Lessons learned today

1) After pouring 1 ltr of Halfrauds Finest semi-synth into engine,
remember to put filler cap back on before riding.

2) Tesco are still doing 3 packets of Pringles for £3.

That is all.

 

BGN wrote

Kin sign of the times innit eh? You kiddies have far to much money for
your own good. When I were starting out and forming my habits I was
skint all of the time so was careful to put the lids back on things so I
didn't waste any cos I couldn't afford to buy more.

Infused with pure Sodium they are. Evil incarnate.

 

Times haven't changed and I'm still skint. Skint and forgetful.

Stroke in a tube.

 

BGN wrote

Forgetful hurts on a bike, don't do it.

 

<Thinks of pixies and oil filler caps>

 

<Paddington hard stare>

 

^^^^ ^^^^^^

be amusing to watch someone eat one, where this actually true.

 

Sodium Chloride.

 

darsy wrote

There is a cruel streak in you that I find difficult not to admire.

 

thank you, Mr.Murray.

 

<resolves not to think so loudly in the future>

Doh.

 

WC, is that you?

 

it'd make the ultimate hard-man acompaniment to a King Prawn Phal.

 

darsy wrote

with plenty of vinegar on the chips.

 

I had my first phal just before I left. My mate, a half Indian guy, was
being competitive with me and said to the waiter "Don't mess about, hot as
you like."

Wasn't *too* much hotter than a Vindaloo really, the difference being that
afterwards we were utterly stoned and didn't talk sense or actually think
about moving for a while. The whole meal took 3 hours in fact and I
obviously visited the Burning Man festival the next day.

 

When pouring 3.5 litres of fully synthetic oil in remember to replace
oil drain plug first...

New synthetic oil is very difficult to mop up.

 

Let hope it's his bottom half thats Indian.

 

Any snack that doesn't have to be kept under oil is for chicks.

 

well, as with a Vindaloo, "it depends". I've had "Vindaloo"s that were
pretty mild, but I've had "Madras" that have left me barely able to see
for the sweat dripping off my forehead.

I think the think with Phals though is - as you've intimated - you get
the chilli endorphin rush in spades.

The silliest dish I've seen ordered in an Indian was by Angie's
brother: "Chicken Hot Chilli Masala, but can I also have 35 raw green
chillies chopped over the top".

 

On a par with the silliest chilli I ever made at home. A pound of beef,
32 birds eye chillis, four habaneros and a bit of tabasco sauce for
flavour.

Delicious, if painful the next day. (Not as bad as the one made with
Blair's 4am that had me sat on the bog at the bowling alley next to
the office, unable to stand up, weeping.)