I've just been sent this to peruse.
“All margarines are made from assorted vegetable oils that have been heated to extremely high temperatures. This insures that the oils will become rancid. After that, a nickel catalyst is added, along with hydrogen atoms, to solidify it. Nickel is a toxic heavy metal and amounts always remain in the finished product. Finally, deodorants and colorings are added to remove margarine's horrible smell (from the rancid oils) and unappetizing grey color. And if that is not enough, in the solidification process, harmful trans-fatty acids are created which are carcinogenic and mutagenic.”
Leslie Crowther never performed the Stork SB challenge after reading out this information to unsuspecting housewives in suburban supermarkets, and as such I believe the results should be declared null and void.
Last night Tim took me for a pre-radio show tagine at Souk off the Charing Cross Road, and a cheery North African waiter used any excuse to touch him, be it to acknowledge his order, collect his credit card slip, or indeed have sex. They're clearly trying to remind the clientele of the compliant young boys of Tangier that I read so much about in Jo Orton's Diaries… Tim rounded off with a potent coffee that rendered large portions of the subsequent show rambling and unintelligible, for which I apologise. But not as unintelligible as the mystery voice competition, which no-one correctly guessed, thus leaving us with an exciting rollover situation.
Also enjoyable was our new competition / game “Link Ray” in which you have to link Ray Manzarak of the Doors to any other famous celebrity. I mooted this here a few weeks ago, musing on various real links between musicians and how they might be made; but in the event it became a much more enjoyable Mornington Crescent style affair. e.g. set the challenge of Kire Te Kanawa, you might reply with… “OK… Kire Te Kanawa… Moby… Mama Cass… John Nettles, Helen Of Troy, Nik Kershaw, Ray Manzarak. Easy.”
How about this for a meme:
1. Take someone off your friends list.
2. Slag them off in a friends only post.
3. Add them back again, not realising that they'll now be able to read it.
4. Fall out with them permanently.


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