March 9, 2016 by Michael Madden
Mosh Pits & Muslims & No More Heroes
Been a few weeks since an update so there’s quite a bit to fill in.
I went over to Dordrecht to see my friends at Cornerstone, which was eventful. The night before I wanted to check that my phone would work and to get a data add on. Text EUDATA it said on the website, so I did. Apparently its not available for my package. So I rang EE (don’t get me started on EE). Yes it will work – but it takes 24 hours to activate. I tried again on the day of departure – still wouldn’t work. The chap told me that it only works once you are in the EU. Aren’t we in the EU? At least for now? Yes – but its the European bit. So I tried it again over there. It didn’t work. Then I got a text message from EE saying I would need to buy a roaming add on. I said don’t get me started on EE! Now, whenever you say you are flying to Amsterdam there is a lot of ‘nudge, nudge, wink, wink’, but in this case it was just a flight to Schiphol and then a train well away from the Metropolis to Dordrecht. Sadly, I got a virus that wiped me out. I got to the hotel around 6.15, hoping for a smooth check-in, but Hotels.Com had not informed the hotel of my reservation. Fortunately a room was available, so I went to bed at around 6.30 for 12 hours. Rested? Not at all. Helpfully there was a digital clock on the tv that told me I was awake approximately every 20 minutes. I managed to get a load of paracetamol down me and that got me through Friday, but it was a long journey home. On the plus side, Schiphol have finally got rid of the concept of having security at the departure gate, so now you can get your bags checked and leave yourself plenty of leisure time in the airport.
A week later we went to see Goodnight Mr Tom at the Opera House in Manchester. I knew it was about the war, and evacuees, but when I go to be entertained I want some thing a bit cheerful, This involved child abuse, several deaths, bullying and more, and its on the school curriculum. Give me The Cat In The Hat any day of the week. We took my mum to see the show, and she quite enjoyed it, but I suspect she enjoyed the conversation with Zac a bit more! He wanted to know if he has any other race apart from English in his family tree. His great grandmother on my mum’s side is from Galway, so he figured out that he was one eighth Irish. If he married an Irishwoman their children would be nine sixteenths Irish. All good so far.
Sally, ‘Do you think you will ever marry an Irish girl?’
Zac, ‘No’ (he was quite adamant on this one)
Sally, ‘Why not?’
Zac, ‘Aren’t they all ginger?’
My laptop crashed. Absolute disaster. Its only 6 weeks old and it just stopped working. At first it said ‘Preparing to Repair’, then nothing. I rang Knowhow, and they took me through a few (very) simple tests to prove that yes it wasn’t working. I should take it into PC World and it would be back within 5 days. FIVE DAYS?! Yes, 5 days. Can’t they repair it in store? No – they can’t. And if you get it repaired elsewhere it invalidates the warranty. Reluctantly I took it to PC World the next day. Five days? said the repair man. They shouldn’t have told you that. Oh good, I thought. A quick turnaround. No, it generally takes around 10 days to get it back to us. And really, as its so new we would generally offer a replacement, I don’t want a replacement, I’ve put a lot of important software on there that I need. The data is backed up, and I could reinstall but that will take ages. Well let me check the replacement option….no – that model is no longer stocked. I can give you one to the same value. Well firstly that was in the sale so you will now give me a laptop at approximately half the value of the one that broke, and secondly, I don’t want a replacement. So he sent it away. It actually took around 6 days, and until I pick it up tomorrow I won’t know if they’ve managed to fix it, or just replaced the hard drive which is effectively getting rid of all of my software. I have an old laptop that I have gone back to. Its a Sony Vaio, the hinges are knackered, and its falling apart. But it works. Something you might want to consider mister HP salesman!
My Creole Cake is well under way, with the fruit having been steeped in brandy, rum (dark and white), cherry brandy, port and angostura for ten days. It was supposed to be a week, but that took me to the day before the Amsterdam flight, and as the cooking is measured in hours rather than minutes I didn’t want to be up all night. So I waited until the weekend and mixed in a ton of fruit, crystallised ginger, mixed peel and nuts, and then it went in for baking. Several hours later it came out to cool. There was evidence of someone picking at it, but it was largely intact, and then it went into storage. A week later it was uncovered to be fed with brandy, and ten days after that it again emerged, this time for a dose of port. It is very moist and I reckon one more feed will do before it gets topped with marzipan and soft gingerbread shapes. Mmm…
Other culinary delights included my balti paste whilst Sally was away (only just got the smell out of the house for her return), then there was steak and ale pie that is currently in the fridge, half eaten and maturing nicely.
Ole is getting excited for YNot, and he was less than happy when Sally announced that she might go too. ‘We go in the Mosh Pit where you get thrown around and drinks go everywhere, you wouldn’t like it,’ he announced, assuming that no one over the age of 20 has ever been to a gig before, but Zac was more thoughtful, and told his mum, ‘No place for an old lady’.
Zac continues with his badminton on Monday evenings, so I asked him if the teacher taught him anything.
Zac, ‘He shows the amateurs what to do.’
Me, ‘Are you an amateur?’
Zac, ‘No, I’m a professional’
Then there was the Cadbury’s chocolate pudding. ‘Serves 3’ it said on the package. Zac looked puzzled. It would certainly need to expand in the microwave to serve 3 of Zac’s portions. After just two, well actually not even two, the pot was empty. So last week I made a chocolate sponge pudding. ‘Serves 8,’ I told everyone. It didn’t!
Sadly I was working last weekend when it snowed, but Zac wanted to build a snowman. First up though he had to get dressed.
Zac, ‘Mum, where do you keep those pull up things?’
Mum, ‘What pull up things?’ (I suspect she knew he was referring to a snow suit)
Zac, ‘They keep you warm. You know, we use them in the snow.’
Mum, ‘Don’t know what you’re on about’
Zac, ‘They are like Lederhosen’
You may have come to the conclusion that Zac likes his food. That is certainly true in the cases of chips, sausages, chocolate cake, toast and anything else related to chocolate or fried potatoes. Anything else, such as fruit, may be tolerated if accompanied by items from the previous list. So it came as a bit of a surprise when he announced that he was going to do what Muslim’s do. There go the sausages we thought, but no, he was going to fast. Ole laughed. ‘You won’t last 2 hours,’ he said. But Zac was determined, and when he puts his mind to it he generally gets what he wants. I came home from work a couple of hours later and thought I’d best have a word with him, as I really thought fasting might not be good for him. I needn’t have worried.
Me, ‘How’s the fasting going?’
Zac, ‘I’ve had a box of microchips’ (it was actually two – but who’s counting?)
Punishment for Zac is generally the removal of Xbox privileges, but mum has decided she needs confirmation that he isn’t sneaking on, so she hides his remote controllers. This week its, surprise surprise, an untidy bedroom. As ever, Zac believes he has been wronged as in his eyes his bedroom is tidy, which it clearly isn’t. Anyway, he took drastic action, but the game was given away by a giggling Ole who could not control himself. Things threatened to go awry, as Ole was implicated in whatever mischief had clearly occurred, so he had to come clean. ‘He’s hidden mum’s laptop and phone and she can’t have them back until he gets his controllers back’
Its going to be a long few years when he becomes a teenager.
Of course, when I’m away Sally gets to take her chance in the kitchen, or rather the kids get to take a chance! I wondered what this was…
And so to Monday night. The Stranglers were playing at Rock City, which is about 50 yards from the hotel I normally stay at whilst in Nottingham. I got tickets and decided to meet early at Annie’s Burger Shack. I’ve said it before and I will say it again. Highly recommended. I had the Double Boston Nibbler, and if I am being honest its probably a bit too much. Delicious, but I did leave about 5 sweet potato fries!