Masterchef's Gregg Wallace presented this week instead of Max Flint, giving the show a slightly more blokey and informal demeanour, although I do prefer Max's narration and interviewing technique.A battle is taking place between supermarkets for customer loyalty during the credit crunch.Discount supermarkets such as Netto,Lidi and Aldi are taking on big beasts such as Asda, Sainsburys and Tesco, w
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It's not exactly organising a p*ss-up in a brewery, but this week the teams have to sell pub food.Fourteen candidates.They meet surallen, Margaret and Nick in the fantastic Tate Modern.The girls go for a Bollywood theme in the King's Head in Islington, while the boys choose to cook Italian food.Kevin Shaw is made head chef and claims to be happy.Early tensions when the boys buy the food.With the girls, Nick Hewer looks like he sat on a mousetrap when Sara Dhada (project leader) and Claire Young argue about food.Lunch not ready for the ladies' team.A waiter from a nearby resturant claims to be a Bollywood dancer and is asked to perform.Cringeworthy personal introductions between waitresses and guests.Overlong pep talk by Kevin outside of the kitchen "Big drive".Pizzas are halved as they hav
Half of me is temped to get on my soapbox and rant about how useless current little girl "princess" culture is, and how Belle and Jasmine are the only Disney "princesses" worth anything, but the other half of me is exhausted and half asleep. I fear all that might come of it, in this sleepy state of mine, would be random murmurings of buzz words like "gender stereotypes" and "limited expectations," with the occasional "mmmrrrrr" and "snooooore" thrown in. Perhaps next fairy tale post.For now, I hope you enjoy these two delightful variations of the beauty and the beast story, "The Summer and Winter Garden," and "The Singing, Springing Lark," both compiled and translated by Joseph and Wilhelm Grimm. Download [64kb]
Written by Jabulani LeffallEAST HARLEM, NY 1983At Breakfast time Sister Modesta, sits pensively in her office peeling a banana and trying to figure out where little Ronaldo might be. Aside from his excessive absences he's always a well-mannered and seemingly intelligent boy in both a practical and intellectual sense.The kid turns up six months earlier and his English is shaky. In a month’s time he masters the concepts of nouns, verbs and gerunds and is reading at a fourth-grade level when called upon. He also has a raw, uncanny knack for mathematics.He just pops up one day with a benevolent police officer, an Irish Flatfoot who came up himself at Father Divine. Word is the officer caught three slugs in the face from a junkie he was trying to help. Pity, the sister thought recalling the day the policeman dropped Ronaldo off.Ronaldo has scruffy black curls, puppy dog brown eyes, a button nose and compact lips and he has a little baby fat, a small potbelly. But the rest of him is a st
This post is dedicated to the Project RunGay Guys, Tom & Lorenzo, for managing to entertain us with witty recaps of Project Runway and other sundry topics day after day. How they and Eric Three Thousand manage to do it, I haven't a clue. Thanks, Guys. Once upon a time in the Happy Kingdom of Parson's in the era of Project Runway Season One, all was right with the world. Birds sang, bees buzzed, and all the designers got along, sometimes even frolicking with each other. But then in Episode Four, bad witch Sarah Hudson, singer of Girl on the Verge, chose only three designers to create her new rock concert gown, causing strife in the Kingdom.The first chosen designer was Jay, who tra-la-lahed with glee and boasted that the bad witch had the hots for him 'cause "She picked his ass!"The second chosen designer was Austin, who, overcome by the opportunity to provide a little "frou-frou Bo-pee pee edge" to the witch's outfit, squeezed his pecs with delight.The third chosen designer was Ke
I wake up, and images of my torture flash through my mind.The past few weeks have been disgusting.Nightmares I lived are still nightmares.I have rods inserted through my stomach, mecha-parasites implanted in my bloodstream, who knows what kinds of chemicals in my nervous system.Any sick test or experiment imaginable has been visited upon me in the weeks following my meeting Her in the courtyard.What are they be doing to Her?She's crying, panicked, in my head, and it makes me sick! Can these images be real? How can I see what's happening to Her? Am I still dreaming? They must have done something to my mind.Escape plans run through my head.Schematics I saw when I was 13 run length ways across the lense of my mind's eye.I run through the many times I've thought about it.I think they could tell I was thinking about it. I always think about smashing their skulls with their enormous personal electronic equipment.Technological homicide.Haggard Hair flaps free of flames from a frag f
