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terryfrost at 08:03pm on 10/05/2008
terryfrost at 08:03pm on 10/05/2008Headed over to the Outlaws to take Mother In Law (Cranky Annie) out to lunch. Sal has been unwell because of some medication she's taking, so I let her and Annette drive over to Knox from Chez Outlaws while I walked over, promising to meet them for lunch. A brisk couple of kilometres of walking was what I needed to clear out the cobwebs between gym visits. I'd spent a large chunk of yesterday in the car driving around, so I needed to be vertical for a while.
Of course the shopping centre was choc-a-block with people buying last minute Mother's Day presents (interesting how many mothers want a Nintendo Wii), so I cruised the usual places (Toys-R-Us - which has some cool Iron Man toys, JB Hi-Fi where the DVDs seem between the times when they have really cool good new disks for sale and EB Games which is a constantly delightful Aladdin's cave of things I want but can't afford and don't have time to play with anyway.)
(Digressive note: Top Gear is road testing a Ford Mondeo - the car Sal and I had to tool around the UK from Penzance to Fort William and Inverness in during spring 2004. I love cars that have a little light to tell you when it's going to snow).
I met up with Sal and Annette at Borders - from whence we hied our arses to Hog's Breath Cafe for lunch. My lamb shanks were sub par, not reheated properly and inundated with a hickory-barbecue sauce which for some reason also came with a side-ramekin of diane sauce. It takes real skill to fuck up good peasant grub like lamb shanks. Fortunately the two espressos I had were if not superb, then adequate. We chatted about molecular gastronomy and Annette said she'd have a go at a degustation menu as long as she didn't take her husband Peter with her, because him bitching about the food would be off-putting.
After that, we went back to EB games so that I could pick up a copy of Portal which was on sale at a price I could afford. I may not have the time to play every game I want, I will make time for this one.
When we decided to go back to Chez Outlaw, things went weird. Went out to the car park to find it gridlocked. A combination of M-Day shopping, closed roads and ten thousand dickheads attached to internal combustion engines housed within unneccesarily large SUVs meant that we walked back in to the shops to sit on a bench and wait for things to get less crazy. An hour later, they hadn't got less loopy, so the plan came to pass that Sal and Annette would walk back while I sat in the car and played the radio while pretending I was going somewhere. Fortunately, after only a couple of hours of ratiocination, the people running Knox decided to get some security guys out to help direct traffic. I got out in time to see two forlorn figures walking back to Chez Outlaw, so like a nice guy I pulled up, only to have Sal say "We called Peter and he's picking us up", so I drove off, waved to Peter who was coming the other way down the highway and waited for them back at the house. Knox is a bad place full of good things.
Of course the shopping centre was choc-a-block with people buying last minute Mother's Day presents (interesting how many mothers want a Nintendo Wii), so I cruised the usual places (Toys-R-Us - which has some cool Iron Man toys, JB Hi-Fi where the DVDs seem between the times when they have really cool good new disks for sale and EB Games which is a constantly delightful Aladdin's cave of things I want but can't afford and don't have time to play with anyway.)
(Digressive note: Top Gear is road testing a Ford Mondeo - the car Sal and I had to tool around the UK from Penzance to Fort William and Inverness in during spring 2004. I love cars that have a little light to tell you when it's going to snow).
I met up with Sal and Annette at Borders - from whence we hied our arses to Hog's Breath Cafe for lunch. My lamb shanks were sub par, not reheated properly and inundated with a hickory-barbecue sauce which for some reason also came with a side-ramekin of diane sauce. It takes real skill to fuck up good peasant grub like lamb shanks. Fortunately the two espressos I had were if not superb, then adequate. We chatted about molecular gastronomy and Annette said she'd have a go at a degustation menu as long as she didn't take her husband Peter with her, because him bitching about the food would be off-putting.
After that, we went back to EB games so that I could pick up a copy of Portal which was on sale at a price I could afford. I may not have the time to play every game I want, I will make time for this one.
When we decided to go back to Chez Outlaw, things went weird. Went out to the car park to find it gridlocked. A combination of M-Day shopping, closed roads and ten thousand dickheads attached to internal combustion engines housed within unneccesarily large SUVs meant that we walked back in to the shops to sit on a bench and wait for things to get less crazy. An hour later, they hadn't got less loopy, so the plan came to pass that Sal and Annette would walk back while I sat in the car and played the radio while pretending I was going somewhere. Fortunately, after only a couple of hours of ratiocination, the people running Knox decided to get some security guys out to help direct traffic. I got out in time to see two forlorn figures walking back to Chez Outlaw, so like a nice guy I pulled up, only to have Sal say "We called Peter and he's picking us up", so I drove off, waved to Peter who was coming the other way down the highway and waited for them back at the house. Knox is a bad place full of good things.
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