Here I am in Cardiff, which from now on will be referred to as ‘diff. The Welsh are unexpectedly very nice eye-candy. The chicks are hot – Catherine Zeta’s from here; and some guys are pretty good too – Christian Bale’s from here! So all that has kept me off sheep… for the moment.
I thought I could live off my crunchy nut cereal and the cardboard, but I couldn’t. So a visit from the bro and Darwin one weekend, led to cooking in the shared kitchen. Oh, yeah, my flat. And flat mates. <digress> there’s five of us. Opposite my room’s the Canadian who watches ski-porn. Yeah, I didn’t wanna know too. Adjacent to mine’s, the Italian chap who can’t really understand much of what I say and vice-versa. Then there’s the Nigerian who keeps wanting to orchestrate a flat party. And finally, the fitness freak Korean. They are all reasonably decent.
<un-digress>so yeah, the bro and Darwin cooked chicken – spicy chicken – with the chili I smuggled from sl but never knew how to put to good use. I also learned how to use the oven and hot plates.
Following their departure, I put my cooking skills to the test.
The dishes cooked so far (don’t try these at home or anywhere else):
*Chili beans and spaghetti – Add chili beans to boiled spaghetti
*Corn on the cob and garlic bread – Boil corn and place bread in oven
*Spaghetti and pasta sauce with frozen veggies – boil everything
*Melted pan handle – turned on the wrong hot plate by mistake and the handle was over that
*Sandwich – butter and jam
*A better sandwich – butter, jam and cheese
*Cold garlic bread – forgot to turn on the hidden oven switch sited secretly near the hot plates
That’s it. I’m still alive and my flat mates are proud of me. True, they keep offering me food and I keep accepting but I’m getting there. Damn that cardboard cafeteria.
The ‘differs have good taste when it comes to music and some sweet bands are set to make their presence felt near the ‘diff bay. Explicitly, tool and yo la tengo. Yeah, who the lucky bastard? No, not really. ‘Cos I don’t really know any chumps I can tag along with.
It’s getting colder. So maybe hibernation will reduce my need to cook. I can’t down any moosic so I don’t know how long I can make it; and make my current hoard last.
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Tool are coming to Glasgow too, but again, I have to find someone willing to go with me.
Glad to hear you're expanding your culinary repertoire!
Hell yeah, Welsh chicks are hot. I remember that from my time in Bristol. There were also a couple in the floor above my first year hall. One of them had a gorgeous voice and when she used the shower cubicles on our floor, used to serenade whoever was in the ajoining cubicles. ah memories...
Word of advice, stay off the streets in the aftermath of Six nations matches, especially if they've lost. Either that or get yourself a Welsh rugby strip ASAP.
u lucky rascal!! u manage 2 find friendly company where eva u tread. doode.. u can cook ? who taught u ? better keep some Motelium or Lomotil around.
i hate you, you bastid sloth. if you don't go for Tengo, i'll never forgive you. never.
i'll keep sending you some tracks now and then to keep your spirits up. pat.
Oh! Yeah, next time around, I'll do the cooking.
Damn straight, elric. Unfortunately, these gits have allocated people from all over but Wales to my block.
Ok then dogboy.
Just take it easy sage, man. I'll try. ty!
did u say a butter, jam and cheese sandwich? eeeeuuuuuuuuuu.....certainly doesn't "sound" tasty!
From the looks of it, Darwin seems to be a good cook..:)
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