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So it comes as no surprise that whilst trying to add Antarctic Gray to my links I have deleted all the others. To save me trolling through Blogger looking for you all, please add a comment with your blog address if you want to be re-linked (or are new and want to be linked for a shiny first time)
Also, let me know your favourite apple. For no apparent reason. Mine is the granny smith. And I’m having one for my lunch each day. So I’m going to live longer. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/1180175.stm Or perhaps it just feels like it. I mean, sure the granny smith is a damn fine apple, as apples go. But its no bacon sarnie. There is all sorts of fascinating (in the loosest sense of the word) information on granny smiths here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Granny_Smith
although, quite frankly, the bit about it suppressing your appetite is B*******. As soon as my diet ends I’m gonna eat a me whole cow.
Also, let me know your favourite apple. For no apparent reason. Mine is the granny smith. And I’m having one for my lunch each day. So I’m going to live longer. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/1180175.stm Or perhaps it just feels like it. I mean, sure the granny smith is a damn fine apple, as apples go. But its no bacon sarnie. There is all sorts of fascinating (in the loosest sense of the word) information on granny smiths here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Granny_Smith
although, quite frankly, the bit about it suppressing your appetite is B*******. As soon as my diet ends I’m gonna eat a me whole cow.
posted by Old Man Rich at 1:34 PM
10 Comments:
hmmm, i too like the granny smith. but that could be atributed to my pie baking zeal.
i'm just waiting for science to make an apple that tastes of bacon.
mmm bacon.
you dont know me, read me if you like, www.eachofthetwo.blogspot.com.
curious, you don't LOOK that old...
Bad timing
Little Nicky said, 'It's got nothing to do with the school if I'm smoking tac and I'm not on the premises.'
'Well it sort of has, if you're truanting, and your sitting fifty yards from the school fence, and in full view of the assistant head's office.'
'Hasn't,' Little Nicky insisted. 'My solicitor told me that if it doesn't happen in school, it's got nothing to do with school. I was fitted up.'
'We're legally responsible for you,' I explained.
'No you're not,' he says, with some force, 'No one is responsible for me,' .
Little Nicky is up at court again, not for smoking tac in the field opposite Big Cyril's office, but for beating someone up. Again. He's small, bespectacled and pudgy, and not really tough, according to his friends, but he's nasty and quite violent.
As far as I'm aware this is first court appearance of the year, but he is already awaiting trial for another assault.
'My mum says that no one can tell me what to do,' he goes on. 'Not even my mum. I can smoke if I want. Whatever I want. No one is allowed to stop me.'
Nicky is admirably single-minded.
This year 11 class, 11Z4, isn't as entertaining as last year's, 11Fick, but that's mainly because most of Z4 are excluded, or truants. Nicky is one of the more entertaining members of the class, but he's usually excluded too. This is the first Monday morning he's been in room 101 since September.
We always conclude the lesson with a five-minute break where I try and chat with them about their futures, an event that will begin to happen in about fifteen academic weeks. After eleven years of academic failure they're quite institutionalised and don't really grasp what is about to happen. Foolishly, I want to help.
Of the six Z4 regulars, Matt is hard-working and keen, and really shouldn't be in the class, James is bright too, but always about half an hour late, Jodie is chatty and bright but her heart isn't into doing work, and I can't make her. And of the rest, weirdly, Little Nicky has the strongest opinions.
For example, as a junior professional criminal with a long list of previous, he will not countenance telling tales - grassing - under any circumstances.
'You'd never tell tales?' I asked him once, during a discussion in which I was trying to highlight the limitations of the criminal code.
A shake of the head.
'Not even for wife beaters?'
'No.'
'To save someone from a murderer?'
'No.'
'To save your family from a suicide bomber?'
'No. I never grass.'
And I believe him.
As the kids tell me, he's not tough, but he's effective. And as a student he displays pretty much the same traits, he's not too bright, but he hangs on in there.
But this morning, when he started telling me how no one could enforce their will on him, no one could make him do anything, I just had to ask:
'Nicky, I have to admire the single-mindedness of your belief system but, how many times were you up at court last year?'
A screw of the face as he tots up, 'Five times.'
'Right,' I say. 'This belief system of yours. Is it working for you, do you think?'
For perhaps a full quarter of a second he looks stumped, then he says, 'Naah. I'm just always in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Golden Delicious and sausage butties are far superior to bacon ones anyways.
love as always
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and Campese's definitely in the XV.
Granny Smith the perfect apple served with a chunk of full fat, artery blocking, strong cheddar!
Ooo, I like Red Delicious apples. Is that a kind? They're labeled so in the grocery store.
I can't say I wouldn't love a link - www.smoresandmargaritas.blogspot.com
I agree with Each, you don't look that old in your photo.
You can't beat a Braeburn.
Michelle
Hahaha....the joy of diets...
tea
xo
pink lady!
Rich, you can't beat a Gala.
http://www.ronanymity.blogspot.com
Gala apples are the best! Mmmm. I sure hope you're not going to actually eat a whole cow. The fuzzy hide might get stuck in your throat. Good luck on your diet! If I had your email address I'd tease you by emailing you pictures of yummy foods. ;-)
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