I'm not sure how exactly it was that Descant - one of the Canadian literary journals - managed to find my mailing address and send me a subscription plea. Really. I don't think I've ever sent them anything. I think it's terrifically funny that their little pamphlet includes Roger Ebert-type blurbs from the likes of Northrop Frye of all people. Maybe they've tagged all copies of their magazine electronically, and they know I'm possession of some back issues. The bastards! They're probably reading my mind right now. Who would fuck you?
Corn was on cheap this morning, so I bought a couple ears and I guess that's food for the day. Managed to put together quite the supplies for under fifteen bucks, which is splendid. Tiger prawns - ten for $2.50! Wild. I also ducked my head into the Curious Comics across from the grocery store and did a very good job of just browsing, not buying anything. Several of the usual suspects look pretty underachieving this month anyway, so it was probably as good a time as any to impose a drought on myself. I'm being frugal or something. I shall have to get drunk and watch the Frugal Gourmet, if he's anywhere on television anymore.
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I seriously just laughed WAY TOO HARD, there. I think I'm losing it.
I just pictured you drunk out of your mind and bawling in your living room, clutching a remote control with one hand and clawing at the television with the other... wondering where the Frugal Gourmet went.
Posted by Jason | February 17, 2005 6:43 PM
Posted on February 17, 2005 18:43
There was also James Barber, the Urban Peasant, who used to get progressively drunker as the episodes went on.
Posted by ben | February 17, 2005 6:48 PM
Posted on February 17, 2005 18:48
oh yeah! James Barber! He was key. I loved it when he dropped various glazes all over the place, time and time in a row, & each time after the fumble, he'd say, "wh-opppssssiishh!"
sometimes, when he'd drop the butter, he'd use it again. the dirty butter. hmmm . . .that's kind of sexy to me now . . .! also key.
Posted by caroline | February 17, 2005 8:14 PM
Posted on February 17, 2005 20:14
The only chef that was drunker was Julia Child.
Posted by Jason | February 17, 2005 9:09 PM
Posted on February 17, 2005 21:09
She always kind of scared me. A bit too much like a melting version of Hyacinth from "Keeping up Appearences." And wasn't she a spy or somesuch back in WW2? I remember something about that--
Posted by ben | February 17, 2005 10:06 PM
Posted on February 17, 2005 22:06
Actually, Graham Kerr was a huge boozer, the Galloping Gourmet.
Posted by michael | February 17, 2005 11:28 PM
Posted on February 17, 2005 23:28
Ah, Hyacinth Bucket (It's Bouquet). A very funny show. "Richard I will not have you taking time off with an non-executive illness... now tell them you have gout! Only the upper classes get gout."
Posted by RJ | February 19, 2005 5:19 AM
Posted on February 19, 2005 05:19
Wouldn't syphilis be more of an "upper crust disease?" Weren't beauty marks fashionable because the rich were using them to cover up their syphilitic scarrings?
Posted by ben | February 19, 2005 10:00 PM
Posted on February 19, 2005 22:00
That was smallpox which virtually everyone had at some point. Nasty illness..
Posted by RJ | February 20, 2005 1:24 AM
Posted on February 20, 2005 01:24
Aha! Smallpox. Shall remember that.
Posted by ben | February 20, 2005 12:13 PM
Posted on February 20, 2005 12:13