Shipscook took me aside during our recent juant to China town in this here fancy THE LONDON

"I just got some Wasabi peas in that grocers" said the bearded one.

Oh fair enough thought I, visions of a can of peas ready for the pot enfused with Wasabi sauce.

But oh no.

He just broke them out and they are a snack item. Oh yes. Dried cooked peas glazed with Wasabi sauce.

DAMN them peas is hot. And crunchy. And very very yummsters.

and hot. Or did I say that already.

Heartily recomended.

I would upload a photo of the packet which is all chinese writing and a piccie of said peas and featuring a cartoon of happy wasabi peas on the front, but this PC does not want to play.

This has been a public information bullitin on behalf of the spicey snack objects advisory board.

ahem.

They all hate me.

13 responses to posts to read (notice - no actual fucking emails, just responses to comments and such) and the only way to read them from here is to log on to AOL, read one, wait for the "you dont have scripts enabled you knobend" message and then the next email comes up blank, log out, log in again and read one more and repeat till you start feeling the blood boiling in your temples!

Was it not Tomorrows World that told us old 'uns that when we grew up we would only have to be doing two hours work a day, as the pc would make everything so much better?

Mind you, this is the same programme that told us there would be a city on the moon by 1990!

(and for you young kids, "Tomorrows World" was a Science Magazine programme, not some sci fi spoof. Although it has been spoofed a lot itself since then)

And where the fuck is the robot waiter that would fill all my domestic needs that they told my stupid trusting ten year old face about eh!

He aint here with a Martini thats for damn sure!

Bugger technology!

As Omar Khayyam once wrote,
"All I ask for is a loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou sucking on my bellend like a Dyson beside me in the wilderness, and wilderness were Paradise enough."

Well he would have if he'd been born in Dagenham like me........

ahem.

So hallo there blog world. I should point out that due to the fact that I am (suprise suprise) over at El Rancho Collapso, otherwise know as Shipscook & Mrs F's gaff, that I will probably be unable to access any of my emails. So theres no point in complaining. It's a "fuck off you don't have scripts enabled and I bloody hate aol" type thing on the computers part.

In other news, I am leaving the dire blank tarmac expanses of Old Street and the office there situated and moving back to Weird Inc's lovely new offices on the 25th of this month! Well that's the day we pack up. It's a Friday. And they want us to be done with the packing and the glavin my midday. So its early doors for a pub session!

In other other news, Shipscook fell asleep in front of Bill Bailey so I had to make my own damn cocktail. It was supposed to be a "Gin and it" but it all went a bit wrong. Smells a bit like cats wee and tastes of fruit. And it's dark red. Hmmmmmm, what is this thing that I have created!

Hope the evening is all going well, and as cookie is now awake and watching family guy while massaging Mrs F's feet, I am going to annoy him by jumping up and down on the arm chair shouting

"WANNANOVA DWINK WANNANAOVA DWINK"

in that much beloved mature and sensible way I have.

Toodle pip all!