Worst Joke Ever?
f(x) = x*y/2z walks into a bar and asks for a drink. The barman says, “I’m sorry, we don’t do functions in here.”
My apologies to the rest of you, and thanks to Mr C for that one.
Currently listening: A compilation that I’ve made up for a friend for Christmas. Spoiler warning: it contains Muse, Jet, Snow Patrol, Dogs Die in Hot Cars, Phoenix, N.E.R.D and others…
Cat update: He doesn’t like being brushed. It’s great, because you get to pin him to the ground, and he gets to try to scratch and bite you. Mostly I win but it’s good fun to fight and he does have some sharp claws on his side.
I took some photos of the little sod in the hope of capturing what an evil bugger he is. Here are the results:
Food: I am currently trying to assemble a roast dinner for the gf and her friend, E. Unfortunately I’ve already managed to screw up the parsnips by blanching them for too long, so let’s hope this is only a minor glitch and not a sign of disasters to come. (Update: Generally a success with quite nice roast potatoes but the parsnips were sadly too far gone for a proper rescue and were buried at sea.)
I have also been updating and proofing my recipe list and adding a new recipe stolen from Waitrose, Pork and Leek Stroganoff. A rather nice little dish well worth trying in these cold winter months.
Moonwalk: My gf is signing up for next year’s Moonwalk, a charity walk in aid of breast cancer. It’s virtually all women, walking 26 miles around London at night, while wearing bras (annoyingly, generally over other clothing). She’s collecting a cabal of her colleagues to so it should all be good fun. I have been recruited to cruise the night streets in her Saab until she’s finished at about 6am, so I can pick her up and whisk her home. No doubt foot massages will also be involved.
The real downside is that she’s wanting to go for lots of walks. Sometimes this is nice but there’s some times you just want to pollute the environment with some good old-fashioned fuel fumes… I am hoping that we can plan out some routes that end up at the best local or country pubs.