Kyuss, Briam and Obnoxious Brits…

This morning I woke to the sound of screaming. Always a joy. So in retaliation, I got up, went downstairs and put Kyuss on Spotify and cranked up the volume until I could no longer hear them. Kyuss is my go-to ‘fuck you’ band when it comes to my neighbours. Heavy bass beats that make the furniture bounce gives off just the right level of obnoxiousness to let them know I’m sick of their crap.!

This morning started around 10.45am… yeah, I know, not good. It’s not like I have a ton of stuff to do anyway. I did all the housework yesterday, so today is chore free other than dinner. Bear’s at college currently, due back around 2pm. He has a political meeting at 8pm tonight, so there’s another 3-3.5 hours of free time… *sigh* I might ask him to download ‘Manifest’, so I can watch it while he’s out.

Last night we watched The Last Jedi, I keep getting that one confused with Rogue One, no idea why… just old I guess. It’s not like they’re helping putting the first three movies after the second three movies, and adding in stand alone movies like Rogue One and Solo that while part of the overall story have no bearing on the chronology. No wonder I get confused.

Tonight’s delight is Briam, which is basically roasted veggies in passata with feta cheese. A traditional and very popular Greek dish. Last night Spain, tonight Greece, tomorrow.. THE WORLD.!! Ahem.. okay, maybe not… that would involve a lot of veggies, a lot more prep and hours of cooking… I’ll just stick to Italy. Italy’s lovely, so I’m told.. and so inspirational.. and doesn’t seem to mind when other countries steal it’s cuisine and pass it off as their own.

Take us British… we go abroad, somewhere exotic and complain about the foreign food.!! “Why can’t I get proper British food.?” We cry, “Like pizza, pasta or curry.!” No wonder we have a reputation for being dumb and obnoxious. We are.! You don’t hear the Dutch whining for Hutspot the second they set foot in Australia, or the French demanding Ratatouille on their hols in Barbados…

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