My salad dressing days

Cub Scout badge
November 9, 2014, 11:05 pm
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So proud of my kids. They got their Industrial Catering and Prison Management badge.

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some vintage tom lehrer
January 14, 2011, 7:58 pm
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A small price to pay for a cinched waist
January 11, 2011, 10:50 pm
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“I had to get fully undressed to go to the loo.”

“To get it on, I had to dust myself with talc.”

“Going to dinner parties, one knows how much to eat before it becomes uncomfortable.”

“Thank you M&S for making me look so much better (when dressed)!”

Oh dear gawd…

The science of muffin tops
January 11, 2011, 10:12 pm
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It was one of the earliest scientific concepts we explained to our kids. Proud was the Daddy whose two pre-school children chorussed ‘Displacement!’ when asked why the bath water level rose when he got in.

Which is why I harbour a deep suspicion of what the nation’s favourite department store likes to call ‘shapewear’.

I mean, all that flesh, it has to go SOMEWHERE, doesn’t it?

Cinched waists without rib removal surgery? How marvellous.

But I can’t help wondering whether displaced lumps of excess flesh might start protruding elsewhere.


In other news: Grazia announces that ‘Foot-binding is back AND SEXY!’.

Reading The Daily Wail (so you don’t have to)
October 27, 2010, 1:02 pm
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Today’s new stories digested into words of as few syllabubs as possible:

Celebrity may or may not have had boob job

Celebrity attends party with policitian’s wife whilst wearing an expensive dress

Pregnant celebrity goes out for dinner

Celebrity is happy, despite being fatter

Celebrity takes off clothes to promote reality TV show

Celebrity hangs out with other celebrities whilst trying to flog her perfume line

Wind blows celebrity’s dress but she laughs it off

Model is thinner than she used to be

Celebrity is happy, despite being thinner (probably)

Ex-politician’s daughter takes up yoga and changes religion

The fly that sparked a crisis of faith
September 8, 2010, 10:22 pm
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It didn’t last long, my youthful religious fervour.

Having begged our parents to let us attend Sunday school, my sisters and I quickly grew bored of colouring in pictures of Jesus.

My flirtation with the school Scripture Union club went the same way. Courtesy of Calliphoria Vomitoria.

“You must never kill one of God’s creatures,” said Miss P, earnestly.

“So, you shouldn’t kill animals?”

(Looking back now, it never occurred to me to ask whether she was vegetarian.)

“No, because animals are God’s creatures.”

“What about blue bottles? Is it OK to kill blue bottles? Because they’re annoying.”

“Yes, it’s OK to kill blue bottles.”

Even the daftest ten year old could rumble an inconsistency like that.

Godless for the ensuing decades, I do still take great satisfaction in a little blue bottle mass suicide event.

Mini-mart musings
June 9, 2010, 10:19 pm
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I make a mercy dash to the local mini-mart for some milk and KitKat Chunkies.

As I pass the fruit’n’veg section, a solitary apple flings itself onto the floor behind me.

I look around but there is no evidence of any human being having made contact with this apple so I take a few steps back and place it back in the carton.

I saunter down the next aisle and as I turn the corner, a packet of Tilda rice belly flops onto the floor.

I am, by now, suspicious.

Again, there is no-one around.

Before I pick it up, I gaze upwards to see if there are any cameras poised on me.

‘This must be some sort of experiment. A psychological experiment. Probably some university boffin is trying to evaluate levels of altruistic behaviour latent in late night supermarket shoppers on finding a misplaced product which they themselves have not misplaced.’

I give some thought to how my actions might be viewed by this researcher. If I leave the rice on the floor, they will shrug their shoulders and later write in their peer-reviewed journal that the results were as expected: people are lazy, self-interested sods. But if I pick it up, I envisage them responding to a TV journalist, smiling and saying that they were pleasantly surprised and that they conclude that, despite what we are led to believe by the mainstream media, Joe Public does give a damn and community spirit is not (yet) dead. I see the fuzzy CCTV footage of myself, heroically rescuing the suicidal rice packet and returning it to its rightful place at the far end of the Indian food section.

This feels good.

So I pick up the rice.