Sunday 28 March 2010

Saturday 27th March 2010 - Doing the Foul Deed

          There is good news: nettles have been seized, diems carpe'd, nails hit accurately, iron struck at suitable temperature, stitches saved, worms duly caught; trunks emptied: well, whole cars, actually
          There are, of course, drawbacks.  It's a good job it's Lent.  Getting up in the night now would likely involve the stubbing and stabbing of toes.  Everything has been laid out for disposal or folding into transatlantic cases.
          Which is exhausting enough for one day.  So it's off to the malt shop for traditional American fare.  Americans of my age hanker after juke-box-fuls of sixties music and Horlicks with their dinner.  They probably also think wistfully of the recreational drug use and casual sex they missed out on at the time.
          "Malt shops" sell 'malts', a milkshake made with ice cream and malted milk, a baby food invented by a London Pharmacist come to Wisconsin, one James Horlick.  As an accompaniment to hamburger, it lacks the biting piquance of a rough claret, but Americans have chosen to try to prevent their children drinking by setting this sort of example.  Europeans do the opposite.  Of course, neither works, as the children, in their turn, miss out on their generation's recreational drugs and casual sex.

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