I’ve had a busy afternoon and evening judging science projects at a local school. When they found out I’ve done it, they’re going to be absolutely furious. Anyway, quite frankly, I’m knackered.
Here’s a quick QP of Llandudno (in France).
And here’s me signing off and promising something more exciting tomorrow.
Cooking blogs are all the rage and who am I not to jump on the bandwagon?
Having decided to “invite” Mrs 6k and her mother around for Mother’s Day lunch, I asked what I should cook for them. My wife thought for a moment and then said that she would prefer something “not too fancy” and suggested something using just one pot “like a paella”. I’ve been married to Mrs 6k for over 7 years now and I am well versed in picking out her subtle hints. Still, it’s important to realise that I’m still my own man. So, taking everything into account, I decided to make a paella.
Never having made a paella before, I quickly taught myself Spanish before heading to the internet and asking that trusted source of pukka recipe goodness, Mr James Oliver. His straightforward, step-by-step instructions took me though the previously unknown vagaries of cocina española, thus.
I don’t have a paella pan, so I made do with a wok, doing my bit and cementing sino-Spanish relations. And it went quite well, if I say so myself. The best bit is that we have about half of it left (simply because of the volume, not because anyone turned their nose up in disgust), so that’s lunch sorted for a few days ahead.
So, my advice to you. If you want to make a paella and you have a wok: do it.
While the rest of Cape Town was glued to Newlands or to their TVs for the start of the Stormers v Cheetahs game, the kids and I were out in the back garden watch the International Space Station flying over the Mother City:
This was a 30 second exposure (which means that the streak across the sky is 233km long) with a bit of luck as the clouds parted to allow a clear shot.
By the time you’ve sighted it and lined up the shot, you only get one go per ISS pass, but you readers don’t get to see the 74 failures that it takes to get just the odd one or two right.
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Meanwhile, in Manchester…
It’s been a good week for Manchester. City won the Premier League and it hasn’t rained every day. But there is a sinister underworld in Manchester which is exploiting the lower than average intelligence of people from… Manchester.
Because:
The story, which I spotted on BBC News, using the keywords “Manchester”, “Potato” and “Scam”, leaves us tantalisingly short on detail.
Crime, and being a victim of crime, is a terrible thing. It’s in no way a thing to be ridiculed.
Except perhaps, when instead of getting an iPhone for his hard earned £1,400, the victim walks off with a rucksack full of potatoes. Which, it should be noted, would be equally good at displaying Flash content.
How can this have occurred? I can only imagine that there was some sort of hypnotism involved.
And then, when they get home and the spell wears off, they have to go down to their local police station and report that they thought they were buying an iPhone, but actually, they ended up with a rucksack full of potatoes. And the police have got to keep a straight face. Jeez.
Still, it could be worse, I suppose. They could have ended up with a handful of Blackberry.