Bah Sketti.

Dice two onions and sweat them in butter over a low heat. Add a teaspoon of bouillon, a pinch of smoked paprika, a tablespoon of hp sauce and some hot chilli sauce.

Add a carton/tin of tomatoes, allow to simmer for ten minutes and taste, seasoning accordingly. Blend in a food processor or use an immersion blender. Now you can stir soya mince into this.
(Optional)>> Grate pecorino or parmesan cheese- about a handful- and add along with a tablespoon of cream cheese, stirring to incorperate evenly.

Serve over spaghetti.

Prawns, tuna or any other seafood work well in place of the soya mince. This sauce is a little heavy to compliment most vegetables

Chains, Whips and Wiggling Hips

A few interesting things to blog about today. First up, I went to Pedestal on Thursday. Now that was fun- my first time in a club and I walked in with my nipples out and a man on a chain at my side. I wore a black string vest, red underbust corset and a tartan skirt paired (courtesy of Noz) with black PVC boots. There was a chill out room by one of the bars, a rave room, the main room with all of the main metal stands and benches and a goddess room for quiet massages and a St Andrews just for fun ^-^. I didn't pay for any of my drinks, got a really good massage, had my nipples spanked and in general just had a great night. Hopefully next time I can convince Mike to come along and if I keep him close, he might not get leapt upon by more viscious women (yep, they're out there).

Has anyone seen that Ped-Egg advert? Isn't that vile?? The name itself is gross, it sounds like a paedophile's favourite insertable. Here you go.





And now I'm curled up with a beer watching Bill & Ted which feels very Sunday-ish. And somewhere in the back of my mind I'm thinking about underwear shopping - I think Mike should pick some for me :P. And further in the back of my mind I'm thinking, "Time to save up for my own corset." And more close to my gut I'm craving spaghetti and meatballs in a huge bowl, a glass of full bodied red wine and a salad. And dancing in the dark beneath some fairy lights. Girl needs a date already :( I need romancing!

Michael Webb, I..

Do not hesitate to blog my anger, and believe me you will get a hard slap on your bruised face when you get home because I am very, very fucking angry with you. For the pleasure of everyone at home -
Michael got paraleticly drunk last night and fell into a ditch, then rolled around on a dark road with me trying to pick him up out of it and him rolling straight back. He nearly got run over. The police were called and they were extremely rude to me and I put up with ALOT of shit from them to the point where I was real close to reporting them, took you to hospital until you regained consciousness and then you threw up on yourself. Then you were screaming I DON'T GIVE A SHIT TAKE ALL MY ORGANS I WANT TO DIE. Then you called me a fucking whore and a cunt, told me to kill myself, told me you wished I were dead and that I was not the woman you fell in love with. There was a bunch of other insults slung at me, but you get my drift, no?
He mashed up his face on the floor but thankfully was too drunk to assault a police officer, however you would not put on your clothes (just your trousers because you couldn't work out how to take them off) and were thrown in a cell for the night. The police left me outside the hospital with no money and no phone and said Good Luck. I was left lone in the middle of the night in a place I had never been, drunk and shit scared. I had to sit in the hospital reception for six and a half hours waiting for the train station to open and my mom came to pick me up, and YES that was expensive for her. And YES it was cold and no I didn't use your card to buy anything because no where is open at 3 AM. I fell asleep sitting upright at 8.30 and a security guard at the hospital woke me up and said everyone was staring at me and I should fuck off home if I was that tired. I HAD A SHIT NIGHT. And I am, oh yes, so very very angry.

Herons are Head of the bird Hierachy

Well, that's the english exam over. I don't particularly feel like blogging recipes today, so I'll tell you all a story about a walk in the park. It was pretty cool actually, and I saw a bunch of peacocks doing flashy tail things. There were six ducks, three of each gender and I still don't know what ducks eat. It's not bread, so don't say it. Then we went to the Japanese garden and there was a heron- man those things look evil when they turn their head and rotate those beady white eyes at you. There was also koi carp and a thick layer of slimey foam which shall be called sloam. Even though I think sloam is already a word. We wandered to the garden shop and I fell in love with a knobblish tree stump plant, and poked the herbs. As we walked back there was a crazy lawnmowering man of about eighty, fag hanging out the side of his mouth mowering into a wall.

And then I was home. And here I am. At least a wander outside today has made me a little calmer.

I did have a bit of a hangover this morning and thus forgot my college card, tubed it back here to grab it and got into the exam room juuust in time. Later I would learn that college now hands out one day passes :( So a waste of panicking.

Next week is a little bit of a busy schedule, but I'm sure I'll find some time to catch up with everyone over a drink and some food. I feel like I haven't seen anyone in ages. But I'm free Monday to Wednesday. I can sort something out, perhaps in the park again? I do like sitting back in the sun with tasty bits of nomnom and a cold boozing.

A Mixture of Memos.

Just a bunch of stuff I need to remember, as well as a hint that my upcoming posts will be recipe posts.
Bubbles' lice treatment is the Monday after this one coming- Sof', if you read this before I remember remind me to remember.
English Exam is on the 20th. I'm fucked. Biology is on the 1st. I'm fuckeder still.
I need to print out an application form for next year and gather the relevant details.
The money still hasn't gone through to my account. That's £60 now. And since Mike is basically buggered with the amount of debt he has somehow accumulated it would have been nice to be able to transfer that money over to help. I need that money, even if it's not for me.
I HAVE to sort out my room. It's ridiculously cramped here now and I can't swing a cat at a wall or whatever the expression is. If I can rid myself of some clothes that would help. If Jan would trade rooms like she used to say she would when I needed the space, that would help.

So, my upcoming posts are going to be:
-Basic Complimentary Flavours
-The Simple Things That Make Simple Things Complex
-A Sauce Recipe, A Pie Recipe (or two), Some More Soups

That should keep me busy.


In other news, I've been as unbusy as ever avoiding revision and socialising. I opt instead to sit solitary and read or game, cook, write or draw. These things keep me more than entertained most of the time which is good enough. I'm fairly happy, the OH and I aren't bickering (much :P)
and there is a level of inner peace that keeps me from going over the edge of any threshholds of rationality or emotion. Which means, in short, I'm doing OK.

The Things That Tingle

Heeheehee. I just found out that Mike actually reads this (honeypie, I think youre the only one!)

Yesternight I whiskey and coked myself to naptime.

Now I just sit back and watch that handsome sonofabitch sleep, mouth open, drooling, snoring, picking his nose and scratching his ass.

I wouldnt trade him for THE WORLD.

I love you sweetie

xXx

And Everything's Gonna Be OK

Chrissy-chan. Aleshkai. Let's burn this city with out extraness? I''d love a night outs if no one minds :D