Archive for November, 2013


The old stuff was good

The old stuff was good

With the move these days towards food additives and poisons like HFCS, sodas have become one of the denizens of modern living and obesity. I cannot name any soda today that is what they used to be.

One of my past favourites was Fanta, but today I wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole.

I have said before that I don’t allow soda in the house, but have instead turned to sparkling mineral water, or tap water.

But I have a favourite drink; homemade fanta. It’s Fanta-Stic.

Freshly squeezed orange juice (two or three oranges), with sparkling mineral water and half a dozen ice cubes. I dilute it 5:1, but you may prefer 2 0r 3:1. If you want to give your kids a healthy alternative to commercial soda, try this one. I have just drunk a litre (almost a quart).

Blogged today, went to town, did some shopping, had far too much at a restaurant, and returned home for a well deserved nap. Highlight of the day, I bought a new trash can for the kitchen, doesn’t that turn your nobs?

If only kids could be as happy with something so simple.


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I have been feeling much better, slowly over the last week since the wamblecroft has departed. I am pleased to report that my bowel movements roughly equal the intake of food as they used to. It was worrying at first, more was going in than departing and I couldn’t figure out where it was going. I mean, it had to go somewhere, didn’t it?

Now I guess you’re wondering… WTF is wamblecroft? Old English term for indigestion, think collywobbles, although collywobbles more refers to fear, fear of being wamblecroft.

Yesterday, one of the things I did at beer o’clock was to wander along to the botequim for a beer. Surprisingly between the opening of the bottle and supping the last drop the weather had gone from sunny to rain. Yes, that quickly. It was sunny when I sat down, and then it began to blow, then cloud over, then spots of rain.

In fact it has just done the same now. Before I started this post it was sunny. I wandered outside and pondered the idea of going for a beer. But feelings of guilt ruled and I thought it better to write my final post of the day, now there is rain dripping off the garage roof. This is fairly typical of Rio de Janeiro in November; the summer rains in the late afternoon.

I see the French still don’t get it, they’re going to fine the clients of the prostitutes rather than the prostitutes. I doesn’t matter who they fine, prostitution will be alive and well until they ban marriage; as long as we have marriage, we’ll have prostitution. Doesn’t anybody think any more? It’s obvious that politicians don’t!

khat03Britain has the same myopic view over khat. KhatCatha edulis is a plant eaten/chewed principally by Yemenis and Somalis. It is addictive and mildly narcotic.

Most of Europe have banned the stuff, and now Britain is looking at making it a Class-C drug.

Haven’t the stupid bastards learned anything from making cannabis illegal. More than eighty years, and there is more cannabis being smoked than ever. By classifying khat as a drug, they’ll only exacerbate the use. Talk about screwing things up…

Another ranty post. Yesterday a comment congratulated me on my ranty posts. Thank you.



I Have a Drinking Problem


My glass is empty, that’s a problem.

It’s the weekend for me already, Last class last night, no classes today. The chances are I’ll have no classes on Monday either. So I aim to make the most of the weekend.

It’s 10:30, I had aimed at making an early start. I have to go into town and get my printer cartridges refilled and get my book, which I managed to finish printing yesterday, bound so I can start the massive job of proofreading.


Hardly the same crowds as US

Interesting thing about Brazil, it’s a copycat country. The USA has Black Friday, so Brazil has to have Black Friday.

Watching TV last night while I enjoyed a BBQ dinner at my favourite restaurant, the ads showed many stores with Black Friday specials.

What a load of bollocks! Most of the special were nothing more than their ordinary prices, some were further discounted, but nothing like the scale of discounts that appear in US stores.

The Brazilian formula seems to work like this; double the price and deduct 70%. The prices compared with US are a joke.

classical musicI read a disturbing post a couple of days ago exhorting the demise of classical music. Basically saying that classical music should disappear, that it wasn’t music any more.

Another load of bollocks!

Much of what I hear today bears no resemblance to music at all; and certainly won’t entertain the masses for 200, 300, 400 years as has classical music. Most of today’s music dies out very quickly, thankfully.

Mortified, during the week I posted a photo of my ‘TV stand’ showing off the latest addition to the hodge podge clutter of various items rescued from the street. One comment pointed out that my reflection could be seen in the TV screen proving once and for all, bloggers blog in their underpants. OMG, how embarrassing.

The Aussies made him clean it up

The Aussies made him clean it up

This burk Bieber, needs to be taken in hand.

Now he has upset the Aussies by pinchando painting graffiti on a hotel wall.

First it was Brazil, then Argentina; this idiot has a problem that is worse than his ‘music’.

I heard that if you play Bieber backwards is sounds Satanic, but what is even worse, if you play it forward it sounds like Bieber- Eeeeew!

It’s now 11am, I really should hobble off and do what I must do.



In as Few Words as Possible

Dont-Follow-MeI woke, I blogged, I read the news, I napped, I made lunch, I printed the remaining pages of my book, I blogged some more, I read the news – again.

Now I am here.

Devoid of inspiration.

I have one class tonight, in an hour.

Logo_Flamengo_4Last night my team, Flamengo won the Brazil Cup in Football – 2-0 at Maracanã Stadium.

Big party at the botequim where I watched the first half.

The second half I enjoyed from the safety of the sofa with cheese and port.

Cloro does not like the celebratory fireworks and watched from under the bed.

More news tomorrow.


Half Fonged

No fluffy butts this morning, but I am having another adventure. I was looking for a larger version of this…


…and I found this…


Oh, I thought, I’ve got hazelnuts, so I grabbed the bottle of Frangelico, added a healthy splash and a half, added some cream… and it’s yummy. Not exactly breakfast coffee, but it’s Humpday, who cares? <——– rhetorical question.


Beats the crap out of Starbucks, and it’s a whole lot cheaper.

Cloro is back on the printer. After yesterday’s episode with the scanner he was wary about assuming his usual perch.

100_1262Back on regular coffee.

That Frangelico coffee really set my head spinning, or is that just inspiration kicking in?

The rain did start again and as I predicted, the moment I went out the door to work. It was pretty half-hearted and I didn’t get wet. This morning was sunny, now it’s cloudy again. The weather forecast is for more rain this afternoon, so I am making an educated guess, that that will be when I go to work.

Christmas is looming large on the calendar. It’s a time of the year I enjoy; not because of its religious connotations, but because it is family time. I don’t really ‘do’ Christmas, apart from a BBQ with ex and tribe.

I don’t believe in presents because I don’t hold with the commercialisation of Christmas, you can have a good Christmas without spending billions. Christmas is not Jesus’ birthday, he was born in August or September, Christmas was moved to coincide with pagan festivals in order to convert them, so it’s all bullshit really, nothing but manipulation of the masses by the church.

Now, I do believe a nap is coming on.


A Little Furry Butt

Lots of rain

Today – Lots of rain

Okay! That’s enough!

Day 1 – Rain: Lovely and cool.

Day 2 – Rain: Refreshing.

Day 3 – Rain: Great for the garden.

Day 4 – Rain: Wetting everything.

Day 5 – Rain: This is getting boring.

Day 6 – Rain: That’s enough already!

Yesterday, I commented how Cloro has learned to turn on the printer. It lead to a comment from Shana, “I hope your printer isn’t a scanner as well…hundreds of copies of Cloro’s butt lol”

Well, you guessed it, it is…


Cloro’s furry little butt

Of course, it was contrived, Cloro hasn’t discovered the scan button yet. He wouldn’t stay still long enough for a full scan, that long purple light rippling along under ones buttocks can be quite unnerving.

i-need-a-prozacI read a post today about a poodle on Prozac. I can’t see the point. It was prescribed by a vet for aggression; it bit the owner once.

I mean poodles are neurotic beasts, but Prozac, give me a break. Just give it coffee, that’s how I survive.

Is this AnimalBigPharma?

Man flowers, ever heard of them?

No, me neither.

Man flowers

Man flowers

But I saw this on Wine Wankers.

Want to see what it’s all about, click on the link.


News Flash!

There is a pause in the rain… It’s too early to say it’s stopped, but at the moment there is no rain!

We return you to our regular programme.

Yes, I know, but guaranteed it’ll start again at 3:30, just as I step outside the door to walk hobble to work.

I am still having breakfast at 12:30. I started breakfast at 8:30 and have been drinking coffee since, so it’s still breakfast time.

I need a nap…

cassetteLeaving you with this thought:

“Young people of today will never know the joy of having a cassette stuck in the car stereo & listening to the same 12 songs for 20 years.”


cokeban99% of the ills of the world would never have arisen if we had remained dendrophilous.

If we had remained in the trees, we would never have had Coca Cola, nor taxes.

Just think… Imagine…

No wars, bonking when the urge comes over us, picking ticks off the wife.

There would be no blogs… HORROR!

What would I do?

Sitting in a tree scratching ones nuts, is hardly a substitute.


He’s a bigger cat now

Cloro has discovered how to turn the printer on. Now that he’s a bigger cat his weight is sufficient to turn the printer on. It’s fun. At first he was stunned by the noise of the printer gearing up, the whirrs, thuds and clicks, but the flashing green lights soon overcame the fear as he batted and pawed at the LCD.

The weather forecast has been right for the last three days, rain. It is right today as well, rain, but not so much as the last three days. Still it makes for comfortable sleeping at night, which can be a hot sweaty affair even without sex.

My plans for Saturday amounted to doing nothing, as predicted, I was successful. I hadn’t finished, so I continued on Sunday.

Here’s something to think about…

You Used To Not Exist

baby-in-a-wombYou used to not exist.

Then you were a baby.

Look at that belly button.

What a funny thing that is.

Soon, you will no longer exist again.

So where will you go?

Well… wait a second…

Where did you start?

Could it be you were always here?

I sincerely don’t see how it cannot.

“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”

Source: The Truth You Always Knew

Wow, that’s deep.


And on Sunday…

Ye shall rest, saith the Lord.

restareathumbSo I did.

Which is why I only have two posts done today You see I wasn’t the only one resting from my labours, the internet was as well. It was God awful slow.

So after washing the dishes and cleaning house, I tried to blog, but the ways of the net were not to be entertained, if fact, it wasn’t remotely entertaining, so I had a nap. It seemed the only sensible thing to do. Cloro helped me nap, he’s such a good boy.

When I woke it was lunchtime, so the next sensible thing to do was make lunch. It was faster than the internet.

I had a little pig.


Clean diced pork & parsley

Now God said that we can eat of the animals and fowl, but not pigs and a few others; they were unclean. But, as I’m not Jewish, I couldn’t see the problem.

I had golden cubes of pork in a parsley cream sauce, boiled potatoes and pumpkin with roast pumpkin seeds. Lunch was so yummy, nom, noms.

There was only formula One on TV, and a load of crap on the other channels, so after lunch I switched it off and read the news. Nothing good there either.

So the only sensible thing to do was return to resting.

I had another nap.

Helped by Cloro, of course. In fact, he’s still helping. He lifted his head briefly as I got up, and flopped back down, the effort exhausted him.

Now before I go off on my tangent, which is rather like a bicycle without a seat; one has to keep on ones toes, or it can be a little uncomfortable. I’ll share with you my secret for spicy roast pumpkin seeds.

spicy roasted pumpkin seedsYou need pumpkin seeds, wash them and let dry.

Make a marinade of olive oil, Tabasco sauce, garlic sauce (or chopped garlic), salt and, today, I had some chopped parsley left over, so in it went. Line a small oven dish with foil, spread the marinated pumpkin seeds in a single layer, and pop into a low pre-heated oven until golden.

Careful, the window between golden and burnt to a crisp is milliseconds. Serve. Can be used with food, or beer.

So, it is now beer o’clock. Time to take some pumpkin seeds to the botequim and watch football with beer. This is also called resting.

I may/may not return to blogging; the net is still resting.



The Real Saturday Post

This is the real post. The Satireday post was just a gag.

But it is never-the-less true, I do spend more time browsing the booze aisle in the supermarket than my brisk perusal of the rest of it for necessities.

marvinI just noticed that the WankerBot from Montreal, Canada has attacked my Nether Region blog with 2,500 +/- hits.

Why does he bother? All it does is stuff up my stats for the month. Get a life!

I managed a trip to the supermarket this morning, apart from a bottle of Martini Rosso, the rest was boring stuff, eating stuff, cleaning stuff.

Today is all about Formula One practice at Interlagos in São Paulo. Not that I’m interested, it’s freakin’ boring.

Luxury-yachtSaw a post this morning on luxury yachts. Honestly, this is criminal. Things like luxury yachts should have a 1,000% tax on them, make these playboy bastards pay for their indiscriminate use of resources.

Anyone with the money to splurge like this should be paying 99% income tax. The whole idea of the super-rich is disgusting. Buy a freakin’ dingy.

vvvWonderful bumper sticker: Veni, vedi, visa – I came, I saw, I did a little shopping!

Then I saw this on google.

I don’t like credit, but the humour doesn’t escape me.

Raining today, rained yesterday, will rain again tomorrow. That’s the weather forecast.

Refreshingly cool, which is a change from the punishing heat during the rest of the week.

Cloro has a new friend. A little black sort of tortoiseshell kitten. One more cat in the neighbourhood to feed. Now I have four who will invade the house to steal Cloro’s food.

As for the rest of the wekend, I have planned nothing. I should be successful.

No, that’s a lie. I need to finish printing a hard copy of my grammar book to proof read.






My favourite place in the supermarket…


I spend more time browsing here, than in the rest of the shop.




After expressing my concerns relating to bowel motions in yesterday’s post, one comment suggested prunes, that well known secret weapon used in hospitals around the world.

Prunes = Weapons of Mass Defecation

The good news is, that I didn’t need to resort to them. All is well and functioning normally.

The cold front arrived last night, rained for an hour at 12:30am, not hard but enough to make the night comfortable.

I can’t help but take issue with the dramatic swings in the global weather. Although typhoons in Asia are normal, that Philippines one was the worst ever recorded. I read yesterday, that the damage was exacerbated by the fact that coastal mangrove swamps that normally offer protection from typhoons had been cut down for firewood, leaving the populace defenceless.

Everything man does, has a backlash. We never learn. Those mangrove swamps were there for a purpose, a purpose designed by Mother Nature.

As the death toll rises above 5,ooo, and I feel sorry for those who died and others left homeless, it is the price paid for previous actions. Had the coastal mangrove swamps been left intact, the death toll and homeless may have been less.

I clicked on a tweeted  image this morning. It was of The Cathedral formation on the Paracas Peninsula in Peru, 260kms south of Lima. This beautiful coastal rock formation was probably the most photographed by tourists, apart from Machu Picchu scenes.

Standing on the high cliffs looking down was an awesome experience.

The Cathedral – image: Wild About Travel

Before seeing this tourists descend to the ‘back door’ and go inside the formation.


Along the beach to the ‘back door’ – image: AV

And are treated to the magnificence of the interior…

Inside The Cathedral - image: AV

Inside The Cathedral – image: AV

Here is an excerpt from a story that I wrote about Peruvian tourism:

We reached the far end of the second beach and the cliff opened, waves could be seen on yet a third beach.


Shoes and socks removed, trousers rolled up and we timed our entrance to match the tidal fluctuations, before stepping into the dark. Wrong… most of us still got wet, nature can be so unpredictable, we were wet to the crotch, women squealed and the men cursed as we stepped into the cave, it opened out to a huge natural cavern. Inside a small shingle beach covered in flotsam, waves crashing, their thunder magnified by the cavernous maw to echo in our ears.


This was “The Cathedral,” quite spectacular.


From the high entrance we were treated to the sunny view of the third beach and towering cliffs. The breakers pounding over a rocky shelf at the entrance to send up temendous fountains a of spray and massive clouds of mist hung in the air.


The swell of the tide gave us an insight into the immense power, that she is able to move such great quantities of water. The bloated carcase of a sealion rose and fell with her undulations like a great lifeless ballon. Bouncing off the rocks, being dragged away by the ebb only to be thrust again at nature’s whim cruelly against the rocks.


I was left wandering what would become of this hapless creature, this vision of nature’s uglier side as I picture, somewhat morbidly, the putrefying remains of the animal and the stench that would be offered to future tourists inside our cavern.


I shuddered at the thought and found myself at the entrance and followed the rest of the group into the bright, almost blinding sunlight after the dimness of the cavern. I left the morbid thoughts in the cathedral, trudged back along the beach, over the promontory, up the steep track to the cliff top, into the van and along the bumpy road.

So there you have it, the thoughts of a tourist guide.

I visited The Cathedral many times with tourists, so it is with a fondness that I remember it; until this morning.

I didn’t know, but the earthquake in the region destroyed towns like Chincha, Pisco and Playa El Chaco in 2007, it also destroyed The Cathedral.

Destroyed, the awesome cavern, gone - image: flickr

Destroyed, the awesome cavern, gone – image: flickr

No more will tourists be able to gaze in awe inside The Cathedral.

My fondness for this region comes not only from my work, but later I lived in Playa El Chaco and worked in Pisco.

Sadness determines that I say, Later.

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