In an annoying recent development, The Onion have decided to start charging non-US visitors to their website. You can read 5 stories in any 30 day period, and after that you have to pay them about $3 a month.
They can poke right off.
Yeah, you heard me, Onion.
I shall get my top-notch news information via The Daily Mash from now on instead.
Other news: Went to Salisbury yesterday to meet bestest mate for lunch. All very pleasant. My, aren't there a lot of tourists about, though? I'd forgotten that about Salisbury. Mr WithaY and I tend to pop in early-ish on a Saturday and be on our way home by the time most of the tour buses are arriving in town.
I might re-think my plan to go to Bath one day next week. Or at least, make sure I get there early if I do go.
Showing posts with label Salisbury has an excellent butcher shop in Fish Row. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salisbury has an excellent butcher shop in Fish Row. Show all posts
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Monday, 3 November 2008
Mmmmmmmmmpork
Had a very pleasant weekend, with a mate visiting for a few days. So we did a lot of touristy stuff, including having afternoon tea at the Red Lion in Salisbury. Well, it was pissing down with rain, and we were hungry.
We also bought our own weight in pork products from the butcher in Fish Row, which I cooked over the next couple of days, culminating in a traditional Sunday roast. It was all very civilised.
Today I have mostly been doing domestic stuff and eating leftover roast pork.
Back to work tomorrow, which I am looking forward to. Especially as I am staying at Middle Sis' house, which will be great.
And Mr WithaY comes home next weekend, all being well. Yay.
So. Not much news. Sorry.
We also bought our own weight in pork products from the butcher in Fish Row, which I cooked over the next couple of days, culminating in a traditional Sunday roast. It was all very civilised.
Today I have mostly been doing domestic stuff and eating leftover roast pork.
Back to work tomorrow, which I am looking forward to. Especially as I am staying at Middle Sis' house, which will be great.
And Mr WithaY comes home next weekend, all being well. Yay.
So. Not much news. Sorry.
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Whiskers on kettles
...or something.
I have nicked this from Belgian Waffle because I feel crap and want to think about nice stuff to cheer myself up.
So. Favourite things....
Clothes shop: Used to be Long Tall Sally (due to my freakish height) but I have discovered several other shops that cater to ladies of a certain stature. And therefore the winner of this category is (fanfare) Monsoon. The clothes are usually pretty, but the reason they get my vote is this. I went on a clothes shopping trip to Salisbury a while back to get some confidence-building workwear for my scary new job. I went into Monsoon and looked sadly at the rails, thinking everything would be too short/too small/tou young for me, like I do in clothes shops.
An elegant and charming assistant came up and asked me if I wanted any help. I muttered "Nurrrr...sarrite, kthnxbai" at her and continued dejectedly looking at stuff. Eventually, I picked up a pretty black top, which I thought might be ok, and went and draped scarves over it to see if I could make myself look stylish*.
She came back and said "Are you trying to find something to match that top, madam?" I said I was, so she asked me what I was looking for. I (bravely, I thought) then told her about the impending new job, lack of funky clothes, and fear of ridicule from the chic city types when I wandered through London in my trousers held up with baler twine.
She asked me what kind of clothes I was planning to wear, so I showed her my smart work trousers (I was wearing them at the time, handily), and said I usually wore black. She looked at me appraisingly, looked at the top I had in my hand, then scooted round the shop picking up a variety of tops in all kinds of colours. She put them in the changing room, told me to go and try them, and handed me a few scarves to accessorise with. It was great. I ended up buying a load of great stuff, all of which looks really nice, and felt like a new woman. When I left, she and her colleague both wished me good luck with the new job and told me I'd be fine. So. Monsoon.
Furniture Shop: Multiyork. They make magnificent sofas.
Sweet: Depends. I like Montezuma's chocolate very much but not sure if this qualifies, really. So, favourite sweet, of the sort that you can get at a petrol station, I'd say was Toblerone.
Music: Love love love AC/DC. I go through phases, and at the moment it's Tom Petty. Because I am trying hard to learn a load of his songs, I am paying a lot more attention to how he puts stuff together. It's all in the timing. And I adore his voice.
TV Series: Futurama. Bender is my hero. But am enjoying watching Scrubs which I hadn't seen before.
Film: The film I will cheerfully watch on any given rainy Sunday afternoon...hm....probably the Emma Thompson version of Sense and Sensibility. Alan Rickman. Actually, love him in Galaxy Quest too.
Workout: When I actually get my lardy arse to the gym, I like using a cross trainer. I can waddle along for ages (listening to AC/DC on my iPod) and it doesn't feel like hell on toast, even though my legs are all wobbly when I stop.
Pastries: How European. Do pies count? And sausage rolls? If so, my home-made Christmas sausage rolls are in the top 3. Otherwise it's lardy cake, closely followed by the chocolate twist thingies they sell in the coffee shop** in Fish Row in Salisbury.
Coffee: I seldom drink coffee, not having much of a taste for it. I do like Lady Grey tea though, if that helps.
There. Now you know exactly how dull I really am. Enjoy.
*No, I can't.
**Might be Costa Coffee, not sure about that.
I have nicked this from Belgian Waffle because I feel crap and want to think about nice stuff to cheer myself up.
So. Favourite things....
Clothes shop: Used to be Long Tall Sally (due to my freakish height) but I have discovered several other shops that cater to ladies of a certain stature. And therefore the winner of this category is (fanfare) Monsoon. The clothes are usually pretty, but the reason they get my vote is this. I went on a clothes shopping trip to Salisbury a while back to get some confidence-building workwear for my scary new job. I went into Monsoon and looked sadly at the rails, thinking everything would be too short/too small/tou young for me, like I do in clothes shops.
An elegant and charming assistant came up and asked me if I wanted any help. I muttered "Nurrrr...sarrite, kthnxbai" at her and continued dejectedly looking at stuff. Eventually, I picked up a pretty black top, which I thought might be ok, and went and draped scarves over it to see if I could make myself look stylish*.
She came back and said "Are you trying to find something to match that top, madam?" I said I was, so she asked me what I was looking for. I (bravely, I thought) then told her about the impending new job, lack of funky clothes, and fear of ridicule from the chic city types when I wandered through London in my trousers held up with baler twine.
She asked me what kind of clothes I was planning to wear, so I showed her my smart work trousers (I was wearing them at the time, handily), and said I usually wore black. She looked at me appraisingly, looked at the top I had in my hand, then scooted round the shop picking up a variety of tops in all kinds of colours. She put them in the changing room, told me to go and try them, and handed me a few scarves to accessorise with. It was great. I ended up buying a load of great stuff, all of which looks really nice, and felt like a new woman. When I left, she and her colleague both wished me good luck with the new job and told me I'd be fine. So. Monsoon.
Furniture Shop: Multiyork. They make magnificent sofas.
Sweet: Depends. I like Montezuma's chocolate very much but not sure if this qualifies, really. So, favourite sweet, of the sort that you can get at a petrol station, I'd say was Toblerone.
Music: Love love love AC/DC. I go through phases, and at the moment it's Tom Petty. Because I am trying hard to learn a load of his songs, I am paying a lot more attention to how he puts stuff together. It's all in the timing. And I adore his voice.
TV Series: Futurama. Bender is my hero. But am enjoying watching Scrubs which I hadn't seen before.
Film: The film I will cheerfully watch on any given rainy Sunday afternoon...hm....probably the Emma Thompson version of Sense and Sensibility. Alan Rickman. Actually, love him in Galaxy Quest too.
Workout: When I actually get my lardy arse to the gym, I like using a cross trainer. I can waddle along for ages (listening to AC/DC on my iPod) and it doesn't feel like hell on toast, even though my legs are all wobbly when I stop.
Pastries: How European. Do pies count? And sausage rolls? If so, my home-made Christmas sausage rolls are in the top 3. Otherwise it's lardy cake, closely followed by the chocolate twist thingies they sell in the coffee shop** in Fish Row in Salisbury.
Coffee: I seldom drink coffee, not having much of a taste for it. I do like Lady Grey tea though, if that helps.
There. Now you know exactly how dull I really am. Enjoy.
*No, I can't.
**Might be Costa Coffee, not sure about that.
Sunday, 23 March 2008
Snow
Yes indeed.
It's been snowing like you wouldn't believe, here. Not for very long, and not so that it stuck, but still. Impressive blizzard thing going on this morning as we sat devouring our Easter boiled eggs and bagels. Mmmm. Bagels.
Had Middle Sis and her family here for a few days, which was very pleasant. We went into Salisbury yesterday to get a bit of shopping; the children had pocket money burning holes in their pockets, and Bro-in-Law was on a quest for new shoes. I was after some iron cleaner, Middle Sis needed ant traps.
If you had told us when we were 18-year-old rock goddesses that we would get mildly excited about going to Lakeland to buy ant traps and iron cleaner, we would have mocked and derided you. Or possibly shot ourselves.
Strange how things turn out.
Middle Sis amused herself whilst in Lakeland by giving her children various hilarious items to "give to Auntie Lucy", including large jars of Wrinkle Remover. Ha bloody ha.
It was bloody freezing walking round town, so we all scooted into a very nice pizza place* for lunch, then fled back to the car, stopping to stock up on lovely greetings cards and Faberge stylee eggs at the Museum Shop, which I had never been into before.
One of the nice things about not living in town any more is that there are always new shops to look at, especially as I only get into Salibury about once every 6 weeks these days.
We made a rather fab (though I say so myself) Indian meal for supper last night. Tandoori chicken, a great beef curry, samosas, onion bhajis, naan bread, rice and all kinds of pickles. And, a first for me, an Indian baked yoghurt pudding, which worked really well and which I will be making again.
Then we all settled in front of the fire and watched Stardust on DVD, which was lovely. Most relaxing.
Bro-in-Law and Mr WithaY dragged the chidren out of the cosy warm house at knifepoint this morning for a brisk** walk around Heaven's Gate. They came back bitterly disappointed that they hadn't seen any rhinos. There were camels and "cows with very long horns" but I could tell it wasn't really the same.
One huge roast chicken lunch later, they headed back to London. The house feels really big and really, really quiet now.
Excellent.
*Prezzo, where Beech's bookshop used to be.
**They were told they'd enjoy it when they got there. Heh.
It's been snowing like you wouldn't believe, here. Not for very long, and not so that it stuck, but still. Impressive blizzard thing going on this morning as we sat devouring our Easter boiled eggs and bagels. Mmmm. Bagels.
Had Middle Sis and her family here for a few days, which was very pleasant. We went into Salisbury yesterday to get a bit of shopping; the children had pocket money burning holes in their pockets, and Bro-in-Law was on a quest for new shoes. I was after some iron cleaner, Middle Sis needed ant traps.
If you had told us when we were 18-year-old rock goddesses that we would get mildly excited about going to Lakeland to buy ant traps and iron cleaner, we would have mocked and derided you. Or possibly shot ourselves.
Strange how things turn out.
Middle Sis amused herself whilst in Lakeland by giving her children various hilarious items to "give to Auntie Lucy", including large jars of Wrinkle Remover. Ha bloody ha.
It was bloody freezing walking round town, so we all scooted into a very nice pizza place* for lunch, then fled back to the car, stopping to stock up on lovely greetings cards and Faberge stylee eggs at the Museum Shop, which I had never been into before.
One of the nice things about not living in town any more is that there are always new shops to look at, especially as I only get into Salibury about once every 6 weeks these days.
We made a rather fab (though I say so myself) Indian meal for supper last night. Tandoori chicken, a great beef curry, samosas, onion bhajis, naan bread, rice and all kinds of pickles. And, a first for me, an Indian baked yoghurt pudding, which worked really well and which I will be making again.
Then we all settled in front of the fire and watched Stardust on DVD, which was lovely. Most relaxing.
Bro-in-Law and Mr WithaY dragged the chidren out of the cosy warm house at knifepoint this morning for a brisk** walk around Heaven's Gate. They came back bitterly disappointed that they hadn't seen any rhinos. There were camels and "cows with very long horns" but I could tell it wasn't really the same.
One huge roast chicken lunch later, they headed back to London. The house feels really big and really, really quiet now.
Excellent.
*Prezzo, where Beech's bookshop used to be.
**They were told they'd enjoy it when they got there. Heh.
Monday, 25 February 2008
Rhinos
Not the spearmint kind. Real ones.
Have had a mate staying for the weekend so have been out and about the place, showing him the sights* and eating vast amounts of lovely food. Hence my lack of posting and general on-line activity for a few days.
In case you were worried.
Yesterday we went for a stroll to Heaven's Gate, a local beauty spot** but as it was a misty day the view was disappointing, so we walked down the path through the trees and had a gawp into Longleat. We saw:
Camels
Giraffes
Pere David deer
A variety of other(unidentified)deer
Rhinos
A raven
Robins
Oh, and I heard a woodpecker
Two of the rhinos were fighting, which was quite exciting, especially as there was a car broken down in their enclosure. Sadly there were no YouTube moments for us to capture on camera, but it was worth watching just in case.
I bought a load of new guitar strings in the music shop as I managed to break two last week. I tend to break the heavy strings too, not the thin ones which is odd. Maybe I should stop wanging them quite so hard.
Other news: Made scones. Which were damn fine.
*Salisbury cinema, mostly
**and dogging site, allegedly
Have had a mate staying for the weekend so have been out and about the place, showing him the sights* and eating vast amounts of lovely food. Hence my lack of posting and general on-line activity for a few days.
In case you were worried.
Yesterday we went for a stroll to Heaven's Gate, a local beauty spot** but as it was a misty day the view was disappointing, so we walked down the path through the trees and had a gawp into Longleat. We saw:
Camels
Giraffes
Pere David deer
A variety of other(unidentified)deer
Rhinos
A raven
Robins
Oh, and I heard a woodpecker
Two of the rhinos were fighting, which was quite exciting, especially as there was a car broken down in their enclosure. Sadly there were no YouTube moments for us to capture on camera, but it was worth watching just in case.
I bought a load of new guitar strings in the music shop as I managed to break two last week. I tend to break the heavy strings too, not the thin ones which is odd. Maybe I should stop wanging them quite so hard.
Other news: Made scones. Which were damn fine.
*Salisbury cinema, mostly
**and dogging site, allegedly
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Awwww
Been to see Stardust today. It bears an intermittent and passing resemblance to the book, but it's lovely nonetheless. Robert de Niro* was entertaining, especially.
And at the end, the whole cinema went "Awwww" which was nice.
Spent a happy hour or so in Salisbury, buying a variety of exotic stuff** for the weekend. Am getting very excited about our friends turning up tomorrow.
Also found a few bits and bobs for the downstairs loo. It looks great. Kevin the Decorator deserves some kind of medal for services to the incompetent people of West Wiltshire. The whole downstairs feels different now. Cleaner for a start.
I found stuff in there in various boxes that I think we moved house with, almost 6 years ago. And if we haven't needed it in 6 years, I think we can live without it now. Mr WithaY feels differently, however. So we have a big box of stuff in the garage to be sorted out at a later date "in case we need it".
One thing made me laugh while I was in the butcher's in Salisbury. There were two or three young chaps serving at the front of the shop, chopping up meat, making sausages, selling chicken etc, and an older one out the back, doing something mysterious with a cleaver or meat hammer or something.
There was a loud "whack" noise, and an anguished cry of "Ow fucking hell!"
After a few minutes of frantic whispering, he stuck his head round the partition and apologised to me for his language. I said it was no problem.
"I'm very sorry" he said. "But it really, really hurt". I could hear one of the younger lads in the background: "Cor, it's really swelling up now..."
I wonder what he'd hit.
* Like an idiot I had put Al Pacino....thank goodness Mr WIthaY pointed it out before you noticed. Oh bollocks.
**Food, mostly
And at the end, the whole cinema went "Awwww" which was nice.
Spent a happy hour or so in Salisbury, buying a variety of exotic stuff** for the weekend. Am getting very excited about our friends turning up tomorrow.
Also found a few bits and bobs for the downstairs loo. It looks great. Kevin the Decorator deserves some kind of medal for services to the incompetent people of West Wiltshire. The whole downstairs feels different now. Cleaner for a start.
I found stuff in there in various boxes that I think we moved house with, almost 6 years ago. And if we haven't needed it in 6 years, I think we can live without it now. Mr WithaY feels differently, however. So we have a big box of stuff in the garage to be sorted out at a later date "in case we need it".
One thing made me laugh while I was in the butcher's in Salisbury. There were two or three young chaps serving at the front of the shop, chopping up meat, making sausages, selling chicken etc, and an older one out the back, doing something mysterious with a cleaver or meat hammer or something.
There was a loud "whack" noise, and an anguished cry of "Ow fucking hell!"
After a few minutes of frantic whispering, he stuck his head round the partition and apologised to me for his language. I said it was no problem.
"I'm very sorry" he said. "But it really, really hurt". I could hear one of the younger lads in the background: "Cor, it's really swelling up now..."
I wonder what he'd hit.
* Like an idiot I had put Al Pacino....thank goodness Mr WIthaY pointed it out before you noticed. Oh bollocks.
**Food, mostly
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