Today's Observations

I have inadvertently discovered how to spoil a nice meal.  I am going to share this with you, so you don't spoil what could potentially have been a gastronomic delight, and not the horror smash I served last night.  It's really simple: when making a Thai prawn curry, don't use a generic brand of frozen prawns.  Probably the big brand name frozen prawns aren't that fabulous, either.  Next time, I am going to buy fresh.  My sauce was a gift from the gods of cuisine.  I did buy a red curry simmer sauce, but I embellished with a tin of coconut cream, some finely chopped chilli, coriander, and garlic.  To this sauce, which was damn fine, I added some green beans, peas, and chopped sweet potato.  Delish.  But alas and alack, I ruined it all with those dashed generic brand frozen prawns.  They looked nothing like the succulent mouth-watering crustaceans on the packet; indeed, they were Lilliputian second rate failures.  Furthermore, they had the taste and texture of pencil erasers.  Never again, peeps.  I had one of the prawns, and sadly admitted it tasted like 'shit'.  Mr Bingells gave me a 'language' look of disapproval, and Master 11 said, 'Mum's not lying!'

Kanye West has never studied classical literature.  To be honest, I don't think he has even studied music.  Well he can't have; how else do you explain the horrifying dross he records?  But anyhoo, he has compared his and Kim K's romance to what he perceives as one of the greatest.  He says meeting the Big-Bummed One was akin to some 'kinda Romeo and Juliet thing'.  Um, I'm sure others have mentioned this already, but in event you haven't bothered, or are incapable of, reading the comments, let me say this: Kanye, dude, in this story Romeo and Juliet DIED in tragic circumstances.

Why did the organisers of the Billboard Awards have Madonna perform a tribute to Prince?  She looks like a withered old succubus that can't find any sleeping men to fuck (they heard she was in the district and drank heaps of coffee), and sounds like a sick crow.  She is totally soulless, which comes from being a succubus, I suppose.  And of course with all the men drinking coffee to stay awake, she cannot absorb any souls from unsuspecting sleeping victims.

I have to go and bring in my washing now.  This is because I cannot afford a maid.  I'd like to be able to afford a maid.  To facilitate this, I ask you click on the links to my blog and purchase my novels.  You can read the first chapters via these links.  I could try and set up a Go Fund Me page, but who's going to put money into me having a maid?  If I encountered a page set up by an able-bodied person, I'd roll my eyes and scroll by.  Indeed, it would be more satisfying to earn my keep, and my maid, via book royalties, so please dig deep, folks.