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That it should come to this

That’s right. I’m reduced to reposting unfunny Facebook memes. I ain’t even ashamed.

We drove to Tesco’s today, but the line to get in was so long, we drove away again. Ended up at a little mom and pop store. Still a line to get in, but only about two people in it.

Uncle B was looking specifically for Rose’s lime juice, but no luck anywhere. It’s owned by the Coca Cola Company now, so he phoned them up. (He does things like that). Apparently, they got supply problems.

Damn you, COVID-19 *shakes fist*.


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: May 28, 2020, 9:12 pm

Oh, he does indeed!

What Her Stoatliness didn’t tell you was that I got put through to someone whose grasp of English was… um…. somewhat fragile and who, I suspect, was many thousands of miles away. Damn you globalists – I’m coming for you!

And why Rose’s lime cordial not any of the others on the market (that are half the price or even cheaper)? Because our last but one Prime Minister’s vapid, hippy wife persuaded the clown to put a tax on sugar – at which point all the drinks manufacturers switched to chemical substitutes, most of which I can still taste five hours after consuming them and almost all of which are, I am fairly sure, bloody dangerous.

If they get the damned stuff back into production, I might like Coca Cola off because they are one of the few makers who stuck to their guns, took the price hit and at least left us a choice not to have to consume test tubes full of Novichok or whatever crap they are putting in our food this week.

And in case you are wondering, it’s vodka, lime cordial and sparkling water. Shaken and not stirred. Tonight, in the absence of lime, I am back to vodka and San Pelegrino Limonata. So there.

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: May 28, 2020, 9:16 pm


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: May 28, 2020, 10:15 pm


That excludes all the non-car-owning urbanites, and all high-rise apartment dwellers with underground parking. (They could all go stand together on the little apron between the curb and the garage entrance. That would make some interesting imagery.)

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 28, 2020, 10:41 pm

Naked, with your ID up in the air.

I see.

So, another stupid government order I’ll be ignoring.

New flag – “éla, afairéste ta roúcha mas!”

Comment from Skandia Recluse
Time: May 28, 2020, 10:43 pm

‘put de lime in de coconut. Drink them both together …’

Comment from Gordon R. Durand
Time: May 29, 2020, 12:26 am

“A real gimlet is half gin and hall Rose’s Lime Juice and nothing else. It beats martinis hollow.”

Comment from BJM
Time: May 29, 2020, 2:59 pm

@Uncle B

How about a Salty Dog? A tall glass with a salted rim, grapefruit juice, gin or vodka and sparkling water is mighty nice in the summer. To ice or not to ice is your call.

Alternately Campari & soda in a tall glass with a shot of OJ and lots of ice.

Comment from BJM
Time: May 29, 2020, 3:02 pm

Naked, with your ID up in the air.

Is that euphemism?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 29, 2020, 7:21 pm

“…and then the more brave
would smile and wave
the distinguishing marks of their sex at her.”

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: May 29, 2020, 9:21 pm

All suggestions gratefully received, fellow minions. Then, when I am hideously drunk, I can smirk and say ‘It’s your blog’s fault, Weasel! They made me do it!’

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 29, 2020, 11:06 pm

Comment from BJM
Time: May 29, 2020, 3:02 pm

Naked, with your ID up in the air.

Is that euphemism?

THAT’S what I thought too!
You’re sick!

Comment from Jon
Time: June 1, 2020, 7:13 pm

I’ve heard there is some “protest” activity in London too. I hope the crazy times don’t come near you.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 1, 2020, 8:13 pm

Pretty weak so far, Jon. Not worried about that.

More worried about people from the city coming to our little corner to steal stuff. We’re having a real problem at the moment (nothing of ours, I’m happy to say).

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