When me and the kids first arrived in the Philippines from Dubai and the first afternoon rain arrived the kids asked âcan we go out and play in the rainâ
âYes go its funâ was my reply.
â argh they will get wetâ was the mrs.
âThey will enjoy itâ me.
Children, yes believe it or not, children.
How did my daughter become so damm sensible and organised? Some of you have met me, so know she doesnât get it from me and i can vouch for her mothers lack of, well anything really.
Just got a call as she has finished her first day on her research placement and she seems to be enjoying it and looking forward to the work.
Itâs nice watching the sensible ones grow up and iâve at last realised how patient my parents must have been.
Nothing in the fridge for dinner, canât be arsed to go to the shops, got a nice crusty loaf though and some extra virgin olive oil and some really good balsamic vinegar to dip it in
Top trivia question coming right up. Can you identify the man in that famous advert? His son is considerably better known, but he (the advert man) sang on the ad as well as starring in it.
For some reason I thought the ad itself was later than 1973. Maybe it just ran for a few years.
Ross McManus it most certainly is. He had a long career as a singer, much of it spent with the Joe Loss orchestra. Scarcely the household name that his son became, though. The prize for your perspicacity is the warm glow of beating various old farts to the punch.
Squid. Not something I get to eat, let alone cook, very often, as my ever-loving wife wonât touch it. I did once make her my fabulous dish of squid braised with aubergines (mentioned in the recipes thread I believe), and she said she liked it; but we hadnât been seeing each other for too long at that point so she was very certainly just being polite.
But, as sheâs away in Marrakesh with her elder daughter this week, last night I had two fresh squid, bought at the market in Emsworth, seared in the pan with olive oil, garlic and some hot smoked paprika. Served with tomatoes and sour dough bread, it was fucking lovely. And if you think that squid, like Bletchâs underpants, is rubbery and tasteless, then youâve never had it cooked properly.