kids, just say no
Please note: today's post has been written under the influence of cold tablets and slight sleep deprivation. Apologies in advance for the lack of coherence, seemingly random sentences, and if I become delirious and this post suddenly turns into a recipe for guacamole.
Thank you SO much Auntie Beeb for ruining tonight's final episode of American Idol. I realise that it aired on Wednesday night in North America, but we don't get it here until tonight. Spoilers: they're not just for cars, you know.
The American Idol Incident (or AII, as I shall now refer to it) reminds me of my mother's habit of forgetting that we are usually 6 months to a year behind for most American television programmes. When they were here visiting a month ago, an ad for Nip/Tuck came on, showing a scene with the evil and fabulous "life coach" Famke Janssen. My mother says ***spoiler alert - don't hover your mouse here if you still haven't watched the season finale and it's still sitting on your Sky+ box***. The final episode didn't air here until last weekend. Imagine everything suddenly moving in slow motion and me going "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" She did feel bad about that, bless her.
The Cambridge Beer Festival ends tomorrow, and we're supposed to go and meet our mates for the afternoon. I'm not big on beer (I can hear Jim gasp in horror from here), but I love sampling one or two real ales and stuffing my face with local cheese. I have a cold, so I may not be able to go. This sucks. Hugely.
Peel and mash 3-4 ripe avocados, add one crushed clove of garlic, one chopped tomato, the juice of one lime, a handful of chopped fresh coriander, a few drops of Tabasco sauce or finely diced fresh red chillis, and season to taste. Ooops. Sorry.