If you are ever in Ayr on a Tuesday night, might I highly reccommend the Treehouse. Combination of restraunt, bar, pub, you know the kinda place. After trying several places and being completely shocked the kitchens closed at 8pm (yes, you read that right 8 p fucking m!!) As it turned out, The Treehouse was a great bet, because after dinner there was pub trivia!
The menu was slightly better than your standard British offering of bangers and mash. This made choosing something a little more difficult.
"The Cajun Chicken looks nice" I said, scanning the menu for something better.
"It's 'ca hoon'" Shot back Orr.
"What?"
"It's pronouced 'ca hoon' it's spanish!" Someone was getting snooty. "You english are so ignorant."
"I know it's Spanish!" I replied indignantly, "but we aren't exactly in Spain, we're in the UK and we English pronounce it CaJun!"
"Argh! It's ca hoon. If you were in Spain or South America they would laugh at you saying 'caJun'"
"Well, we are NOT in Spain and if you pronounced it 'ca hoon' here, people would laugh at YOU!"
"It's... ca... hoon!!!" Teeth clenched.
"It's caJun... cajun cajun cajun!"
"Oh my god! It's ca hoon!"
At this point, the situation is tense. Two lovers, glaring at each other from their menus, an abyss may as well seperate them. Both struck by a stubborn nature.
So I started saying cajun over and over again. Till it became a little song. I looked up and see an incredulous look in Orr's eyes. It was a cross between disbelief, frustration and amusement. So, what else was I to do but add in a little dance?
My little performance was enough to garnish a smile on my bemused partners face. I lent over and took Orr's hand in mine.
"You know what? I'm going to name our first born Cajun!" This was the clincher. Orr broke out in laughter and the pronounciation of 'cajun' hasn't been in dispute since.
How does terrorism affect us in our daily lives? I read this moring the leader of the Australian Opposition, Mark Latham, has been admonished by the US Ambassador for daring to ask for the return of Australian troops after the June 30th handback of Iraq, to Iraqi authorities. Whether you believe our troops should be there or not, doesn't stop the next statement from being completely illogical. Threatening to pull our troops out could cause terrorists to want to attack us further.
Hello? I hate to break the news to you fellas, but we're on a long list of countries many groups around the world don't like. If they had the means and the opportunity, they would mount a terrorist offence against us. Oh wait, September 11th, Bali, Madrid - too late.
The amount of pol speak and posturing makes me sick to the core. This morning, talking to Orr about how rediculous this notion was, I nearly fell off my chair when he told me this little doozy. According to a recent poll (yes, yes, I am well aware ofthe problems with statistics....!!) 66% interviewed (this poll was conducted in Israel) believed the assasination of Ahmed Yassin was justified. Okay, but how does that explain why 60% of respondants (yes, that means there HAS to be an overlap somewhere) believe the attack will also fuel terrorist attacks against Israelis. What this data tells me, is somewhere, out there, people believe killing someone, knowing it will also cause further violence, further loss of live and a further stalling of the peace process (ha ha I laugh at my own words...) makes perfect sense and the two positions can be easily reconciled.
Maybe the world is being run by little boys who like to poke sticks in ants nest, I'm not sure. Maybe that is a gross oversimplification. But I hope they sleep better at night than I do. Safe and sound, not worrying if, when you wake up tomorrow, the person you love just wont be there. As long as they can sleep, why should I care?
Okay, so this is one from the holiday...
Driving along a nice country B road, rolling green pastures, talking about the amount of complete tossers on IRC (ourselves excluded of course).
Orr suggests that there are people on the trivia channel who are obviously very good at playing trivia and know a lot of stuff about books or computers etc. But what about practical things he asked? What about all the stuff they don't know. How useless they probably are day to day. Seriously, who would know what that breed of sheep was called?
That breed? I said pointing to the shaggy sheep in the fields rushing past us. They would be Scotish Black Face.
I guess some of us are nerds and some of us just spent too much time with animals...
Okay, so you lot have been bugging me for some time now to update with the gos on my holiday to the UK.
I have some pictures up for you all to look and laugh at. There are pics from the meet and some pics from my holiday. Please be patient with me though, I am VERY lazy... but you guys should know that!
Check me out ma.. I'm on the world web whatsitcalled....!!!
I know I haven't really blogged in a while and for that I do apologise. As many of you may know, I have been on holidays in the UK. I had the most amazing time! I guess the two highlights of the trip were really the meet in Coventry and the Placebo concert in Manchester. Stick with me.. there's more to come...
Just a quick preface before I post an actual blog...
This are links to some friends pages... The first and foremost being dynamique3's page. Next up we have Gnome's page.
Let me know if you want me to post a link to you're blog.. im currently getting hits from all around there world! Last week I had a hit from Mexico and one from the UK, but I think the mexican guy had made a typo and the brit was after german porn...
Post a better blog later, when I find some schmo to write it for me.
love you all!
The right reverend Spanner