Thread 5 - TalkExiles: "The Planet Goes On Being Round"

[Kucinghitam]

Continuation of previous lifeboat threads (thread 4).

Gather here all ye refugees from the JTT Flat Earth Society, welcome to the reassuringly oblate spheroid of MN! Ye all already know the answers to the questions "How the heck do I format my post?" "Why can't I edit my typos?" "What do those acronyms mean?" and most importantly, "Where is everybody that I used to know?"

So really we're all here just to chat randomly.

Actually, I make the second-best burger in the world, a “brisket burger” from the Wellington pub in Welwyn. Wish I’d asked how they made it, it was sublime.

Anyway, I also love Big Macs. Completely inferior to mine in many ways, but nonetheless delicious.

I mean of course the brisket burger was the best burger in the world, yes, even better than mine.

Can't remember the last time I bought a burger. We got so disappointed with bought ones we started making our own and Mr T cooks them on the bbq, using beef from a local farm. I have to say they're very good indeed. The same thing happened with sausages, we just make them ourselves.

I will make a burger, but surely life’s too short to make sausages on a regular basis? Fancy bangers and mash for tea? - first catch your casings. I’m with Bismarck on this.

I'm fond of a Big Mac and suspect that the reason they are so moreish is to do with some kind of only mildly addictive edible heroin in the sauce.

People used to say that about Whiskas! 😃

I did too but have since had cats who've looked at me with an "Are you fucking kidding me!" look.

Should have ended that with ... when I have given them Whiskas. Now, Dreamies, they're full of heroin.

Well apparently they enable you to take cats on a dog-walk....

Dreamies are pure crack for cats. My cats hate Whiskas wet food, but will eat Whiskas biscuits. I mean, they’ll even eat the wet food on the first day, the next day they’ll lick off the gravy/jelly only, then on Day 3 they just turn around with a pained expression on their (apparently expressionless) faces and stalk off, unable to comprehend why the usually friendly lady is being so unspeakably cruel all of a sudden.

I mean, they’ll even eat the wet food on the first day, the next day they’ll lick off the gravy/jelly only, then on Day 3 they just turn around with a pained expression on their (apparently expressionless) faces and stalk off, unable to comprehend why the usually friendly lady is being so unspeakably cruel all of a sudden.

In my experience, this happens with all wet cat food, however expensive or gourmet it claims to be.

By the way, is anybody else experiencing quite terrifying howling gales this morning?

Somebody on our road is having their loft converted. I genuinely fear for their roof.

Yes, it's blowing a hooley here, 70 mph + by all accounts. Similarly, two of the blocks of flats across the back are being renovated and I can see the roof tarpaulins thrashing about and hear wheelie bins clattering in the lane.

Well, heck. The big cherry tree across the road has blown down.

Fortunately, it fell away from the road (and our house) and also narrowly missed the opposite neighbour's house due to being caught on their garden wall.

It's a bit meh here in Worthing but I think we're gale free. Yep, just checked trees and there is no gale. Phew!

It's worth the effort, Winterbourne. We do them in bulk, get the butcher to mince pork shoulder and deliver it, then mix in the herbs and spices and get stuffing. It generally takes an afternoon to make them and we do that about once every six months and freeze them. We started doing it after Mr T complained about every packet of shop bought sausages we had. He had a point too. Anyway, I got him a sausage stuffer and away we went. Never looked back.

Yep. Biscuits are the only things K will reliably eat but I offer him some wet food every day so he doesn't get dehydrated.

Grim damp day here. Currently drowning in assignments and very little time to actually just read through textbooks or, erm, relax. I'm going to have to allow myself a day off on Sunday as next week is packed too.

It's the pointedly diligent scraping motions as they 'bury' the vile offensive food that irks me. Actually, as she buries in the current family setup, Oscar appreciates home comforts. But try giving Rosy chicken breast once too often and oh my.

The scratching is irritating. Kasper does it with his water too, he's not the sharpest tool in the box.

The Magnificent Bean used to shake his food as he’d shake a mouse to kill it/dislodge its entrails, leaving bits of food in a 3’ radius around his bowl.

Given his pedigree, born to a long line of indoor-kept breeding cats, he was the most wild in nature of all the cats I’ve had, even my current two feral/farm (nearly 9-year old) kittens. Don’t mean his personality, he was a darling, but all the pawing over food, the shaking it, the ruthless efficient hunting, pure cat instincts, despite his upbringing.

There's still time for the gales to reach Worthing. They were in Scotland overnight, and we got the edge of them here, and are heading south.

Moderately breezy is the outlook in London for the next few days.

The Daily Mail has helpfull illustrated this with a Storm Otto picture montage:

Aberdeen - felled tree

Leeds - overturned trampoline

London - two women with their hair slightly ruffled.

Oasis of relative calm here. Don't really seem to get many extremes of weather, very little frost or snow, certainly in the time I've been living here. Few blown-over wheelie bins, that's about it.

It’s quite still here at the moment but I guess I should bring the wheelie bins back up now that they’re empty. Don’t want them attacking passing strangers if playing in traffic if it does get breezy.