“I’ll kill a man in a fair fight. Or if I think he’s gonna start a fair fight. Or if he bothers me. Or if there’s a woman. Or if I’m gettin’ paid. Mostly when I’m gettin’ paid.” — Jayne Cobb.
This is the kind of thing I get up to when I’m home alone.
I had some leftover puff pastry, lots of eggs, and a tub of cream a week past its expiry date but! still good!
Started with half a kilo of spicy sausage, skinned, fried, with a coarsely chopped onion. Added to this some tomato, spices, and about half a cup of three chili chutney. While this is cooling down, blind bake the crust. Beat four eggs, add cream, mix with meat. Cheese. Don’t forget the cheese. Pour into crust.
Some people sprinkle flour on the crust before pouring the sauce in. It’s supposed to keep the crust dry or something. I did. Worked for me.
Bake until it looks OK (180 for 20 minutes worked for me).
Computicket is smoking their socks — They’ve been showing that all seats had been booked out for weeks, and when Tanya got tickets for us, there were only four available — yet at the venue about a third of the seats were empty. Block bookings?
Got better seats this time. Off to the side, which means we probably escaped the brunt of the loud :-( but the view was good :-)
Grand West has a serious problem getting lots of people in through security. Once through, the queue disappears.
None of these guys have the voices they used to have. Ons word almal oud :-)
It should be illegal to have as much fun behind a set of drums as Russell Gilbrook has.
Uriah Heep’s sound was awful — some kind of phase distortion in the middle of the keyboards. I suspect one of their floor speakers was beating with the main speakers where we were sitting — because after they re-arranged the stage for Deep Purple things were a lot better.
We were seated in the middle of the Wildebeest migration. Seriously. Every three minutes someone else decided they needed to be somewhere else. It was like Jane Fonda with heavy metal. Fortunately all these fools settled down eventually.