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|>>|| No. 433800
I put them in the oven normally. Because that way, they contain far less fat than when you deep fry them.
>You'll typically find that preparing and cooking your own food is considered a middle class activity
Yes, and no. While paupers often don't have even the most basic knowledge about food and how to prepare it, I think that knowledge is eroding in the middle class, because people just haven't got time these days, and why go through the trouble of preparing your own food when you can get it ready made.
Friends of mine are the epitome of middle class, with all the insignia that go with it, but the woman can't cook for toffee. One time I was there for a dinner party, the steaks were pretty much scorched on the outside and bone dry on the inside. The vegetables were clearly from a frozen bag, a fact which I really had to contain myself not to address.
It really doesn't take a lot of advanced cooking skill to fry a steak so that it's done but still juicy, and it doesn't kill you to buy a bag of fresh green beans and carrots and chuck them in a pot and boil them for 15 to 20 minutes.
|>>|| No. 433801
Also, is that man at the back having a crafty wank at the sight of Nige and chips? That's how important fried chips are to the backbone of this nation.
|>>|| No. 433803
>One time I was there for a dinner party
This is the second time you've told us about this dinner party, it really made an impression on you.
|>>|| No. 433808
I'm not too sure about this whole class thing. Take country folk for example - you've got the hole-in-shoe tramping from village to village types, then the supposed middle class types such as saville. They're both likely to have had a cow pat under their boot - the only difference is whether they call it shit or manure.
A friend of mine is an alcoholic, semi-racist and homophobic working class person yet can cook a steak to perfection. They even do mucels and other seafoods well.
|>>|| No. 433809
State of that, eating chips with a fork like a soft southern poof. Also, where's the fucking gravy?
|>>|| No. 433812
>A friend of mine is an alcoholic, semi-racist and homophobic working class person yet can cook a steak to perfection.
It happens. I dated a
chav working class lass once for a few months, and she tried to impress me one time with duck à l'orange. It was absolutely delicious, with the duck roasted to perfection and the sauce/gravy equally amazing.
She did tell me she got the recipe out of some sort of women's magazine, but naturally a good recipe is no guarantee that your dish that night will turn out well. To me at least, it took a minimum of cooking talent to end up with what she actually served me.
|>>|| No. 433863
Got my Scottish Widows annual life insurance status report in the post today. Current asset value, i.e. the amount they would pay me out if I wanted to liquidate today, is at £19,213.
Good to know that there's a plan B if I ever become proper skint.
|>>|| No. 433864
Nice one mate :)
I got in on the Nationwide Help to Buy before expiration in November, I've got the first 1200 almost ready and it's mental knowing I'll soon have this all saved away...28 though, so I'm about a decade or more behind the sensible folk.
|>>|| No. 433865
My savings just ticked over 200k at the weekend.
Then on Monday a close friend got run over and died instantly. Could easily have been me. Should have been. I have way less to live for. He was a great guy with a family and so much good stuff to look forward to, but now he is dead because some dumb girl didn’t look where she was going. There is no justice.
|>>|| No. 433871
That's not even two months' outgoings for me. I really hope all this dosh I'm throwing at my kid's education is going to land the cunt a decent job because at this rate I'll drop dead on my morning commute some day.
No will. Most everything over the first fifty grand is in a fund that matures when the lad hits 25. I should probably get on something that makes sure his schooling and that gets paid if I do get hit by train or my own ever-hardening arteries before then.
|>>|| No. 433872
It always shocks me how much I've managed to save despite being out of my head on drugs for a good portion of my most lucrative years. I don't have a will or anything either, I don't have kids and I'm not planning on ever having any, so I don't really know where to direct my estate when I eventually get myself killed. I suppose I'd want my mam to get everything if I died suddenly, but she would anyway as my next of kin. After that, who knows. Maybe I'll leave it all to britfa.gs - how much money would it take upon my death for you to do the snowflake code but with little pictures of my face instead of snow, purps?
Honestly I had always planned on just blowing all my money before I croaked, but it's getting to the point in both my tastes and my investments that I just won't be able to. I used to see myself retiring early and buying a barn and filling it with classic car projects, but that seems slightly irresponsible and selfish the older I get, and as much as I love working on cars and bikes, I think working on more than one or two at a time would just become a job I didn't get paid for.
Charity would be the obvious choice but I haven't yet grown out of being a sociopath, so that likely won't happen either.
|>>|| No. 433880
I'm sorry for your loss mate. It's obviously hitting you hard. When someone with so much potential or spirit is taken from us it can be a harsh reminder of how fragile and fleeting life can be, but that's reality for every single one of us. We just have to try and live life to the fullest - you could do so in memory of him.
|>>|| No. 433882
I've always just naturally assumed the point if wealth is that you can give up working and instead pursue leisure, as soon as is possible. I don't really trust people who are millionaires in their 30s and haven't decided to just fuck it all off. It has to be a sign of psychopathy.
There's kids to provide for etc etc and that can give you an incentive to keep working, but honestly I think some people just simply don't know how to stop. They don't know how to relax. Really, I pity them. All the money in the world will never make you happy, that way.
|>>|| No. 433883
Once my business started to sustain itself, I left the industry entirely and tried to do exactly as you describe. It took about six months to realise I was still interfering with the people I had hired to do a better job than I ever could, and it took about a further year before I started looking for another job in a new industry.
I've always had a lot of hobbies, have always had ways to keep me occupied, but for me, having all day every day without a goal other than to please myself, I started feeling like I was going a bit mad. If I wasn't doing something productive, like building a car or DIY'ing the house, I felt a bit listless. I wasn't doing this stuff all the time every day, but having 'work' on the back burner at least was the only way I felt comfortable. I suppose I am a workaholic, I just really quite like learning new things and improving my skills, and it just feels more obvious to do that for money, even if I don't really need it. I don't even particularly like the idea of working for some international corporation to make them exponentially more money than they'll ever give me, in fact I hate that too, but what I like is doing something 'real' while gaining skills and experience in what I consider to be an interesting industry. I could learn stuff at home or not at a workplace, but I also enjoy working alongside others and, ultimately, doing a good job of something.
Perhaps my time would me more wisely spent learning to do something for myself; I have always wanted to learn to fly a plane - but every time I think about that, I can't help but imagine the obvious endgoal there being to become a commercial pilot, despite not needing to or really wanting to. I just can't consolidate doing something so expensive for the hell of it, despite being lucky enough to be able to.
I suppose I'm a bit of a hypocrite as I'd be the first to encourage others to get out of the rat race too.
|>>|| No. 433886
I was naive enough to think a cheese and onion slice had cured my cold, but it was not to be.
And do any of you richlads need a man servent or something? I'm good with numbers and I sound smart enough to where people think I read books.
|>>|| No. 433887
Irish parliament is hilarious, it's like listening to a drunken cunt-off between some old blokes in a village pub.
|>>|| No. 433889
That's most unparliamentary language x5.
That's fantastic, that's fucking fantastic. Not good, but fantastic.
|>>|| No. 433894
I think if I tied them all together, I'd have enough ethernet cables to go from my house to the Moon.
|>>|| No. 433897
Deputies Shortall and Costello really not happy with that performance if the Speaker is anything to go by. Also, the Speaker has a fucking bell.
Some of the inevitable remixes were okay:
|>>|| No. 433900
In case anyone missed it, the tune they're using here is from an IRA rebel song about fighting the royal constabulary.
|>>|| No. 433901
The Pythons haven't done anything funny in about 30 years. They had their time and their passing, while sad, is not devastating to the comedy world.
|>>|| No. 433902
Frankly when it comes to my appreciation of Jones, and likewise Palin, Python has the least to do with it. But I suppose if the individual I admired and enjoyed wasn’t a “devastating” loss to contemporary comedy then I don’t need to feel anything after all. Good logic there, robolad 3000.
|>>|| No. 433903
Try not to take it so personally lad, I'm not trying to invalidate your grief. I'm just sharing my thoughts, in the same way others are sharing theirs that it is "gutting" and "awful" in a way I'm not really experiencing.
If it's needed, apparently, you have my official blessing to feel whatever the fuck you like about Terry Jones.
|>>|| No. 433905
Agreed. They will all go sooner or later, just in the same way that Charlie Chaplin or the Marx Brothers or Ronnie Corbett are no longer with us, and the world has moved on.
Personally, I'd be sad if either Mitchell or Webb were to go anytime soon. To me they're still two of the best contemporary comedians.
|>>|| No. 433919
How much should I spend on a new microwave? I mean, all it needs to do is quickly heat up food. What's so fancy pants about microwaves that cost over £100?
|>>|| No. 433923
I have a marginally posh combi microwave with grill and oven modes. It's really quite handy, especially if you're usually cooking for one or two. It's cheaper and faster than using a full-size oven or grill, especially if you use the combination settings. It also has a flat glass floor rather than a turntable, so it's piss easy to clean if something boils over.
|>>|| No. 433925
I thought the point of a spinning floor was to get an even cook. How does yours hold up?
|>>|| No. 433929
I've just seen an actual goth outside. An actual goth. Leather trench coat down to his boots and everything. Can't remember the last time I saw a goth before this.
|>>|| No. 433933
It uses some sort of clever chaos technology, apparently. I occasionally get a cold spot and have to shift the dish halfway through cooking, but I had the same problem on my old microwave which had a turntable.
|>>|| No. 433949
> in a Tesco Express, using the Costa Coffee machine
I guess a little bit of conformism is just fine.
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