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Happy Weaselfest! I nominated today, first sunny day of the trip, as my pretend birthday.

In the morning we walked through town and picked up some shopping (Heidsieck Monopole Blue Top on sale! How’s that for coinkydink?) and visited Mr Whippy. Because I’ve been very, very naughty. And it’s my pretend birthday.

Then we drove out to the country and had a walk along a public footpath. The whole island is criss-crossed with these footpaths. They’re ancient, traditional rights of way for foot (and sometimes horse or vehicle) traffic. The libertarian in me is horrified that landowners have to put up with — and maintain! — a network of paths across private property to accomodate a steady stream of trespassers. The bunny hugger in me considers them a national treasure. Even if I did put my hand in a stinging nettle.

mrwhippy.jpgIf ever you visit this country, make sure you somehow wangle a drive away from town. The Brits have done a remarkable job not crapping up their countryside. It’s a lush green sheep-encrusted rolling treefest, especially in May, punctuated with 11th Century pubs and shepherd’s huts and thatched cottages and ruined castles. I’m pretty sure they got the Disney guys in for the preliminary design.

Then it was back home for the traditional Showering of Gifts. I got such a lot of excellent loot this year; the surprise hit was this sporty little traveling banjo. Now everywhere I go, I can carry with me the beautiful, evocative sound of tomcats flossing their anuses with razor wire. Why anybody would voluntarily hand me this loaded weapon, I do not know. Mr Whippy could probably tell you.

Then it was out to my favorite restaurant and home to a nice brew and…I’m pretty sure I’ll fall down the something and break my something later. This is just way too good.


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 18, 2007, 8:22 pm

Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! A post worthy of a Weasel!

The imagery….!!

Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: May 18, 2007, 8:50 pm

Nice! So, can you play the theme song to “The Beverly Hillbillies”? The next thing you know ol’ Jed’s a millionaire…

So what did you have to eat? I visited Merry Ol’ in the late 80’s and I remember the food there was…odd. Except for scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam – auaglgualguala!!! Those were VERY good, but Man is not meant to live by clotted scones alone.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 18, 2007, 9:21 pm

There’s a restaurant in town that does excellent plain English fare: steaks and such. I always get fried shrimp (or prawns, as they call ’em) and onion rings. I look at the menu and think about getting something else, but they’ve got the lightest, crispest tempura batter I think I’ve ever eaten. The same chef has run it since the ’60s and he’s trying to sell out and retire. Sad for him that he hasn’t found a buyer, but I’m grateful.

Some of the cafe style food can be a little odd to American taste. I’ve combed a couple of supermarkets looking for the famous Mr Brain’s Frozen Faggots. If I can find them, I’ll eat them and blog about it. My pledge to you.

Yes, I can play the Ballad of Jed Clampett, but then I’d have to el Kabong you over the head with my banjo. And it’s a new one, so…

Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: May 19, 2007, 12:01 am

Isn’t that the worst thing about going to a favorite restaurant? Particularly one you only get to go to very infrequently? You always ordering the same thing because it’s your favorite dish, but you never get to experiment with the rest of the menu and maybe find something you like even better.

Comment from Pupster
Time: May 19, 2007, 7:49 am

Do Foggy Mountain!
*ducks kabong*

Comment from Dawn
Time: May 19, 2007, 11:14 am

Oh goody! I am so glad we started talking about the food. My husband and I took our small children with us to Ireland and England 3 years ago. Traveling with small children changed the way we ate, but not the way we partied. Pubs in Ireland have high chairs so you can contain your children while you drink. My absolute favorite thing to eat was in those lorry (truck) stop things in the middle of the freeways. I love those smashed peas. I don’t know what they did to make peas taste good all smashed up. Probably involved lots of cream, butter and salt? I also loved chips (french fires) with curry sauce. Something the Indians turned the brits onto I’m sure.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 19, 2007, 4:00 pm

Nope. I have appealed to Ask a Brit over here, who says mushy peas are dried peas soaked in water and a bit of bicarbonate of soda and then cooked. Here’s what Wikipedia has to say:

Mushy peas are dried marrowfat peas which are first soaked and then simmered until they form a green lumpy paste (the more pure the mushy peas, the less obviously bright the colour – peas with few additives tend to form a more grey-green end product). Sodium bicarbonate is often added to soften the peas and to inhibit fermentation during soaking which reduces later flatulence. They are a very traditional northern English accompaniment to fish and chips, or in the north-west are commonly served as part of the popular snack of pie and peas (akin to the Australian pie floater, but with mushy peas instead of a thick pea soup) and are considered a part of traditional British cuisine. Mushy peas can also be bought in tins. They are also sometimes served in batter as a pea fritter.

Comment from lizardbrain
Time: May 19, 2007, 6:00 pm

a lush green sheep-encrusted rolling treefest

tomcats flossing their anuses with razor wire

Weasel, you have a way with words.


Weasel… words… something’s… coming to me.

No, no! Don’t tell me. I’ll figure it out.

Comment from Leeuwenhoek
Time: May 20, 2007, 8:09 am

Well, that settles it, you need to write a book. one of those witty books about travel or something. “The Roaming Weasel series”. 😉

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 20, 2007, 9:12 am

“A Meandering Life: The S. Weasel Story”?

Comment from Lokki
Time: May 20, 2007, 10:51 am

Now let’s see:

Pea fritters
Cat anuses
Ancient, traditional rights of way
Frozen Faggots
Oh, and a pretend birthday.

Now this thread is a discussion of the things that really matter in this world.
Sir – my hat is off to you, and not just in honr of your birthday.

Comment from mesablue
Time: May 20, 2007, 5:30 pm

Lost tripod thingys, crazy squirrels, insane asylums — too much material.

Must be a trilogy, with it’s own made up language.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 20, 2007, 8:16 pm

….and don’t forget the transvestite butts in the buff!

Uh….no, wait. Let’s DO forget that episode. We can call it his “dark” period. Like whatshisface – the painter. Goya? Naa. I fergit.

Comment from mesablue
Time: May 21, 2007, 12:08 am

Oh no, not the guy with the pooter.

I had almost successfully bleached that image from my brain.

Evil pooter men instead of Orcs.


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 21, 2007, 10:11 am

From “Weasel-Words: A Stoat on Two Shores”, by lb, mblue, and McG. – transcript in work-

“…The Pooter Man episode occurred during Mssr. Weasel’s “Phoning It In” period, the PII (pronounced “pie”) period, as it is known in the venacular. Little is known of this interval as all records seem to have been spontaneously and intentionally destroyed by those who viewed the posts at the time, or later, at the behest of the US and GB governments’ respective Health Departments.”

Comment from lizardbrain
Time: May 21, 2007, 5:58 pm

From “Weasel-Words: A Stoat on Two Shores”, by lb, mblue, and McG. – transcript in work-

A collaboration that shall go down in history! Maybe in Social Studies and Shop, too.

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