Viv had a Burns supper last Sunday and presented a range of haggis - whatever the plural is - to her guests, including vegetarian. It was a fine meal but I came away with the feeling that once a year is about right. I also came away with enough cockaleekie soup and haggis to live off for the rest of the week. Burns is supposed to have died young partly as the result of a bad diet. - Or so it says on a web site. - I put Burns early death down to a lack of greens.
The haggis diet reminded me of a quotation of W C Fields:
Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.
Tomorrow I am cooking a curry.
Enough of food.
The search for work goes on and the rest of my time is taken up sorting the house out reading and watching films when I have time. I've written a couple of short stories for the Birmingham Book Festival competition. I've finished Menuju Titik Nol and have moved on to Seratus Cerita Dongeng, 100 Fairy Stories from around Indonesia. I have found some good Chinese art/archeology podcasts on iTunes U, though they are a bit too much like formal lectures for my taste.
It has been an odd unsettling day, lonely and depressing, the result of an infestation of mosquitoes and foxes scratching at my door in the twilight and perhaps some slight overdose of haggis.
So I shall listen to some of my silliest music like Thyme Machine and have a beer.
That's the way to live!
The haggis diet reminded me of a quotation of W C Fields:
Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.
Tomorrow I am cooking a curry.
Enough of food.
The search for work goes on and the rest of my time is taken up sorting the house out reading and watching films when I have time. I've written a couple of short stories for the Birmingham Book Festival competition. I've finished Menuju Titik Nol and have moved on to Seratus Cerita Dongeng, 100 Fairy Stories from around Indonesia. I have found some good Chinese art/archeology podcasts on iTunes U, though they are a bit too much like formal lectures for my taste.
It has been an odd unsettling day, lonely and depressing, the result of an infestation of mosquitoes and foxes scratching at my door in the twilight and perhaps some slight overdose of haggis.
So I shall listen to some of my silliest music like Thyme Machine and have a beer.
That's the way to live!