A Slight Distracting Chin Wag

 


Enough of the end of the world hysteria for today.

Let's discuss food and fashion. We still have to eat. We are definitely going to have be more creative in what we buy, but I refuse to eat ramen. It's not an awful meal, it's just the connotations of eating a thirty cent bag of noodles and salt. Poor and dirt poor.

I'm planning on deleting my Amazon account mid April. The only reason I'm still using it is because I bought some earrings on their five month payment plan. This month is my last.

Along with buying doodads I don't need, Amazon membership allows you access to a thousand and one crappy movies. There is the occasional gem found amongst the detritus, like, 'Spontaneous' and 'The Vast of Night.'

For the last few days I've been watching a tv series, 'Come Dine With Me,' the UK version. Four strangers are required to each make a three course meal, then are voted for their effort or lack there of.

My first observation - Brits like pudding and jellies.

And fish. Lots and lots of fish.

My second observation - they really have crappy decor. They match tiny sofas with huge side tables. It's definitely function over form. I cannot stand the fact they have no closets. Instead they use these ornate, giant wardrobes wedged beside a tiny bed. Coming from this gal who loves the mismatched, electic, cozy, boho, style it's gotta be an eyesore for me to whinge.

And the doors! Why are the doorknobs at eye level!?

In these flats and mostly terraced houses we visit, there is zero warmth. The kitchens are cute but everything is tiny. They've never heard of the open concept design, which I don't really care for myself. I don't want to have to look at a sink full of dirty dishes whilst watching Bosch, or this show, but I don't like closed doors either. The British house has a zillion closed doors ready to poke an eye out.

The series is twenty years old, like most of the stuff Amazon insists I will like. I don't. I don't like.

I'm not really going to miss Amazon video too much. I don't do Netflix or Hulu, so it's got to be interesting to see what I intend to do without the "babysitter."

The television was a constant in the Thingy household, growing up. We had seven channels to choose from using rabbit ears and the youngest child as the remote. At midnight, you were cut off. You got fair warning the end was near when the National anthem came on, then you could watch snow. 

Now we have more choices of mind numbing sh*t. Back then, we were stuck watching, Hee Haw, The farm report with Orion Samuelson, Family Classics, local news, reported by stern looking white men and the occasional roller derby.

I like movies so I'll miss them. I won't be able to watch the five six, friends who take a hike and walk into big trouble. 

Anyway, as I write this I'm watching an episode where the theme is Beatrix Potter. Guess what the entree is? And more pudding for dessert. 

Maybe their tastes have changed over time. We used to eat jello with bits of vegetables wobbling inside. Ah, well. At least we still have food. Which reminds me... I better order those MRE's before I sign off. 

And now back to our Armageddon program already in progress...

*Image using free app Pixabay 

Comments

SAM said…
It took me the longest time to understand in the UK pudding just means dessert, not always, and rarely, well, pudding. I'm very excited to see real UK with my trip in November, tiny rooms and all. I found come dine with me via YouTube a long while back. Yes- lots of fish and curry.
Maggie said…
I'm jealous! I've always wanted to see London. Someday, hopefully.

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