Aaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Gordon Steadman]

I have just got back from 'celebrating' a friend's 70th birthday.

My head hurts. If I was a Martian, my head would have exploded.

Why oh why oh why do some people think they can sing? This damn woman was warbling away all evening, turning every song into a boom titty boom country and western number, her sound equipment was crap, the speaker had an awful honk and boom and I had a headache after ten minutes. Then she started on the French songs with an accent from somewhere north of Manchester.

I stood it for as long as I could and then left Ronnie to keep our end up, poor girl, and went outside for a walk where it was pissing down. Ended up sat on a bench under some cover, making friends with the resident cat (fat cat - bloody huge but very friendly) and waited until the music stopped. Went in for the opening of presents and then it all started again. Fortunately, by this time Ronnie had had enough as well so we made our excuses and came home.

Great bloody evening - at least the chilli was good and hot and took my mind off the muzac for a bit:steam:

[struth]

I hate that cabaret or club type singing. Fortunately it is not common up this way.(or wasn't)

[walpurgis]

The old 'Croakaoke' is popular around here. Every bloody pub seems to feature it on and off. :rolleyes:

[Andrei]

:steam:

Is that smiley representative of the 'music' or the chili?

[Gordon Steadman]

Is that smiley representative of the 'music' or the chili?
Bit of both.. The muzac was just crap but the club actually provided a plate of chilli paste in case anyone wanted it warmer than a Vesta curry. So I ladled it on. I actually had to take my scarf off.

[archiesdad]

My local was shut last Sunday(due a fatal accident outside the night before) and we made do with the nearest alternative, bloody karaoke had us looking for a taxi in 10 minutes, bar manager was surprised we were all(7bodies, 30% of the punters) leaving so quick, I explained were fans of Japan's revenge for the atomic bomb, he replied everybody else loves it, what all 15ish of them. I will in future stay dry rather than enter a pub with this form of "entertainment".

[The Barbarian]

Something i dislike & that is singing in moosik period. I don't have many records with singing in them if i can help it anyway. I also have a serious dislike for Electric Geetar

[awkwardbydesign]

Bit of both.. The muzac was just crap but the club actually provided a plate of chilli paste in case anyone wanted it warmer than a Vesta curry. So I ladled it on. I actually had to take my scarf off.
Showing your age there, buddy! :eyebrows:

[Gordon Steadman]

Showing your age there, buddy! :eyebrows:

Fraid so.

One has to have happy memories of Vesta though. Despite the fact that they were unbelievably awful, they did open up a few people's minds and stomachs to the possibility of different foods.

[Marco]

Lol.... Most definitely a UK-mindset thing!

I was already well aware of such foods, and had sampled them, quite some time before Vesta came on the scene - and I was only a kid then.... The same also applied with the likes of garlic and fresh herbs and spices.

Travelling outside of one's own 'back yard', and appreciating what's out there in the big, bad world, really does broaden the mind ;)

Marco.

[shane]

That was when the only place you could buy olive oil was in the chemist, who kept it in stock for use in softening the wax in kids' ears. God it was dull. I remember Mum getting Elizabeth David's first cook book. It was like life suddenly switched from black and white to colour!

[Marco]

Lol - indeed, Shane, and one of the advantages of being 'foreign'..... ;)

Marco.

[Gordon Steadman]

That was when the only place you could buy olive oil was in the chemist, who kept it in stock for use in softening the wax in kids' ears. God it was dull. I remember Mum getting Elizabeth David's first cook book. It was like life suddenly switched from black and white to colour!

What amazed me was the so many people seemed to think they were great cooks. My mother thought the sun shone out of her frying pan. We had the best of ingredients, my father was a meat buyer, but somehow everything came down to blackened meat and overdone, soggy, tasteless vegetables.

Fortunately, my grandmother was ace at puddings which I still major on to this day.