Whilst I drag my weary slightly hungover self into work my rightful place in bed is stolen by madfoot. Is there no end to this ignominy.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Scotch bonnet chilli powder
I am bursting with pride as I finalise my first jar of convenient, tasty and wicked hot Scotch bonnet chilli powder. Now selling at a fiver per hundred grams!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Dry Hard 2.0
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Fodder for the dehydrator
Tomorrow my dehydrating machinations can begin! Why can't you buy dried bonnet flakes anywhere. Well soon you will.... mohohowahr!
Friday, January 07, 2011
No muy Bonita
Quote from the interview in the Metro
Didnt you nearly die on Everest?
I could have done. The lowest moment was having to ask for help. It's an incredibly dangerous environment but having to ask Sherpas to come from camp to help me down was the worst moment of my life. Asking them to put their own lives at risk to help me was heartbreaking -I thought I was better than that.
What happened?
I got a neck injury on the way down from the summit because of bad posture and carrying the backpack. My neck froze up, I couldn't move it and it became painful to walk. It was late in the day with bad weather. Thats when I had to call for help and radio the Sherpas.
Were you conscious?
Yes. there have been stories saying I was unconscious and close to death but I was awake through the whole thing and walked into camp that night.
I know it was for charity and all so I cannot slag her too much. This part just jumped out at me though, gdidnt she just get a bit of a sore neck? whats with the nearly dying nonsense? Poor little rich kid.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Out tech'd!!!!!
A horrifying case of being out tech'd by my chica. I feel slightly cheap and worthless now ;0) Who would have thought that an accidental phone dropping would have led to such shame!
Monday, January 03, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Slouch - Bar of Kings!!
Fortunately after the bizarre slidy eyed-ness of the staff in the saint we found this wee pub which had smashing music, cool cocktails and cheery staff, yay!
The Saint, possibly the crappiest joint in town.
I do not think I have ever received such poor table service. Twenty minutes watching the girl grudgingly serve some one who just about rugby tackled her for attention. Then she gothwalked between tables desperately trying not to catch anyone's eye. So frantic was she to not to look at me before I left she was readying to spoon out her eyes so she could hide them in a box.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Blurring the lines
Honest I have no idea sometimes how just a respectable wee drink in shawlands turns into screaming insanity and donner kebab pizzas.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Hangover cure
It fair lifts yer spirits when you wake up after the Christmas night out feeling a tad delicate and open your eyes to this wee cutie gazing at you :0)
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Tuesday's bus breaks down
After finally getting one of the elusive feckers that didn't just drive past chock a block with folk; it broke down after a few stops! Grr. Contrary to the third reich'y-ness of his pose the driver was quite a jolly chap.
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