I have to remember to ask the lunch ladies what they are actually serving in the bowls that look like chicken salad. After my tuna incident, I carefully chose a bowl that definitely had chunks of chicken on top. When I got back to my desk, however, I discovered that there was a big scoop of potato salad hiding underneath the chicken, above the lettuce. They make the most lethal potato salad in the world here, with a dressing of almost pure, red-hot English mustard. Understand, English mustard, in comparison with the weenie-ish American French’s Mustard, could be classified as a chemical weapon. Omigod….my stomach is wondering what I threw at it, and I am talking like a numpy (as Phil would say).

I know that Phil stole a march on me and linked to this in his journal after I saw it this morning, but I have to link to it as well: very cool tattoo shirts. What a great idea!

Since I’m indulging in gratuitous linkage, here’s a very cool flash site.

Back to work. Perhaps I’d better have some cooling yogurt first.

4 thoughts on “Aggghhhh….”

  1. When I was in Boston, I asked for some french mustard to go with a steak I was having. I got given French’s Mustard instead. I couldn’t honestly think what to say without giving offence. It’s like not very spicy yellow mayonaisse!

    And I’ve seen those shirts (with wearers) out clubbing in London – very cool indeed.

  2. French’s mustard is the best thing that you can put on burns. It takes a lot of the sting away, and they heal faster. Can you imagine putting English mustard on an injury? It would be like trying to make it better by applying lye.

  3. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Or so I’m told :-)

    By the way – been meaning to ask for a while – Hawthorn/Willow? (Somewhat cryptically …)

  4. Phil had chosen the name for a joint journal project which we never did anything with, and then I took it over and kept the name (in the days when you either had to have a code from a friend or buy a paid account). Had I done it on my own, it would be Ravven. Anyway, I took it over, and the name stuck. :) Rather like Ravven, which I use for my artwork. The story behind that name is, well, less than glamorous. I had just gone online in the early days, and I was doing my obligatory thirty days free with AOL, and Raven was taken. That’s it. Don’t tell anyone. :)

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