Posts from 7th March 2004

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Mar 04

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Proven By SciencePost a comment • 228 views

Since MOTHS never sleep, and are as active now as 50 years ago, the looks of bafflement that sistrah Becky and I got when we asked for MOTHBALLS are a bit baffling in themselves (e.g. in Woolworths and in my otherwise unimpeachable nearby drycleaners – shopname “Venus Bigfoot” for reasons best known to themselves – we were looked at as if we were mad for asking).

I can see that worries about toxicity might have pushed the market down a bit – but I suspect some kind of Naffness Alert is the real culprit, as if minding about jumpers w.holes in them is the province of little old ladies w.blue hair.

The chemists I finally found them in, the guy – by no means a yoot – said “They’ve changed the formula”, and then (when he saw the very extremely old-skool label: “Dragon Brand Traditional Moth Balls – For Protection Against Moths) “Er no maybe they haven’t!!”

Meanwhile my friend T sent me some of these, which I have to admit do actually smell nicer – except is that a good thing, in context? My own haha “natural” instinct is to get cross at the claim that the effects of NAPHTHALENE and PARADICHLOROBENZENE are in some sense NOT “natural” – cancer is “natural”, and so is death, by plant or animal or anything – but yeah, I would I guess like actually to survive my solution to the jumper-holes problem.

Anyway also I found this….

(Next week, where to buy gothballs)

don’t like it DON’T LIKE IT

FT + New York London Paris MunichPost a comment • 1,514 views

don’t like it DON’T LIKE IT

More on kids’n’music, heh: I like where Keiran puts pencils in his ears rather than hear some of the horrible dadmusic…

My Dad as God of Weird Breakfast Long Ago

Pumpkin PublogPost a comment • 347 views

My Dad as God of Weird Breakfast Long Ago:

He’s too disabled to manage now, sadly, but especially when I was small, breakfast was HIS meal, and he went at it with fascinating precision, everything exactly timed with its own ritual – I’m way too slapdash and late-rising and hurried to get with this, and I miss it.

Plus he sometimes did extra-strange breakfasts on special occasions. Some of these were somewhat intricate for first thing – oh lovely breaded cod’s roe, shall I always overfry thee? – but this one is easy: Toasted Sardines on Toast…

1: Cut open ciabatta (OK we just had something ordinary and sliced when I wz a kid, and you still can – but you can get ciabatta in Somerfields now, so its ponciness index has clearly reached zero if such things bother you)
2: Grill one side till nice and brown, the other very VERY lightly.
3: Butter lightly grilled side, then spread sardines straight from can so oil gets into bread (the kind we always bought had a man in a sou’wester and oilskins on the picture on the lid, but I haven’t seen him for years)*
4: Toast till ready.

*(Also I vaguely remember that though we always CALLED them sardines, they were actually “brisling”? Is this some pre-EU thing?)