For some reason the English just can't go half-way when it comes to the size of event tickets. It has literally taken me this long to fully realize this, but they are literally all just unnaturally large. By now I have been to my fair share of concerts, sporting events and West End shows, and they all share one thing: GIANT TICKETS. You know how when you get tickets from, like, Ticketmaster and they are that skinny rectangle shape that you can easily put in your wallet? Basically all tickets you buy to things come in wallet-friendly sizes. This is not true in the land of the giant ticket.
Last night I went to see Phantom of the Opera, and happen to still have my ticket on me. I would say this ticket is very typical of the other tickets I've seen around these parts, although some are a bit more square. Anyways, it measures 5 5/8 inches by 3 1/4 inches, and this is after the end bit was ripped off when I went in so say it started out around 7 inches wide. Why must they be so big? Why? I am tossing out the 'so they're easier to keep track of' argument simply because they are too big to be put into a wallet, meaning you have to let them ride free-style in your bag, mixed in with your gum, keys, umbrella, kleenex and all that other stuff. They are also too big to really put in your pocket, if you had them in your back pocket you might as well have a sign that says 'take me, I'm easily grabbable' on them.
And the English seem really concerned with the environment, with all this carbon footprint let's ride our bikes stuff, but then they make tickets the size of small F-150s. There are like 30 major plays alone in London every night, not to mention concerts and other ticketed events, meaning thousands and thousands of tickets must be printed. Like a hundred trees must be sacrificed, at least, just to produce tickets to London events every day. Now, if they made the tickets normal size that would be like 50 trees a day saved.
I might also add that these tickets do not include any additional information to what is found on a normal size ticket. Sometimes there are pretty little backdrops, but these don't really add much to the experience from my point of view. If anything the smaller ticket would add to my enjoyment because I wouldn't have to go to so much trouble to find a place to put this giant ticket after entering the venue and could just stuff it in my pocket.
If you are ever in town and don't believe me, I shall show you my giant ticket collection. But only if space allows.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Waitangi Day, the countryside, and sports
So this is really three small blogs in one! Ooooh....
Saturday was Waitangi Day (or however it's spelled), which is New Zealand's national holiday. The London sub-set of Kiwis celebrate this revered national holiday by embarking on a Circle Line pub crawl. So if you were lucky enough to be on a circle line train between 10am (they start early) and 4pm last Saturday you were joined by way too many really loud drunken kiwis. The tour apparently ended at Westminster for some haka. Whatever the heck that is. Now on Saturday I was on a District Line train going to Victoria around 2pm, and 4 of the stops along the route are shared with the circle line, and we got delayed for some time at South Kensington with the doors open. Luckily as it was a district line train it was against the rules for the kiwis to board, but there were masses of them hanging out at that station, chewing the fat and putting back a few, some dressed up a bit, and quite a few talking loudly in their funny accents. So prevalent was this bunch that a) these stations were lined with cops and b) you could hear an audible boo when pulling into the station upon the masses realization that we were not a circle line train. Again, I just can't envision these sorts of things going down on the 4th of July.
I went to Emsworth over the weekend as well. This involved both driving through quite a few winding country roads past small villages, and a bit of walking as well. In the US for some reason I find the countryside inherently creepy (despite never having seen Deliverance) and feel like there are weird people with guns lurking in the dark, but I don't get this creepiness vibe in the countryside in these parts at all. Now I'm not completely sure why, but for some reason I find little brick English country houses less creepy than the wooden US counterpart perhaps set a slightly uncomfortable distance back from the road. And then I'm also pretty sure that it is very, very expensive to live in a quaint little countryside locale in those parts given the premium given to the countryside lifestyle. Anyways, that could be a whole thing on it's own, explored and explained thoroughly but let's leave it at that.
And finally, I had an epiphany watching the rugby yesterday about why these sports (aka, rugby and soccer) are destined never to fully catch on in the US: the clocks count up instead of counting down. I think the counting down of the clock, as seen in football, basketball, and hockey, adds a sense of drama to the game. Counting up, on the other hand, just gives me the feeling that they've been playing for an awful long time and it might as well go on forever. And as both rugby and soccer are done only in halves, not quarters or threes, they count up quite a bit, so you're like '32? Really, I've been sitting here watching people run up and down a field for 32 minutes??'. This is as opposed to 'There are only 8 minutes left! We're coming down to the wire!!'. Now maybe this is just me, but I feel like the Americans are really drawn to the whole counting down thing. Which I think makes sense. Like on New Years, people aren't going '364 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes and 54 seconds...' and so on. This argument doesn't apply to the whole cricket/baseball situation, but I think we all know cricket will never be popular in America because you just can't come up with as catchy a sayings to go along with wickets as home runs. Plus there's no seven inning stretch.
Saturday was Waitangi Day (or however it's spelled), which is New Zealand's national holiday. The London sub-set of Kiwis celebrate this revered national holiday by embarking on a Circle Line pub crawl. So if you were lucky enough to be on a circle line train between 10am (they start early) and 4pm last Saturday you were joined by way too many really loud drunken kiwis. The tour apparently ended at Westminster for some haka. Whatever the heck that is. Now on Saturday I was on a District Line train going to Victoria around 2pm, and 4 of the stops along the route are shared with the circle line, and we got delayed for some time at South Kensington with the doors open. Luckily as it was a district line train it was against the rules for the kiwis to board, but there were masses of them hanging out at that station, chewing the fat and putting back a few, some dressed up a bit, and quite a few talking loudly in their funny accents. So prevalent was this bunch that a) these stations were lined with cops and b) you could hear an audible boo when pulling into the station upon the masses realization that we were not a circle line train. Again, I just can't envision these sorts of things going down on the 4th of July.
I went to Emsworth over the weekend as well. This involved both driving through quite a few winding country roads past small villages, and a bit of walking as well. In the US for some reason I find the countryside inherently creepy (despite never having seen Deliverance) and feel like there are weird people with guns lurking in the dark, but I don't get this creepiness vibe in the countryside in these parts at all. Now I'm not completely sure why, but for some reason I find little brick English country houses less creepy than the wooden US counterpart perhaps set a slightly uncomfortable distance back from the road. And then I'm also pretty sure that it is very, very expensive to live in a quaint little countryside locale in those parts given the premium given to the countryside lifestyle. Anyways, that could be a whole thing on it's own, explored and explained thoroughly but let's leave it at that.
And finally, I had an epiphany watching the rugby yesterday about why these sports (aka, rugby and soccer) are destined never to fully catch on in the US: the clocks count up instead of counting down. I think the counting down of the clock, as seen in football, basketball, and hockey, adds a sense of drama to the game. Counting up, on the other hand, just gives me the feeling that they've been playing for an awful long time and it might as well go on forever. And as both rugby and soccer are done only in halves, not quarters or threes, they count up quite a bit, so you're like '32? Really, I've been sitting here watching people run up and down a field for 32 minutes??'. This is as opposed to 'There are only 8 minutes left! We're coming down to the wire!!'. Now maybe this is just me, but I feel like the Americans are really drawn to the whole counting down thing. Which I think makes sense. Like on New Years, people aren't going '364 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes and 54 seconds...' and so on. This argument doesn't apply to the whole cricket/baseball situation, but I think we all know cricket will never be popular in America because you just can't come up with as catchy a sayings to go along with wickets as home runs. Plus there's no seven inning stretch.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Legal again...
So I'm pleased to report that after nearly two weeks of legal limbo, I've received my new visa under the International Graduate Scheme. I can now live and work legally in the UK (but no public funds for me!) until the end of January 2009. Given my 'not quite right for the scheme' status, which is completely the University of Southampton's fault, I have been a bit wary about whether or not I would be successful in my application for the visa, so needless to say this is a huge relief. Having finally received the visa I needn't fear deportation for the remainder of the calendar year and feel like I can actually make plans for that time without the 'well it might not happen' voice in the back of me head. Oh, and perhaps most importantly, I can get my work contract extended, meaning I shall be able to pay for these plans I am making.
In addition, with the return of my passport I have now been re-elevated to 'actual person' status, and a) won't have to cancel my trip to Munich next week, b) can transfer money to myself at the bank, c) can hopefully finally discover the secret of what exactly my National Insurance number is.
While I'm sure it would be very exciting to discuss all of these things in depth, there were severe delays on the District Line this morning, delaying my arrival at work by approximately 40 minutes and thus cutting short my set aside blog-updating time!
In addition, with the return of my passport I have now been re-elevated to 'actual person' status, and a) won't have to cancel my trip to Munich next week, b) can transfer money to myself at the bank, c) can hopefully finally discover the secret of what exactly my National Insurance number is.
While I'm sure it would be very exciting to discuss all of these things in depth, there were severe delays on the District Line this morning, delaying my arrival at work by approximately 40 minutes and thus cutting short my set aside blog-updating time!
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Beer
It seems I must have done an entry about beer before, so if I have then forgive me for the over sight and you needn't pay much attention. Anyways, so beer. We are all familiar with the concept, so might as well delve into the particulars.
Stateside, the difference between lagers and ales are not often highlighted. This is due to two reasons, as far as I can tell. First, they are stored and served as if they are the same. Second, in Portland you will get looks of concern and a fair share of head shakes if you order lager so it's best avoided. Here of course, there is a large difference. Lagers are much more prevalent, and a 'typical' establishment with many beers on tap will usually feature a 'cheap' lager, usually Fosters, and then the ultimate level of premium lager is then dependent on the level of fanciness of the establishment. Some will just venture to Stella Artois, some bring in harder to pronounce German sounding varieties such as Staropramen and Hoegarden (which I assure you are both totally spelled wrong). You will not often find 'local' lagers, with most pubs sticking to the 'mass' brands, but they by all means exist in a substantial number of locations.
Ales also come in mass-produced varieties, with Newcastle Brown Ale coming first to mind, but pubs are more likely to sell smaller home-grown varieties of different types of ale. However, ales are not available at all drinking establishments. Of course real pubs will have ales, but bars tend not to. While lagers are stored in chilled kegs, ales are stored in unchilled barrel things with hand-pumped taps, hence the fancy look. This means they are not bubbly or particularly cold. Newcastle is an exception to all this, because unlike in the US, it is only available in bottle form, but as a result is usually chilled.
At the grocery store, you can buy beer in bottles or cans. Cans are tall and skinny, and bottles are either in around the 12oz variety or much larger circa 24oz bottles. The smaller bottles typically come in 4-packs (even things such as Corona are sold in 4-packs, it's annoying), and the larger bottles are sold individually. Places such as my local Tesco Express have large portions of fridge space dedicated to the major brands such as San Miguel and Kronenburg and such, and then to the side a much busier section with individual bottles of ales. I would say the most popular form of ale seen in these situations is IPA, although a considerable number to not claim affinity to a certain ale family. For example, the old speckled hen in my fridge right now just says its ale and is slightly pink in color. So not really sure what they're going for.
When beer is ordered on tap, the typical unit is a pint, which is 20 oz. Half pints are also available, but consuming one may get you branded a girly-man. Foam or head of any kind is completely and utterly unacceptable. If there is any present, the bartender will let it sit for a moment and then top it up, assuring as much beer as possible resides in your class.
In groups, drinks are typically bought in rounds. This has probably arisen from the fact that drinks in pubs are ordered from the bar, so buying drinks in this fashion means people don't have to get up as often. It seems to require that you either don't get your money's worth or you have to keep pace with everyone else. It's a tricky game and I'm not necessarily a fan. Although I must say that it means I have gotten quite a few free drinks at post-work situations!
Stateside, the difference between lagers and ales are not often highlighted. This is due to two reasons, as far as I can tell. First, they are stored and served as if they are the same. Second, in Portland you will get looks of concern and a fair share of head shakes if you order lager so it's best avoided. Here of course, there is a large difference. Lagers are much more prevalent, and a 'typical' establishment with many beers on tap will usually feature a 'cheap' lager, usually Fosters, and then the ultimate level of premium lager is then dependent on the level of fanciness of the establishment. Some will just venture to Stella Artois, some bring in harder to pronounce German sounding varieties such as Staropramen and Hoegarden (which I assure you are both totally spelled wrong). You will not often find 'local' lagers, with most pubs sticking to the 'mass' brands, but they by all means exist in a substantial number of locations.
Ales also come in mass-produced varieties, with Newcastle Brown Ale coming first to mind, but pubs are more likely to sell smaller home-grown varieties of different types of ale. However, ales are not available at all drinking establishments. Of course real pubs will have ales, but bars tend not to. While lagers are stored in chilled kegs, ales are stored in unchilled barrel things with hand-pumped taps, hence the fancy look. This means they are not bubbly or particularly cold. Newcastle is an exception to all this, because unlike in the US, it is only available in bottle form, but as a result is usually chilled.
At the grocery store, you can buy beer in bottles or cans. Cans are tall and skinny, and bottles are either in around the 12oz variety or much larger circa 24oz bottles. The smaller bottles typically come in 4-packs (even things such as Corona are sold in 4-packs, it's annoying), and the larger bottles are sold individually. Places such as my local Tesco Express have large portions of fridge space dedicated to the major brands such as San Miguel and Kronenburg and such, and then to the side a much busier section with individual bottles of ales. I would say the most popular form of ale seen in these situations is IPA, although a considerable number to not claim affinity to a certain ale family. For example, the old speckled hen in my fridge right now just says its ale and is slightly pink in color. So not really sure what they're going for.
When beer is ordered on tap, the typical unit is a pint, which is 20 oz. Half pints are also available, but consuming one may get you branded a girly-man. Foam or head of any kind is completely and utterly unacceptable. If there is any present, the bartender will let it sit for a moment and then top it up, assuring as much beer as possible resides in your class.
In groups, drinks are typically bought in rounds. This has probably arisen from the fact that drinks in pubs are ordered from the bar, so buying drinks in this fashion means people don't have to get up as often. It seems to require that you either don't get your money's worth or you have to keep pace with everyone else. It's a tricky game and I'm not necessarily a fan. Although I must say that it means I have gotten quite a few free drinks at post-work situations!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Pancake Day
Today is Pancake Day. Or at least I'm pretty sure it's Pancake Day, so let's just roll like it is. However, due to an accidental jar opening incident, I'll be having chili for dinner tonight and not pancakes. My bad.
Speaking of pancakes and making food, I was casually flipping through my Nigella cookbook last night looking for some ideas on things to make while Mark was slaving away in the kitchen with all four burners and the oven going. Leisurely scanning some of the recipes, I realized that a great deal of English-English translation was necessary for the same cookbook to be sold in both the US and the UK. Now aside from changing most measurements from weight to volume (or volume to weight), there was a surprising number of other differences. Like, the ice cream cake. It was talking about cling film ('saran wrap') and chopping up Crunchies ('chocolate covered styrofoam candy bars'). And then if a recipe involves something like a specific type of potato that has to be taken into account as well. I've even heard that our tablespoons are different sizes and there are key differences between bicarbonate of soda and baking soda. Yet at the same time there is very little guidance available on these things.
So now I'm thinking that I shall become an English-English cookbook translator. While not fully qualified, I think a few months of intensive training would get me up to speed. I mean, you just need to know some densities (some of which I have found and I have successfully used English muffin recipes with American measuring devices) and some key terminology differences. And I can be like, no don't include that the other people will think it's horrible. Needless to say, I'm quite pleased with my new career plan. Or as the English would say, I'm quite chuffed.
Speaking of pancakes and making food, I was casually flipping through my Nigella cookbook last night looking for some ideas on things to make while Mark was slaving away in the kitchen with all four burners and the oven going. Leisurely scanning some of the recipes, I realized that a great deal of English-English translation was necessary for the same cookbook to be sold in both the US and the UK. Now aside from changing most measurements from weight to volume (or volume to weight), there was a surprising number of other differences. Like, the ice cream cake. It was talking about cling film ('saran wrap') and chopping up Crunchies ('chocolate covered styrofoam candy bars'). And then if a recipe involves something like a specific type of potato that has to be taken into account as well. I've even heard that our tablespoons are different sizes and there are key differences between bicarbonate of soda and baking soda. Yet at the same time there is very little guidance available on these things.
So now I'm thinking that I shall become an English-English cookbook translator. While not fully qualified, I think a few months of intensive training would get me up to speed. I mean, you just need to know some densities (some of which I have found and I have successfully used English muffin recipes with American measuring devices) and some key terminology differences. And I can be like, no don't include that the other people will think it's horrible. Needless to say, I'm quite pleased with my new career plan. Or as the English would say, I'm quite chuffed.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Six Nations returns
Saturday marked the second happening of the annual rugby Six Nations tournament since I've been here. So after once again nearly dying in a morning spin class, we watched the first game of the tournament at home, which was Ireland versus Italy at 2pm, then around 3:30 we headed out to prepare for the viewing of the 4pm England versus Wales game. We first went to the Fest, but then left to check out the scene at Pitcher and Piano, where we decided things were more to our liking. Despite the fact that they were still celebrating their half price bottle of wine month, we were there to watch rugby so we got beers. Like apparently sitting there with a bottle of pink wine doesn't say 'grr, I'm watching men with thick necks and thighs the size of tree trunks bash into each other like animals'. Perhaps it says 'I'm watching men toss each other up in the air by the seat of their shorts like cheerleaders'. Anyways, we had beer.
After the national anthems were played, you know whatever the Wales one is and then that England business that we've ripped off and turned into some American patriotic song, I could have sworn I heard them playing the graduation song in the stadium. Not sure of what I was hearing, I asked Mark if they were playing the graduation song (aka, Pomp and Circumstance). He goes, you mean the Land of Hope and Glory? I said, no, the graduation song! And sang a few bars. So. I'm sad to say, the song that millions have Americans have graduated to in what some may term a fine American tradition, is also a patriotic England song with the above title. Apparently one of the most patriotic songs. And they don't use it to graduate to (I don't know what they do use, or if they even have a song for that). Like, what's up with that? Why must we have this wide array of songs that we both highly value but in completely different ways?
Back to the rundown of the task at hand. The game started out well enough but right at the end Wales scored a couple trys/touchdowns and ended up winning. In other news, I think a guy sort of standing by us was wearing a man thong. He reached his arms up at one point and I got a quick flash but I was not able to confirm the sighting after this. There was an interesting assortment of people present.
So back to the team. They of course are coming off their loss in the rugby World Cup final. And in my mind as they don't have to play New Zealand, Australia or South Africa, it seems like they should be able to do pretty well. But then they go and lose to Wales, who, by the way, had at least 3 players on the field at any time with the last name Jones. England has a new slightly controversial guy playing for their team, named, well I have no idea what his name is, but it's something a bit funky. He's controversial as he's actually a Kiwi but is now playing for England and I don't know how that works, but he put his hair in little braids with patriotic red and white bits intermixed, and then as soon as he came in made this awesome catch/interception/pass sort of play that earned England a try. But alas, it didn't make much difference in the end.
Aside from a whole lot of Jones, Charlotte Church's boyfriend type plays for Wales. Apparently together they are the Posh and Becks of Wales (which I don't think is saying much). After the game I felt obliged to learn more about this guy. He has a two-hour pre-game ritual that involves a nice bath, shaving his legs, applying self tanner and spending a considerable amount of time on his hair. Uh, yeah.
After the national anthems were played, you know whatever the Wales one is and then that England business that we've ripped off and turned into some American patriotic song, I could have sworn I heard them playing the graduation song in the stadium. Not sure of what I was hearing, I asked Mark if they were playing the graduation song (aka, Pomp and Circumstance). He goes, you mean the Land of Hope and Glory? I said, no, the graduation song! And sang a few bars. So. I'm sad to say, the song that millions have Americans have graduated to in what some may term a fine American tradition, is also a patriotic England song with the above title. Apparently one of the most patriotic songs. And they don't use it to graduate to (I don't know what they do use, or if they even have a song for that). Like, what's up with that? Why must we have this wide array of songs that we both highly value but in completely different ways?
Back to the rundown of the task at hand. The game started out well enough but right at the end Wales scored a couple trys/touchdowns and ended up winning. In other news, I think a guy sort of standing by us was wearing a man thong. He reached his arms up at one point and I got a quick flash but I was not able to confirm the sighting after this. There was an interesting assortment of people present.
So back to the team. They of course are coming off their loss in the rugby World Cup final. And in my mind as they don't have to play New Zealand, Australia or South Africa, it seems like they should be able to do pretty well. But then they go and lose to Wales, who, by the way, had at least 3 players on the field at any time with the last name Jones. England has a new slightly controversial guy playing for their team, named, well I have no idea what his name is, but it's something a bit funky. He's controversial as he's actually a Kiwi but is now playing for England and I don't know how that works, but he put his hair in little braids with patriotic red and white bits intermixed, and then as soon as he came in made this awesome catch/interception/pass sort of play that earned England a try. But alas, it didn't make much difference in the end.
Aside from a whole lot of Jones, Charlotte Church's boyfriend type plays for Wales. Apparently together they are the Posh and Becks of Wales (which I don't think is saying much). After the game I felt obliged to learn more about this guy. He has a two-hour pre-game ritual that involves a nice bath, shaving his legs, applying self tanner and spending a considerable amount of time on his hair. Uh, yeah.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Pickle
Just a short one today! About everybody's favorite pasttime! You guessed it! Condiments!!!!
While I am personally not that big on condiments, I do live with what I shall term a big condiment fan. So I am exposed to the English-style use of a wide variety quite regularly.
For comparison purposes, I would say in the US the main-stays are ketchup, 'American' mustard, Dijon mustard, mayonnaise, and salsa. Of these, I generally partake of ketchup with fries and on burgers. And I like a bit of salsa. Oh, and let's say barbecue sauce. In addition to salsa, I'm working on incorporating these two into the English dialect - BBQ with chicken and apparently as a little snack to eat off your finger, salsa with scrambled eggs and tacos.
So on this side of the pond they again have the ketchup (on rare occasion termed 'red sauce'), mayonnaise, and mustard. Then things get trickier. In addition to mayo there is salad cream, which is sold next to mayo in the grocery store and essentially looks like mayo but smells different. I don't know if people put it on green salads, but Mark puts it on ham sandwiches and mixes it in with tuna. While we have the two main varieties of mustard, here there is a third, which is English mustard. It's more speckled than the unnaturally purely yellow French's brand variety, but less seedy than your Grey Poupon.
Then there is the ever-perplexing brown sauce. But I've come to believe it's just steak sauce. It's made by Heinz. There's some in my fridge. It may be used with steaks, but I don't ever have steak so I don't really know. It's most common usage involves being a dip for fries, or perhaps it's involved in eggs on toast, and ketchup is also used in both of these functions. They also use mayo with their fries sometimes, but I don't think I've seen salad cream used in such a role...
One that I totally don't get is the one I can't spell. Worchestershire sauce (pronounced 'Wooster')? It's a thin liquid that Mark does strange things with. He puts it in his tomato juice regularly, and then sometimes on things like pizza. It scares me so I don't really know what it tastes like.
In addition, the most commonly seenn form of the pickle is that of Branston pickle, which comes in a jar in what appears to be a really thick sauce. It's pickles in tiny little cubes combined with some kind of sauce, which is then spread on sandwiches. This creates such classics as the cheese and pickle. It's strange, but if you get a something and pickle sandwich, this is what you should expect!
And finally, a shout out to Brian the birthday boy! He'll be out partying tonight!! Hope it's a good one!
While I am personally not that big on condiments, I do live with what I shall term a big condiment fan. So I am exposed to the English-style use of a wide variety quite regularly.
For comparison purposes, I would say in the US the main-stays are ketchup, 'American' mustard, Dijon mustard, mayonnaise, and salsa. Of these, I generally partake of ketchup with fries and on burgers. And I like a bit of salsa. Oh, and let's say barbecue sauce. In addition to salsa, I'm working on incorporating these two into the English dialect - BBQ with chicken and apparently as a little snack to eat off your finger, salsa with scrambled eggs and tacos.
So on this side of the pond they again have the ketchup (on rare occasion termed 'red sauce'), mayonnaise, and mustard. Then things get trickier. In addition to mayo there is salad cream, which is sold next to mayo in the grocery store and essentially looks like mayo but smells different. I don't know if people put it on green salads, but Mark puts it on ham sandwiches and mixes it in with tuna. While we have the two main varieties of mustard, here there is a third, which is English mustard. It's more speckled than the unnaturally purely yellow French's brand variety, but less seedy than your Grey Poupon.
Then there is the ever-perplexing brown sauce. But I've come to believe it's just steak sauce. It's made by Heinz. There's some in my fridge. It may be used with steaks, but I don't ever have steak so I don't really know. It's most common usage involves being a dip for fries, or perhaps it's involved in eggs on toast, and ketchup is also used in both of these functions. They also use mayo with their fries sometimes, but I don't think I've seen salad cream used in such a role...
One that I totally don't get is the one I can't spell. Worchestershire sauce (pronounced 'Wooster')? It's a thin liquid that Mark does strange things with. He puts it in his tomato juice regularly, and then sometimes on things like pizza. It scares me so I don't really know what it tastes like.
In addition, the most commonly seenn form of the pickle is that of Branston pickle, which comes in a jar in what appears to be a really thick sauce. It's pickles in tiny little cubes combined with some kind of sauce, which is then spread on sandwiches. This creates such classics as the cheese and pickle. It's strange, but if you get a something and pickle sandwich, this is what you should expect!
And finally, a shout out to Brian the birthday boy! He'll be out partying tonight!! Hope it's a good one!
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