When The Levee Breaks
How long do you think it will be before the inquiry into the shambles that masqueraded as "relief" publishes its findings? How many of the culpable will still be in public office? How many will still be president?
I can understand the inabilty to grasp the seriousness of the situation. I can understand Bush making speeches about getting the oil pipeline back online, I find it a trait of all governments to keep the markets calm. I can understand the attempts to placate a voracious media baying for copy.
What I can't understand is how local as well as federal government allowed people to carry on losing their lives in the days follwing Katrina when they could, with very little effort, have done something about it.
That, for me, is sinister.
And that's all I'm going to say on the subject.
For now.
I've had to arse about with my template and republish everything in order to get everything looking like it used to do. I haven't got a clue what happened. One minute everything's OK, the next......
Whilst we were quaffing in the pub a couple of weeks ago, we started waxing nostalgic about our favourite "bog standard" British meals. In the end, after some truly inspiring speeches in favour of this dish or that, a consensus emerged.
Fried egg and chips with bread and butter and a steaming mug of tea was undoubtedly top of the pops. They had to be proper chips mind. Not chippy chips. Not frozen chips and certainly not fuckin' oven chips. No, they had to be proper chips made from freshly peeled spuds and chipped so they are chunky and ready for the waiting fat.
When a chip butty is made, the best butter should be dripping from the bread, greasing up fingers and thumbs.
The face should be wreathed in smiles.
The next thing I know, Dearest has extended an invitation for all and sundry to come round "for a British" on Saturday night.
I was secretly ecstatic. Dearest, in a fit of "healthy living" had retired our chip pan about 5 years ago. Many's the night I've forlornly dreamt of egg with proper chips as I was presented with yet another emaciated conconction devoid of character.
So, Saturday night out came the chip pan, round came the mates and we all tucked into one of the best meals we've had in years. We all agreed that familiarity breeds contempt and anywhere else in the world such a dish would revered for the truly representative indigenous cuisine that it is.
Certain diners finished off with tinned fruit salad topped with tinned Carnation cream for that authentic 1950s/1960s dining experience.
I've convinced Dearest that thick cut, deep fried chips are, on the whole, less full of fat than the thin bits of crap we are usually fed. So it looks like the chip pan stays for the time being.
Yay!
I love this latest advertisement for 3G.
I love this as well.
4 comments:
mmmm, egg and chips and chip butties. the butter has to be so think it leaves teeth marks, and just a little tomato sauce on the chips.
as for pudding, for pure nostalgia you can't beat "bananas and evaporated" which was better than fruit salad with same as the fruit salad juice used to make it go all funny.
as for katrina and the bush administration, don't get me started.
and the 3g advert rocks. it looks slightly rude tho.
obviously that's "thick", not "think".
bugger.
2 points;
1/ I'd be ashamed to be American with their pathetic response time. Now it's all posturing and damage limitation. Politcial damage limitation. Aint I a cynic?
2/ Chip butties aaahh! Now you're talking.
Oh the humble British chip. It's what makes this country great.
And I am just off to eat my suasages and chips - home made of course.
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