Posts by Che Tibby
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not so much. it did however make me feel a bit like a "very important person (tm)".
bloggers are, after all, egomaniacs at heart.
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hadyn, the aforementioned jason and i participated in a panel discussion at govis yesterday afternoon.
"blogging in the public sector".
good turn out of policy wonks and e-tech people. it was a really interesting session.
and, sue, it was bloody stephen clover who asked the __really_ hairy questions... blimmin smart-arse bloggers.
AND! bloody hadyn... not only did he get a free day pass and the flash conference pack, the bugger tried to purloin my complementary gift voucher as well! the bloody cheek.
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and on another note
how was telling them government types about blogging che?surprisingly full room!
couldn't get hadyn to shut the hell up and let me and jason ryan speak!
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marinade?
try north africa spice-sauces like harissa. it's not too expensive, and if you leave it on lamb long enough it coats the outer 2-3mm of the meat.
then, try not to cook the lamb past mid-rare, and for god's sake, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES do you cut the fat off. the fat should leach into the meat and bring the flavours with it.
worried about heart/waistline? just eat less...
another trick is sumac, touch of coriander/cumin, mixed with olive oil. make a relatively dry paste and apply that to your lamb before cooking it.
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to be honest, the last msm commenter who inspired me to read them regularly was leunig.
the rest is, all, just, a bit, dull, really.
much like the fried chicken from kentucky. you go back because you think it'll be good, but mostly you end up coughing up flem and feeling let down.
what happened to inspiring writing?
has "fast food media" got us as well?
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and WTF is up with gravy-tar... one minute it's the dart, then it's buck rogers and his gun, then it's the dart again....
and i can't log onto gravatar.com! [grumble...]
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subway seems to have worked for that fat bloke who shed kilos by going there.
maybe he never actually was served anything.
it was just the walking there, being severely disappointed, and walking home that slimmed him down.
all that said. there's nothing quite like mystery meat in a stale bun to kill my appetite. hmmmmm.... deep fried baby dolphin....
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riotous piss-drinking.
it's just what you expect from a society founded by sailors, frontiersmen and miners.
not many women around. what the hell else do you do?
but as far as it being a anglo-saxon exclusive thing, two words. "russian" + "vodka".
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i was purchasing and drinking alcohol at 16. the drinking age itself had no effect on my decision to purchase, or my ability to.
fact: bought a keg for my 16th birthday.
fact: got obliterated, mate got punched in face by gatecrasher.
fact: no-one is worse for wear (mate was wearing braces, saved his front teeth!).
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i wasn't part of this thread (ie not reading) early in the piece. did craig and deb sort this one out already?