Tuber Mirum

For some of us dinner is coffee. I used to like a nice mug of coffee with my tea. Anyway, in the old days school dinner was always served at lunchtime, so we weren't going to have our dinner again at teatime just to please Banshees Scream, were we?

Could be moonshine.

People who think "good" is an adverb. That would be most Americans and most players of Association Football.

It means ill. As in unwell, physically or mentally. It doesn't mean to vomit. That would be kotzen or more formally sich übergeben. Whoever wrote that awful German before appears to be in the UK.

Blimey! It was Scsi's birthday and I missed it! Sorry about that! Hope you had a splendid time and all that.

He's very well indeed, MPFC. All those years on the farm have kept him fit too - he should be on this planet for aeons yet. You could say the same for James Doohan.

On a less serious note, I finally managed to track down and watch a copy of Mike Leigh's Nuts in May. Those of you who were in the habit of watching Play for Today in early 1976 may remember this excellent masterpiece featuring Alison Steadman and Roger Sloman. (Whose utterly cringeworthy characters Keith and Candice-Marie Pratt can also be seen in certain episodes of Absolutely, if you look closely enough.)

In the meantime, a film which I have yet to see, but whose existence I discovered today and which sounds quite interesting: Onan Island with You. Starring Esther Williams. Must be a hell of a film.

Managed to watch Niki Lauda's bit after the Monaco GP yesterday. He looks old, a bit wizened (in spite of having seemingly gained some weight), but he was there and he didn't sound like a man close to death. My hot tip for an early coronary would be Norbert Haug, who was looking dangerously red about the face.

In the version I heard, it's Her Majesty the Queen in the bath and the butler comes in with a bottle of beer. Not sure what the butler's name is, though I daresay the palace would oblige.

He was indeed a pick of mine. Here's an obit from the International Herald Tribune. Is that good enough for the DDP? I'm not sure what their rules are. Bugger! Scrub that. He wasn't one of mine. That must have been last year. Bugger!

Just merged this thread with HarryMacs musique one. I hope that doesn't lead to incomprehensibility or dissatisfaction as it'd be a bugger of a job getting them apart again. Can't stand the stuff personally.

Sorry Godot old thing, I have no idea about mushrooms although I'm very fond of them on toast. If your mood is morbid, may I suggest the following delicacy? It also contains elements of squid for those who care about such things. I offer it here with no apologies for copyright or such things. Buy the book. Then it'll be all right. Death Roe -----..----- ingredients: 450gm cod or similar roe (but not sturgeon) 16ml squid ink 1/2 aubergine Bottarga Black Rice Blackcurrants 1 whole nutmeg 1 lime 1 tbsp olive oil We start by taking the fresh roes (do not on any account remove the outer membranes) and immersing them for 19 minutes in a simmering mixture of the squid ink and the juice and zest of a medium lime plus just enough water. Once the roes are seething put the black rice on and slowly start grilling half a well-oiled, unsalted aubergine. When it is done, scrape the pulp out and set aside. Its delicious seared and wrinkled skin must also be reserved. When the roes are ready, remove their outer membrane. You will find that despite it the squid ink will have penetrated and turned them black to their hearts. Using a fork, blend the aubergine pulp with the roes and a tablespoon of olive oil. As you work it, gradually crumble and blend with the roes a small quarter of a nutmeg that you have previously pressure-cooked and a sparing benison of grated bottarga. This process must be done by hand. Ideally the individual fish eggs should remain intact. Take a matt-finish black Wedgwood trencher and heap the crumbled roes in the grilled aubergine in the centre of a bed of black rice. A few blackcurrants scattered artistically not only look well but constitute tiny land-mines of unexpected flavour. It is a sable meal for a discoloured mood and may be further set off by being eaten with a sharp and dazzling white yoghurt.

I'm currently enjoying a delightful little opus by James Hamilton-Paterson called Amazing Disgrace. In the course of his discourse Mr. Hamilton-Paterson offers a number of unusual and interesting recipes, one of which I shall offer in the Deathlist Kitchen thread as soon as I can find it.

Congratulations Bou! We are all very proud of you.

Another reason is because if dave had six deaths to report, he would do it in six separate posts, usually failing to mention the actual name of the deceased, and often giving misleading information falsely suggesting the death of somebody else more famous or interesting. Tactics calculated to cause annoyance. And very effective ones too.

You mean those guys in the rainbow braces are the same as these guys? When did Jonathan King leave the band then?

Did it ever occur to you chaps that the one you least expect could be the true Power Behind the Throne? Who is No.1? Perhaps it's Wittering, the inky-fingered stammerer. Or indeed, Henry the mild-mannered janitor.

Wow, I bet Amanda's chuffed to f**k about getting pictures of Boris Johnson and a cow for her birthday.

That's a very sensible and well-thought-out point of view Deadsox. I agree with you entirely. The only thing it doesn't take into account is the horde of self-righteous ranters who will hold you in contempt for your hobby. But we don't give two hoots about them, do we?

Gunjy. I can be anything you want me to be.

Happy Birthday Amanda. May we see you again here soon!

Oh? Will you really? Who died and made you the boss? Count your lucky stars. Entropy nearly got the job.

Good idea, I'll get Josco onto it in the morning.

That's a bit of a swiz though isn't it? I'd sort of assumed they were going to stay up there.