A busy day, including (but not limited to): a gym session, an attempting to mend a car session, some lifts, some much needed food shopping and then, before a horseriding session (not me), I made some onion stuff.
This was ostensibly a quick and easy recipe which I had seen on the internet, but with my dearth of culinary skills, nothing in the kitchen is ever particularly straightforward.
Still, I approached it with all the bravado of a Suzuki Jimny driver heading towards a medium-sized puddle, and it seemed to go ok.
It’s a sort of chutney that allegedly “goes with anything”, but before I can test that out, it needs to sit in the fridge overnight. Tomorrow’s burgers on the braai should be the ideal opportunity to give it a go.
I regularly refer back to a post from 2008 on this blog. This one.
Brian Micklethwait’s words originally, but something that I live… er… blog by, every day.
And, if you can’t be bothered to click through, then you probably just need to know that despite commenting on everything from news to sport to weather to politics to whatever this falls under and everything else, this still remains – from time to time – a personal blog. And because this is a personal blog, I do occasionally put personal stuff on it. And then when I look back on it, I can be reminded of exactly how I felt about something back then. Whenever that was.
And it’s a really good thing that I can be reminded of good stuff like that, because last night I played football and it was shit. Really shit.
Sore arse, 40km round trip through the traffic, some floodlights not working, ball with an egg in it, a whole 15 minutes game time, I was rubbish, our whole team was rubbish, the referee was a complete [censored] clown from start to finish and yes, we lost, but to be honest it would only have been very mildly better if we had won, such was the general attitude on display and overall crapness of the whole evening.
Worst game of football (that I was playing in – there have been a few United performances that would still beat it) that I can remember. I broke my rib in two places and tore ankle ligaments in one of them, and it was still better when you consider last night’s bollocks.
I came home and went to bed. At least that went ok.
So maybe I’ll look back on this post in years to come and think: “hey, things have gone better today than I thought”, because I’ll helpfully have the memory of yesterday evening with which to compare it.
Nothing to panic about here, but certainly one just to keep an eye on…
Explore your adventurous side
A recent advert on the web:
Ah yes. The silver self-defence spike. A true Camping and Outdoor Essential. And… does it really say “Thank you for choosing [manufacturer]” on the lanyard? That’s amazing.
I despair
A local page I follow on Facebook got hacked and started posting all sorts of weird stuff, including (but not limited to) a lot of AI generated content resembling American cities. In fact, the only local thing it posted was this range of images depicting (allegedly, at least) Cape Town, some lions in the Kruger, and some KhoiSan rock art in an ancient cave.
The worst bit was the comments though, with people from Cape Town fawning over the picture of their city. And this, despite all those new mountains, the sun setting on the wrong side, and that frankly weird extension bit coming out of Green Point. Compare and contrast…
Also, while we’re on the subject, that is clearly not KhoiSan rock art, and WTF has happened to those lions? Our jobs are safe from AI for a while yet. But whether our lives are safe from idiot commenters on Facebook… well… that’s another story.
Winter in the vineyards
In more genuine pictures of Cape Town… We took a walk around Groot Constantia a few days ago, and it was lovely.
You’ll probably want to go and look at this post to see why this is “another” German map.
But, this is another German map, this time detailing the results of the recent European Parliament elections in that country.
That’s the Centre-Right CDU/CSU in grey and the Far-Right AfD in blue. And you’ll note that the country is – once again – divided up right down its historic East/West border. The weird bit here being that the ex-Communist Bloc East is voting for a far-right party that supports Russian president Vladimir Putin, who is all for reliving those halcyon days when the USSR and Eastern Europe was all powerful.
Well, in the USSR and Eastern Europe, anyway.
Still, the Western side is holding onto parties with far less extreme policies. So I guess things could be worse.
Given the ongoing state of Durban’s beaches – or rather the water just off them – as illustrated here:
I found the prospect of buying some brown gloop labelled “Taste of Durban”, and with an image of those very same beaches and bits of Indian Ocean, rather unappealing.
Mind you, this actually being Nutella and not sea poop, it’s not like I could afford it anyway.
Ridiculously expensive stuff, although happily E.coli free.
