Never really thought about it before today when we were talking to a couple whilst walking the dog. The subject of the breakfast toast came up and “he” muttered (with a shudder) that when “she” had toast it was always with MARMITE on it. YEUK.What’s Marmite?
The British version is a sticky, dark brown food paste with a distinctive, powerful salty flavor.
It’s made from yeast extract, a by-product of beer brewing.
Wimps can’t stand the strong taste let alone the smell and although it’s made under different names round the world, it’s the POWERFUL British version that people either LOVE OR HATE. Other countries make wimpier versions. The Australians and their Vegemite, the Swiss apparently have Cenovis, and the Germans Vitam-R.
Then I got to thinking looking at his wife BEAMING ALL OVER HER FACE when I said I loved it too, it’s a deal breaker question I should have asked my wife because SHE HATES IT TOO.
My long suffering wife has for years loathed Marmite and whenever she has made me toast and Marmite has bravely taken a deep breath, tried not to throw up, and slapped on the “evil mix” as she calls it on my toast. All at arm’s length, carrying it through to me behind her so’s not catch the slightest “whiff”.
I used to love the way she always gave me a kiss before I ate my toast then I discovered why, she wouldn’t come close to me until I cleaned my teeth or drank at least two mugs of strong tea to kill off the smell.
So the question I probably should have asked on the first date was. “Do you like Marmite?”
Problem is what if she had said NO I HATE IT?
Would that have been it?
After 25 years of happiness, I’m glad I didn’t.
A Luddite is a person who fears or loathes technology, especially new forms of technology and yes I’m a proud card-carrying Luddite.
Today’s “I’m going to upset someone” is about new technology.
It’s no secret that I HATE TECHNOLOGY especially in firearms YET I was reading today about some gun club who has been attacked for DARING to try to sell smart guns. [Story link here]
Fed up with the complication of a stove that needs volatile methylated spirit (denatured alcohol), or BOTTLED GAS?
Here is a British Army real life alternative for those (like me) who just can’t be bothered about prating round with spirit or solid fuel stoves, gas or pressure, or even those lovely little coke can burners.
25 meters away is our “rock pile”.
25 meters away is a little furry mouse. I hated that mouse!
It ignored the peanut butter smeared trap, nimbly jumped over the bottle trap, even managed to sidestep the glue pad I put down! A real little Houdini.
ENOUGH! OUT CAME THE RIFLE.
OK, it’s a bit unfair because they have one major “flaw” where once they have established a route, they stick to it. Much like rats!
SAD for them, GOOD for me.
To plant an accurate shot at a little target like that is darn good practice.
For example the only clear shot is about 1/2 a brick length 107 cm
Now do the maths.
Flight Time 154 mps over 25 meters = .16 seconds
Average Reaction Time = .3 seconds (some online click test thingy)
Lock time = .15 seconds (a known)
Total “gun time” = .61 second.
Snap shooting time.
Yeah! Got it! First shot, double back flip with reverse tuck.
Just behind the ear. Guess the sights are smack on then!
The rifle is OLD, 1989, yet it still shoots perfectly and in this case it was within a ¼ inch (6mm) of the aim point. A while ago I calculated that it has chucked over 30,000 pellets. Sort of makes a mockery of “experts” view that PCP air rifles are unreliable doesn’t it.
This sort of goes back to the article on DST (daylight saving time) and my loathing for an enforced timetable on people’s body clocks.
So do they, carry chronometers? The hedgehogs?
Probably not but you can certainly tell the time with our little “tribe” of wanderers. Come sunset plus 30 minutes, this little family group walk into the garden looking for their free handout and that free handout is dog food or anything scattered by the birds off their tables. I suppose that’s nature for you, working to a clock driven by the sun.
Unless it is absolutely pelting with rain or after the first frosts, they turn up at precisely the same time even when there has been no sun all day!
Funny using the word time when it wasn’t.
Not by the hour, minute and second most live their lives by, I suppose I should say the same part of the day or something like that.
Most people’s life is governed by the watch, the droll box, radio pips, news bulletins, and WORK (Sorry about the swear word) yet as the year progresses the days get shorter, we force ourselves to adapt AGAINST nature by the relentless tick (or is it hum) of the clock.
What is daylight saving (DST)?
It’s a time during which clocks are set one hour ahead of local standard time during summer to provide extra daylight in the evenings.
Northern Hemisphere in the fall the clocks go back, in spring they go forward. (Fall back, Spring Forward) Catchy Eh?
Does it drive you mad like me?
That plays hell with the dog’s body clock let alone mine.
As for the chickens, in summer they REALLY hate me.
The slightest bit of light and they are yelling at the top of their squawks to be let out. On average I get about 3-4 hours, get up to let the birds out, go back to bed for another couple of hours sleep.
Today I’m going to upset a few people.
Thus (and here’s the bit that will get some REALLY mad) when I watch a video where 18 Taliban get slaughtered yet the pilot of the Apache gets wounded by a lucky AK round I find myself thinking:-
“What, them on the ground aren’t allowed to shoot back?”
To me there is little difference between a person defending their home, life, property, religion, and ideology (even though they are scummy Taliban) and the following scenario.