tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post4203634460700416358..comments2023-10-04T17:13:47.394+03:00Comments on future of my past: 8 random factoidsAnna MRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-37758378529301366772007-07-23T19:29:00.000+03:002007-07-23T19:29:00.000+03:00Eureka - I have remembered it. It is Mr Natural, i...Eureka - I have remembered it. It is Mr Natural, is it not? That's anyway the name of the Robert Crumb character I was thinking of, and what we used to call the old bloke who wandered up and down the street we used to live on in North Finchley, with his beard to his knees and his hands clasped behind his back, nearly twenty years ago. Oh, the things one remembers, the huge multitudes of them.Anna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-31262675932509414672007-07-21T14:24:00.000+03:002007-07-21T14:24:00.000+03:00Merkin - I did. It is.RH - enchante, my friend. Mo...<B>Merkin</B> - I did. It is.<BR/><BR/><B>RH</B> - enchante, my friend. <BR/><BR/><B>Montag</B> - charmed to see you here. Your random fact is most random. Please feel free to tell more. Incidentally, it is annoying me to bits I cannot remember the name of the bearded wise dude in your picture. It is that Robert Crumb character, isn't it? Mr.... Something. Wise? Small? Beard? It's killing me. Particularly - and here comes random factoid number 13 (actually 14, because I have just blurted out number 13 over at the house of the charming fellow romantic, <B>Zola-a-Romantic-Thing</B>, whose tug-boat sins are just <EM>totally</EM> forgotten, but I think I mistakenly called it 12 there) - so, random factoid number 14, as it is, I used to live in a house in North Finchley once (I lived in a few houses in North Finchley, but consequtively, as it were) and this said Mr Whats-his-name seemed to live on the same street. My kitchen was on the top (fourth) (third by British counting) floor overlooking the street. I often saw him walk past. This will be some eighteen years ago. It was the house of kitty-rearing. <BR/><BR/>What is his bloody name?<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-89968981657661950212007-07-21T11:46:00.000+03:002007-07-21T11:46:00.000+03:00I had never actually witnessed this process ( invo...I had never actually witnessed this process ( involved in the tagging procedure ) before:<BR/>Random facts. <BR/>Interesting.<BR/><BR/>At the risk of being tiresome, I may state that I have no random facts. My facts are linear, predictable, and appalling.Montaghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00017648070522030951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-8687798660566320562007-07-20T23:27:00.000+03:002007-07-20T23:27:00.000+03:00I am floored by your charm.I am floored by your charm.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-77176979541691365342007-07-20T23:22:00.000+03:002007-07-20T23:22:00.000+03:00Well yes, tiny url.Double click and it more than m...Well yes, tiny url.<BR/>Double click and it more than makes up for it.Merkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02499327449561248731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-88056687686577687632007-07-20T23:13:00.000+03:002007-07-20T23:13:00.000+03:00Right RH - you have piqued my interest (as, no dou...Right <B>RH</B> - you have piqued my interest (as, no doubt, was your intention) so I will most likely have to go and check out these twerps you mention. Not, however, before I've nipped over to the fine House of Housut to see if his secrets are out yet, as well as looking up <B>Merkin's</B> tinyurl (I bet all the girls tell you that, Merkin), followed by a quick visit to <B>Zola-a-Grumpy-Bollocksy-Thing</B> (he had the audacity to call me "The Old Tug-Boat" over at The trouser Press, so I'm out for his blood now, not just 8 random facts), and possibly to see whether the Welsh Rhysaurus and Anticant have seen me pay them a taggy visit yet. <BR/><BR/>Also, I absolutely <EM>must</EM> go and get myself some cigarettes (sorry, <B>Ms Dark</B>) (incidentally, bloody hell, you snuck back quickly, girl - and how comes you hear a tinge of the one accent I can't actually do? It must be those tarot cards of yours). So - talk amongst yourselves, folks. I may be some time.<BR/><BR/>xxx kisses all round<BR/><BR/>(And, RH, truly - and this goes for others, too - there is no need to keep to topic, any topic, on this site. If I am not going to comment, I say so beforehand, ok? Apart from that, everything goes except unfriendly behaviour towards other visitors. Preferably not me either, but I'm made of sturdy Finnish stuff and give as good (or bad) as I get. I bet that's put the fear of Anna MR in all of you, hmmm?)Anna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-88626924687297799152007-07-20T22:56:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:56:00.000+03:00Black beans it is, then, Merkin. They run so slowl...Black beans it is, then, <B>Merkin</B>. They run so slowly I'll have no trouble catching and killing them...<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-12069671013213195322007-07-20T22:55:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:55:00.000+03:00Thanks Miss Anna but I never bet with ladies and w...Thanks Miss Anna but I never bet with ladies and wouldn't take your bottom Euro anyway, someone might witness it. (I thought my dog confession was on topic, but that's all right.) My 'blog' is actually a swipe at a grasshopper-headed sociologist gasbag here who himself runs a huge group blog called Lavartus Prodeo and who banned me to satisfy some skirt he hoped might fall in love with him one day. The joke is I'd already donated $15 to the twerp too, in three lots of five. But it didn't save me.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-38766094996846257812007-07-20T22:54:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:54:00.000+03:00'Now, how do I make it without things that fly or ...'Now, how do I make it without things that fly or run?'<BR/>.<BR/>(Kill them first and they won't fly or run. Trust me.)<BR/>.<BR/>The important bit is that it is a 'peasant' food and as such depends on a cheap bulk item flavoured with something else.<BR/>In the case of Bigos, it is cabbage plus something (usually a smoked something)<BR/>I remember having a party in Wroclaw a coupla years ago where I made a big pot of Brazilian Feijoada.<BR/>The Poles being notoriously conservative about food were horrified, until I explained that it was basically Brazilian Bigos - using black beans instead of cabbage as the bulk ingredient.<BR/>And they loved it, of course.<BR/>Yum yum.<BR/><BR/>http://tinyurl.com/33pmpcMerkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02499327449561248731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-37265206098624177202007-07-20T22:48:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:48:00.000+03:00I hear beautiful English with a tinge of Finnish –...I hear beautiful English with a tinge of Finnish – it's all very melodic.<BR/>xMellifluous Darkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00180132607349077647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-51625289998763472212007-07-20T22:36:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:36:00.000+03:00Ms Dark - how charming to see you - now which acce...<B>Ms Dark</B> - how charming to see you - now which accent do you hear me speak in, just out of interest?<BR/><BR/>I am nipping over in no time to witness your crimes...<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-26003555780465351192007-07-20T22:33:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:33:00.000+03:00Merkin - why thank you, that was a very prompt rec...<B>Merkin</B> - why thank you, that was a very prompt recipe reply indeed. Now, how do I make it without things that fly or run?<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-19891154750540845342007-07-20T22:31:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:31:00.000+03:00Hello you utterly brilliant linguist. It's funny b...Hello you utterly brilliant linguist. It's funny but I can hear your voice when I read your words. Tis a good thing.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I have done the taggy thing.<BR/>xMellifluous Darkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00180132607349077647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-52270762785605739612007-07-20T22:29:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:29:00.000+03:00RH - why thank you. Not wishing to frighten you an...<B>RH</B> - why thank you. Not wishing to frighten you any further, but I'd bet my bottom euro you'd think me a Brit if you heard me speak (which of course is a funny foreign accent to you upside-down Antipodean folk). I would claim I sound vaguely Northern English (this is due to a Yorkshire connection in the past of my future), although I can do very passable North London and West Wales accents, too, as well as Queen's English. If you want a foreign-foreign accent, I do an outstanding Russian English accent, if I say so myself, as well as flamboyant Italian or French (complete with the hands), not forgetting the Swedish Chef English. I cannot, however, sound like a Finn speaking English to save my life, my mouth just won't do it.<BR/><BR/>Factoid number 12, I suppose.<BR/><BR/>Very nice to hear your random dog factoid. I couldn't tag you, as your site is a bit non-existent (as you may have noticed), but feel free to give random facts about yourself here.<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-60481641171780525962007-07-20T22:13:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:13:00.000+03:00NMJ my love, you are much taller than I am, so you...<B>NMJ</B> my love, you are much taller than I am, so you need a bigger foot, else you'd sway in the wind, the slender thing that you are.<BR/><BR/>(Bunions, warts, etc...pfft. We are all perfect in the blog world, we are. Particularly you x )Anna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-41428005609325852792007-07-20T22:11:00.001+03:002007-07-20T22:11:00.001+03:00Wiki doesn't tell us how yummy it can be :Bigos is...Wiki doesn't tell us how yummy it can be :<BR/><BR/>Bigos is a traditional stew typical of Polish and Lithuanian cuisine that many consider the Polish national dish.<BR/><BR/>A savory stew of sauerkraut, cabbage and meat, there is no standard recipe, as recipes vary considerably from region to region and from family to family. Typical ingredients include fresh and fermented white cabbage (sauerkraut, kapusta kiszona in Polish), various cuts of meat and sausages, often whole or puréed tomatoes, honey and mushrooms. The meats may include pork (often smoked), ham, bacon, beef, veal, kielbasa, and, as bigos is considered a hunters' stew, venison or other game; leftover cuts find their way into the pot as well. It may be seasoned with pepper, caraway, bay leaf, marjoram, pimento, dried or smoked plums, red wine, and other ingredients.<BR/><BR/>Bigos is usually eaten with rye bread and potatoes, often accompanied by vodka or dry white wine. As with many stews, bigos can be kept in a cool place or refrigerated then reheated later—its taste actually intensifies when reheated. A common practice is to keep a pot of bigos going for a week or more, replenishing ingredients as necessary (cf. perpetual stew). This, the seasonal availability of cabbage and its richness in vitamin C made bigos a traditional part of the winter diet in Poland and elsewhere. In Poland, it was a traditional dish to be served on the Second Day of Christmas.Merkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02499327449561248731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-18354636277125321102007-07-20T22:11:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:11:00.000+03:00housut - glue?!Oh, my. I did mine with a complicat...<B>housut</B> - <EM>glue?!</EM><BR/><BR/>Oh, my. I did mine with a complicated process involving a large amount of hairspray and a pair of crimping irons. I have straight and very slippery hair, it really didn't want to go, initially. In later times, when the dreads were quite set, I used to henna my hair. It was virtually impossible to rinse off all the henna powder from inside the locks, though, so for a week or so afterwards, my pillow would look like I had a severe case of green dandruff.<BR/><BR/>(Oh dear. Not sure I wanted you all to know that. Ah well, factoid number 11. All, you know, in the name of blogging.)<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-78482895598693318552007-07-20T22:01:00.001+03:002007-07-20T22:01:00.001+03:00Merkin and Signs - I have just this evening held b...<B>Merkin</B> and <B>Signs</B> - I have just this evening held back at the House of Signs with regard to a particularly tricky word ver - I was going to claim it was Polish, and then thought better of it (Merkin would have found me out and told everyone it wasn't really).<BR/><BR/>Spoooooooky. I settled for a vaguer "East European vernacular", as you, Signs, possibly already know as we speak.<BR/><BR/>What's bigos?<BR/><BR/>xxAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-13612951628097810442007-07-20T22:01:00.000+03:002007-07-20T22:01:00.000+03:00Your English is so good it terrifies me. I'm hopin...Your English is so good it terrifies me. I'm hoping you've got a funny foreign accent. <BR/><BR/>My three dogs live inside with me. The whole house is really a four-bedroom dog kennel. They do what they like, and carry on ridiculous. They piss on the furniture too, although I'd rather they didn't. <BR/><BR/>-Robert.<BR/>(All true)R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-48393975296475995842007-07-20T21:45:00.000+03:002007-07-20T21:45:00.000+03:00The signs are everywhere, Merkin, everywhere. Spoo...The signs are everywhere, <B>Merkin</B>, everywhere. Spooky. And I love bigos.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-7276529262115676672007-07-20T21:18:00.000+03:002007-07-20T21:18:00.000+03:00Ah, the genetic quirks always show up on the feet....Ah, the genetic quirks always show up on the feet. But I love your wee feet - mine are size 7/40, they are slender, but I have inherited my granny's bunion on my left foot, such horror!<BR/><BR/>xnmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477643084619789093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-65623347217560169642007-07-20T20:23:00.000+03:002007-07-20T20:23:00.000+03:00Haha, I can be a smooth talker sometimes, you know...Haha, I can be a smooth talker sometimes, you know :)<BR/><BR/>I'm actually writing my post now while I have a little time to kill, though whether I finish it to publish tonight, remains to be seen.<BR/><BR/>Incidentally, I had dreadlocks too, but only for a short while. I used to put glue in my hair and twizzle it around, whilst I was at college. Ah, youth....trousershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12879862280895772283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-61639799643388639682007-07-20T20:22:00.000+03:002007-07-20T20:22:00.000+03:00wsyvna?.Synchronicity, indeed.I am speaking on Sky...wsyvna?<BR/>.<BR/>Synchronicity, indeed.<BR/>I am speaking on Skype to a friend in Poland and have just made a big pot of Polish Bigos for my dinner.Merkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02499327449561248731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-77535994625680093842007-07-20T20:07:00.000+03:002007-07-20T20:07:00.000+03:00Hei housut, you are such a smooth talker - "since ...Hei housut, you are such a smooth talker - <EM>"since it's you, honey"</EM>. And I must say I dearly like the idea of my wrinkly palms being awarded a Palm d'Or.<BR/><BR/>The webbed feet I have for life, but the dreadlocks I cut off nearly fourteen years ago, because kittens was one thing, a human baby hanging on them quite another, and <EM>two</EM> human babies just made me feel like a fertility goddess. In the wrong sort of way. <BR/><BR/>I'm looking forward to reading more fascinating facts about your good self, and will spare your trawling person a thought (or even two, because flattery will get you anywhere around this site).<BR/><BR/>xAnna MRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13801478271766064478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25897493.post-62631839582191105702007-07-20T18:47:00.000+03:002007-07-20T18:47:00.000+03:00Love the names of the cats/kitties. Webbed feet an...Love the names of the cats/kitties. Webbed feet and dreadlocks? Wow....<BR/>I wonder, also, if there is some kind of prize for the wrinkliest palms in Christendom. The Palm d'Or perchance?<BR/><BR/>As I said over on the press: since it's you, honey, that has tagged me, I shall endeavour to find a further 8 fascinating facts about my good self (I was tagged only a recently). Just spare me a thought as I trawl painfully through my personal archives to come up with something suitable...<BR/><BR/>Hopefully the results will appear at the weekend :)trousershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12879862280895772283noreply@blogger.com