The chilli in my chilli paneer.

I went to the pub straight after work today to meet up with the Husband and watched Liverpool get beat up by Lyon...

Then the husband fancied chilli paneer to cheer him up. I don't do paneer but Jay's in Kingsbury does a great one. We always go for "mild", but we didn't say mild today...

I kid you not, there's 48 pieces of chilli in there... But it was really good- needless to say, the chillies went straight to the bin after their (glamorous) photo shoot...

Off to bed now, laters!

Umm umm umm, I dunno what to write. Can't write about work becos I dun wanna get Alan Sugar'ed... Can't write about the husband cos he doesn't inspire to much. Can't write about me for fear of being called a narcissistic cow... Hmmm what can I write about? The piss taking of the Subway boys when they found out I'd lost my voice? Na, boring. People who pick their nose on the tube? Na, too vomit making. Oh by the way this Chinese guy was really going for it the other day, and he was seated next to me as well, I switched places straight away, but I really wanted to ask him if he wanted a shovel to help him dig deeper. The son of a bitch. Pick your nose at home FUCKER! Where no one else can see you.

Oh yeah yeah, just got a brainwave! It's not about work but it happened at work. I was walking on the ramp from gate 8 to 21, and by the time I arrived at my destination, I couldn't speak! "Why?" you may well ask, but because MY FACE WAS FROZEN BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING COLD! It's back! The cold's back!

Whatever (Who cares? Not me)

Lemme try again.

Today for breakfast I had toast with chunky peanut butter and Bonne Maman Strawberry jam. With coffee. Yummy! In Mauritius we only have smooth peanut butter right? I'm not so sure now. Like, I can't remember what my room looks like. I can, but some of the finer details evade me. It's sad.

Oooh I'm writing boring stuff again!

I watched "The Last King of Scotland" last night. It was this movie about this chap called Amin Didi or Dada or Idi or Ida, I don't know. He was a dictator I think in Uganda and he expelled all the Asians from there. It was not really clear through all the steam. I was ironing at the same time you see and the tv was on a low volume and the husband was sleeping. In total I ironed 14 shirts and 2 pairs of trousers and 2 scarves (mine) and 2 skirts (mine as well). 6 shirts for me, the rest for the husband (That's 14 minus 6) 1 pair of trousers for me and the other pair for him.

And last week, no week before last, like 2 Saturdays ago we went to this nightclub called Guarabana, it's a Brasilian club (in Covent Garden, not Brasil), and I was ordering drinks from this waiter (Note, I said waiter, not "cute" waiter. I think maybe I would have thought he's cute if I weren't married). The cheeky sod said to me "I speak Portuguese, you can order in Portuguese" He knew I was Asian (I'm not, I'm Indo-Mauritian, I just look Asian) So I went "Ok! Eu haver um Mojito por favor!" His fucking mouth dropped open to the floor and Kevin and Vikram stopped talking and turned round to stare at me. He just said "Ok, ok..." And I just added the cherry on top by saying "Obrigada", with a smile! Hehehe. That was fun.

Divali 2009

It's a shame, such a fucking shame that I don't blog no more...

Oh well, lemme make an effort.

Yeah Divali went awight yesterday, we woke up (late, not early) and went to Ram Mandir in Southall (pronounce sau-thall like proper Indians) and I said to the Husband, let's go Gurdwara was well, cos we here already init. He looks at me and says "You're hungry, aren't you? That's why you wanna go Gurdwara!" So away we went, to the Gurdwara, rushed thru the mathe theko and went to the hall for that lo-ve-ly langhar. Mmmmm... De-lish.

Then we came back home and snoozed a bit and then went to Swap's place for the firecrackering. It was so much fun. They kept the best "phool jari" for the last. I helped Niraj nail it to the wooden fence, but it was so powerful that the nail went off and the firecracker ended up on the floor. What a waste of energy!

Well, Divali Abhinandan anyway.

Doing my bit for charity.

(No I'm not adopting a little child from a 3rd world country cos I'm no Angelina Jolie or Madonna or Bruno)

There's this charity that often drops leaflets through the front door. As per them, you can put like your old blankets, clothes, shoes, cooking instruments, toiletries, but sorry no bric a brac, books or plastic toys please- in a bag on the road and they come and collect it and they ship them to 3rd world countries... Apparently, this creates jobs for the people who collect them, sort them out and give jobs to shipping companies. I try and fork out my old clothing whenever I can but some people are not very helpful. The Husband (note; from now on Kevin will be called the husband- it sounds more author like, like professional like.) Yeah The Husband had an old pair of shoes I was planning to give to them, but he got sick and tired of seeing his old shoes in a shoe box in one corner of the room that he dumped them... Instead of givin' in to charity. God sees everything... Maybe he was just jealous that someone else'd be wearin' his shoes...

Now, your question is, why on Earth is this silly cow talkin' about charity? Well Sunflowers, it's just to show that I'm not a selfish eejit and that I donate all my used stuff to poor people. Mmmkay?

Now my question is why "sorry no bric a brac, books or plastic toys please"? Well, simply because they live in mud huts so they can't decorate hence, no use for bric a brac. And they can't read, so books are useless. And cos they too busy playin' with plasctic toys so they don't go to school and hence don't know how to read, so "rich" people, keep your fucking plastic toys to yerselfs

On an ending note, The Sister has brought me my fave stuff from Mauritius (baget fromaz, tamarin, mine appollo, gato lacire, HELLO PANDA!!!!!)

And I still haven't opened my Hello Panda as yet cos I don't wanna finish it...

Hey gorgeous!

Dolmio Bolognese sauce V/S Tinned Chopped Tomatoes...

The husband cooked "carri agneau" yesterday...

Apparently it was good. I say apparently cos I don't eat meat myself cos I can't stomach it but them 2 enjoyed it thoroughly. The only meat I eat is poultry and seafood. But this doesn't count cos it's not meat. And I ain't being wanting being called a vegetarian either cos I is a FLEXITARIAN. People who don't eat red meat but anything else are called that. Well, I read that somewhere ages ago. I don't drink milk either but I am a big consumer of ice cream. But that's anuver story.

Yeah so Kevin cooked lamb curry using MY tomatoes yesterday. I mean MY tinned chopped tomatoes yesterday (why buy fresh when it comes ready in a can?) And methinks he forgot to tell me he used MY tomatoes. So here I am, trying to cook a ladaube pomme de terre and at the critical moment where you have to add your tomatoes, I look coolly first in the fridge, for my little black plastic food saver for my tomatoes, and then a bit less coolly the freezer, and not cool at all in the tin can drawer and lo and behold! NO TOMATOES IN SIGHT! NOT EVEN A FRESH ONE! But lo and behold again! There's a jar of MAMA'S ORIGINAL BOLOGNESE SAUCE! And lo and behold a 3rd time! There goes the contents! All in the saucepan, with the potatoes, chopped onions, curry leaves and ginger and garlic paste that have merrily been frying away! (this is actually a show off bit- I'm showing you that I know what goes in a ladaube pomme de terre) Then I add my Mayil Special Daube powder to it.

Lookin' gorge eh? Who wants to come over for dinner? And it tastes good as well.

Damn I'm good!

P.S. Hello to Akash. Love you...

Sup people? Howz it hangin? Just to let the bleddy world know that Kevz laptop has gone bust so I can barely use it to do anything, let alone blog. But my sista has come to see me and she's brought my dad's laptop with her so I'm using that instead. I'm on 3 weeks leave at the mo, which leaves me time to clean up, make tea, and listen to my sister's boring stories about work and life in general. But still, it's nice having her here. Seeing her get excited at the aisles full of chocs and biscuits in Asda and Tesco. It reminds me of when I just came here myself...
No change then. She's still ugly...

Hmmm I think I'm going to change my template. I was working on it a few months ago and I've got a version somewhere on a pendrive. I only need to finetune it. I mean I'm almost a quarter of a century old now so maybe I should drop the pink. Not that I can get enough of pink but you know... I need a pair of pink shoes. These are the last ones I bought. The red and black ones are for me sis and the purple ones are mine.

I got this card from Starbucks that entitles me to free coffee. So I had a coffee today. A free one. Yeah cos I get free coffee cos I got a card from Starbucks that makes me get free coffee innit.

I am ashamed to say that I forgot it was Independance day yesterday. I was on Facebook today and I got wished Happy Independance day and realised it too late. That is bad as in very bad. I mean what sort of stupid cow forgets the Independance day (This Independance day writing thing is too long man. Make it I day ok) of her country? But that's ok I guess I ate red, yellow and green peppers yesterday. I didn't have anything blue tho. No I did! I drank Ribena! And Ribena is made of blueberries, so it's blue, it's ok (ok, ok it's made from blackcurrant but who cares? Not like I can differentiate between blueberry, blackcurrant, sultanas and Blackberrys innit? Well, yeah Blackberry is a phone or a PDA or whatchamacallit) But it's okayyy! Peace and love on Earth! Tomorrow I'm gonna upload some photos of the snow we had in Feb.

Oh and by the way I do not like Myleene Klass. I think she is ugly. So much in fact that whenever her Pantene ad is on TV I need to look somewhere else. Like she scares me. Her face is wonky. And I cringe when she says "And Pantene" Lordy, I will never use Pantene again. Not that I do. I think dishwashing liquid is quite good.