For me this was also a chance to see some of the faces I had missed at
CCDE due to being under my own weather :}
I always start these with a phrase a bit like this:
"OK as always from me, this is not a meet report. This is because I
cannot write meet reports. "
Well that remains the same.
Luckily the meet report is going to be written by someone better at
these things.This is just a few memories.
Again we gathered in the Green Man in sizeable numbers, a mass of afpers
new and old and middlin' for anyone who actually takes such things at
all seriously, local and distant, UK based and furrin.
Of course the definition of furrin gets hazier each time since there are
so many ex pats here now :}
Please, add your own comments and memories. The list is accurate
inasmuch as it ever is - ie pretty reliable but still the beta
list...scarcely proof read:} And no attenders in spirit in the list I
hope this time.
Once again people stayed late. And were already there when we arrived.
Assorted imports were distributed - Mary's amazing bag of jelly beans,
ported around by somewhat enthusiastic nomes. Various chocolatey
things.
Karen/Vixen turned up with a hat which definitely must be the fashion
statement of the season almost outdoing the Mary Poppins boots of last
time. MiQ turned up with a large bandage on his thumb which apparently
isn't connected with alt.vampyres tendencies in any way.
People again made long journeys to join us and Steve Megson was
definitely there in the flesh this time :}
Hairdressing took place in a quiet corner, with Barry R. the leading
victim. (Perhaps he was envious of Alistair's stunning lack of flowing
locks.)
Thomas, Arwen and Barry gained medals for services to crash space
enabling longer distance travellers to join.
Of course there are always those who sadly have to drop out and
especially missed were MEG and her ankle biters this time, along with
the Higginses. I'd say I missed Jenny but despite being on a works
freebie to Berlin she still sent gadgets via Gideon to ensure the
continuity of geek envy.
So also once again thank you to everyone who came and *made* it
successful, hope you all enjoyed it.
OK on to the cast and apologies for mispellings and if I have missed you
please shout! Again this is a nomic written list so shout if there are
errors.
THE CAST:
Starring The Visiting Furriners:
Mary Sophia Novak from the US
Patrick Dersjant from .nl
Kalinke Dersjant from .nl
Furriners who are now resident in the UK but rapidly running out of
furrinness:
Ingvar Mattson
Arwen Lune
Rand
Tom De Mulder
Locals [aka UK'ers]
Paul Rood and Karen/Vixen/Mary Poppins/puff girl
Simes Brown
Warwick and Johanna
Gideon Hallet
Jonathan and Elaine Simons
Barry R
Ben Hutchings
Tony Finch
Mike Knell
MiQ
Orjan Westin and Carmilla
Supermouse
Peter Ellis and Julie Lund
Aquarion
Susan/lonecat
Rachel Walmesly
Charlotte
The Bellinghpersons, Alan and Colette
Simon Callan
MegaMole
Thomas Pratchett
Steve Megson [yes really this time...]
Jen
Sam
Naomi
Ali
Roadrunner (Mchl Grnt)
Kincaid
Eric 'Film Mogul' Jarvis
Charles Cooke
Rachel
Michael
Karen/hypatia
ttfn,
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Oi! I was there too! Put me on that list!
If anyone was keeping a quotefile I missed it, but this snippet should
be recorded:
<prompted by the presence of Charlotte's soft toy Cthulu>
Megamole: Here's a scary idea for a crossover: Darth Cthulu!
Adrian Ogden: Here's an even scarier one: Wesley Cthulu!
Simon Callan: Wouldn't that just be a cuter Wesley?
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Titles not yet used by Andrew Harman #1: "The Ogre Sanction"
And tins - beautiful tins. Mine was especially lovely, with gold
'dimples', and I left it behind in all the hurry to get out of the pub
before the staff resorted to violent means. Did anyone pick it up? I do
hope so, as I grew quite attached to it in the short time I had it.
It was crowded, and warm, and great fun, and thank you, thank you, thank
you for organdising it. I had a fabulous time. Like all the really fun
events, it was all over far too quickly...
Cordially,
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> Karen <Ka...@lspace.org> writes:
>
> <snip meet non-report and list of attendees>
>
> Oi! I was there too! Put me on that list!
>
>
> If anyone was keeping a quotefile I missed it, but this snippet
> should be recorded:
>
>
> <prompted by the presence of Charlotte's soft toy Cthulu>
>
> Megamole: Here's a scary idea for a crossover: Darth Cthulu!
> Adrian Ogden: Here's an even scarier one: Wesley Cthulu!
> Simon Callan: Wouldn't that just be a cuter Wesley?
I think the phrase that I actually came up with was something along
the lines of "Wouldn't that be a cute and cuddly Wesley?", which was
triggered by the cute and cuddly Cthulu that was sitting on the table,
and the thought that in the evil stakes, Wesley is infinitely more
evil than Cthulu.
Simon
[Brief synopsis of the London meet snipped]
>OK on to the cast and apologies for mispellings and if I have missed you
>please shout! Again this is a nomic written list so shout if there are
>errors.
>THE CAST:
[more snippage]
>Naomi
>Ali
Unfortunately, this wasn't me, this was Alistair. We don't often get
mistaken for each other in real life, so I assume that the list mislead
Karen. I would have liked to have joined you all, but had to go to a
wedding instead - although I did bump into Cookie at Kings Cross on our
respective ways home.
Hopefully I'll make it to the next one.
--
AH Willis (Ali from #afp)
Identity crisis? What identity crisis?
Ooh! Rebecca would've loved that. Plus all the attention of course ;)
> Of course there are always those who sadly have to drop out and
> especially missed were MEG and her ankle biters this time, along with
> the Higginses. I'd say I missed Jenny but despite being on a works
> freebie to Berlin she still sent gadgets via Gideon to ensure the
> continuity of geek envy.
We are sorry we couldn't make it but other, more pressing matters intervened.
Like food and rest and another long drive home. We thought about you all during
the evening and I had half a mind to 'phone to hear how it was all going but
thought that it might have been a little noisy. Here's hoping that we can attend
the next one. The will be a *next one* won't there?
Well done, Karen. Sounds like yet another successful meet.
- MEG
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No s'ok, I knew you were AWOL due to feeble excuse of some wedding or
other :]
Ankle biter #1 recorded Alastair as Ali too - so I assumed that was
preferred abbreviation.
I don't think there is too much risk of you two getting mixed up unless
you have made a recent visit to the hairdressers :}
Explanation should appear with meet pictures...
> I would have liked to have joined you all, but had to go to a
>wedding instead - although I did bump into Cookie at Kings Cross on our
>respective ways home.
I wondered actually what time the crowd eventually leaving the Green Man
dissipated? There was still a tenacious bunch of lurkers outside the pub
even after we left.
>
>Hopefully I'll make it to the next one.
I hope so too!
This is Mary posting from Karen's house, and I have your tin. Michael
found it on our way out. I'll leave it with Karen, and it will make its
dimply way back unto you. Glad you liked it!
Mary Sophia Novak
ms_n...@hotmail.com
Shurely not :}
>
>> Of course there are always those who sadly have to drop out and
>> especially missed were MEG and her ankle biters this time, along with
>> the Higginses. I'd say I missed Jenny but despite being on a works
>> freebie to Berlin she still sent gadgets via Gideon to ensure the
>> continuity of geek envy.
>
>We are sorry we couldn't make it but other, more pressing matters intervened.
>Like food and rest and another long drive home.
Elaine passed on the most recent mail, which was handy since I have dead
and decaying processors, only got back on line with my primary
connection today and am flaking unreliably for England.
Sadly this may necessitate new processor... and stuff :^}
>We thought about you all during
>the evening and I had half a mind to 'phone to hear how it was all going but
>thought that it might have been a little noisy.
Nah you should have called. I'd only have ears for you...
>Here's hoping that we can attend
>the next one. The will be a *next one* won't there?
*sigh*
<dramatic pause and gestures>
well perhaps if someone twists my arm.
</>
>
>Well done, Karen. Sounds like yet another successful meet.
But mostly to the attenders who made it that way and the crash space
providers/organisrs who made it possible for more people to attend
Yes, I've volunteered to write the report, and it'll happen. This is
just to let you know it might take some time. Upon arrival back from the
UK at Brussels Charelroi Airport, I found my car with two smashed
windows, albeit nothing had been stolen. After about three hours delay
(dealing with police, getting car ready to drive), I was able to set off
home. Dealing with this (getting new windows, insurance stuff etc.) has
priority and will mean I can't put the energy into a report yet. But
stay tuned.
>Patrick Dersjant from .nl
>Kalinke Dersjant from .nl
Kalinka, actually. No worries though - she's assured me she's enjoyed
herself immensely.
Patrick Dersjant
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On a similar note, has anybody picked up a blue sweater (or rather, long
sleeve shirt) with a lighter blue collar, as Kalinka is missing hers? I
suspect it's been left at the pub as well.
It's beautiful and I'm glad to hear this. Thank you! And thank you
Michael.
Hopefully Miq's thumb will recover soon, and if next meet he gets
dragged to one of these he is hugged unceasingly he has no one to blame
but himself, or his hairdresser... <evil grin>.
=====
Some people believe that crop circles are the product of
alien intelligences, although for some reason these are not
intelligent enough to harvest a crop properly or even wait
for it to ripen. Some people believe that they are
symptoms of weakness: that sufficient intellectual rigour,
or at least higher power in the electrified fences, will
prevent them from occurring.
Some people believe that they are a splendid way of winding
up self-righteous arable farmers, who are coming over all
smug when the dairy herds next door spontaneously combust.
But personally, I believe that they are a menace and a
danger to life and, more especially, to limb, and the
intelligences responsible for creating them should be
abducted and made the subject of unaesthetised and
imaginative medical experiments by outraged chefs.
This was an opinion I formed last Friday night while
sitting in the local A&E, waiting the statutory four hours
for someone to bandage my thumb. I had been inoffensively
chopping a most definitely non-sentient pineapple when I
noticed, through the window, that the farmer in a distant
field had got as far as mowing his splendid crop circle; I
was just contemplating whether this would bring him bad
luck, when an urgent neural signal from my left arm told me
that my concentration had been misplaced too long. I
looked down to see a noticeable lump of my left thumb lying
beside the pineapple, and - distressingly - that this lump
was no longer attached to the rest of my hand.
The pain was dull, throbbing, but urgent, and the blood was
going everywhichwhere. I ran the thumb under the cold tap,
and the pain escalated to agonising. I called my housemate
to finish the cooking, which he did, and while we ate[1], I
dipped the thumb in antiseptic, in the form of a handy
glass of Captain Morgan's. The pain reached excruciating.
My friend drove me to the hospital, where I contemplated
the bizarre, unworldly nature of the whole place while
waiting[2]. To cut (ouch) a long story short, my wound was
eventually dressed and I was released into the community
with medical instructions to, and I quote, "drink as much
alcohol as you like."
This, then, was the beginning of my weekend.
The next day, Saturday, I enjoyed a visit from an old and
dear friend, who showed me how to make Singapore Slings.
Acting on the aforementioned medical advice, the three of
us polished off the best part of a bottle of gin that way
before retiring.
Sunday's dawn found me feeling uncharacteristically healthy
and clear-headed. In the afternoon I drove the 150 miles
home just in time to catch the train to Great Portland
Street and the Green Man, looking only slightly more wan
and unkempt than usual.
I arrived late - must have been at least quarter to seven -
and unusually, there were actual signs of life in the pub.
Something to do with the carnival, possibly. There were at
least a dozen people inhabiting the (upper) entrance
floor. Of course, this was as nothing compared with the
seething hordes of afpers discretely hidden from sight in
the basement. I went and sought out those I recognised.
Instead of the usual afpish flocking to high ground, this
time people had settled in the pit, like an orchestra
awaiting its conductor - but Karen and the Nomes were
already there. The first people to catch my eye, as so
often happens, were the lovely & and Co - but they were
busy with some sort of Organising nonsense, so I moved
swiftly along to meet the Guest of Honour, Mary Sophia
Novak. I finally shoved past her Social Secretary long
enough to berate MSN for her unpardonable nationality,
before being dragged off and deposited against the bar.
There I encountered various other deviants, including
Megamole, Eric and Adrian (plotting some vile musical
enormity to unleash upon the world) - my own notions were
not twisted enough to contribute to their plans. Nearby, my
well beloved Supermouse was wielding Ethelbert, the Artful
Stroker, to devastating effect on fortunate passers-by.
(Various people asked what had happened to my arm. I forget
what I told some of them - I take no responsibility for my
own creativity in moments of pain.)
Every so often the calm was broken by a person of youngish
persuasion thrusting a bowl of marbles into my face. These
were, allegedly, jelly beans, but I tasted several during
the evening, and I'd like to place on record that not one
of them tasted even slightly like a bean.
Dress code violations were, as usual, abundant. Although
the leather quotient was lower than usual, Susan was
wearing her torc and velvet traffic-stopper, and Arwen was
modelling a peacock-patterned gown that, she claimed, was
cool and practical. Uh-huh. Alistair was still sporting
the "stroke me!" haircut, and women were still resisting
with all the force of a feather in a wind tunnel. *Sigh* I
saw Charlotte tying Barry R's hair in knots - and,
disturbingly enough, it suited him.
(It has struck me that your chances of getting hugged at an
afpmeet are directly proportional to how good your hair is.
Now that my own hairstyle is tending towards what has
tactfully been described as "academic", I practically have
to ravish people - with a handful of particularly wonderful
exceptions - whereas Alistair has to fight them off, or
would if he wanted to. Orjan, much to my envy, was sporting
his best Viking haircut.)
I saw many others, recognised most of them, but I'm not
going to try to list them here, because that would reveal
which ones I didn't... (I would like to know everyone,
really I would, but my poor shocked brain could only handle
so many conversations in a day.)
It was good to see several generations of afpers there -
from the Eldest Farts I know to some of the Freshest. As
usual, I avoided speaking to most of them. I know I'll
never be one of the Eldar, while the IRCers en mass always
seem to me to radiate a near-impenetrable air of cuddliness.
[3] I'll never have Mole's or Eric's or Peter's talents for
gregarious deviancy, and there are almost no subjects I
actively enjoy geeking.
Meets, in short, just aren't much my scene. Which is a
shame, because I meet the bestest people there.
Shortly before closing time, however, I was lucky enough to
enjoy some quality conversational time with MSN and Eric at
the upstairs bar.
Despite the fact that at least two-thirds of its clientele
was downstairs, the staff of the Green Man refused to
consider opening the downstairs bar. In fact this was no
bad thing, since it gave us all the excuses we needed to
disappear upstairs periodically; and upstairs, unlike down,
was ventilated and growing noticeably cooler as the evening
wore on.
Not long thereafter, the staff started to drop heavy hints
to the effect that we should leave. Things like standing
near the bottom of the stairs and waving their arms
vigorously towards them. We eventually milled, fairly
pointlessly, on the pavement outside, until I despaired of
getting hugs from anyone and struck off into the warm night
to the lonely homestead. Goodnight afp, goodnight pub,
goodnight traffic lights and underground and trains,
goodnight London goodnight everyone, keep in touch. And
I'll see you the next time someone drags me along to one of
these ordeals.
Love to all,
Miq
[1] It's important, after an event of this sort, to
establish who really is higher up the food chain. "Yeah, I
may be in agony, but you should see the *other* fruit..."
[2] Signposting in hospitals must be one of the great
mysteries of our time. I would vent at some length here,
but on reflection perhaps this isn't the time.
[3] Don't get me wrong - there are #afpers I love, and I
can't offhand think of any I don't like - but there's one
thing I'll never share with them. And that's that, AFAIC.
=============
I'll have you know that one of the people I love most in the entire
world spent some years producing said phenomena...any attempt to
exact such a punishment would distress me to the point of violence
[1]
however...pineapples are evil and must be exterminated with extreme
prejudice...and if anyone has pineapples that need exterminating
feel free to send them my way :)
[1] no matter how lousy [2] her taste in men is
[2] from my POV, OK
--
eric - afprelationships in headers
"money can't buy you love, but sometimes dinner
is much more important"
>
>however...pineapples are evil and must be exterminated with extreme
>prejudice...and if anyone has pineapples that need exterminating
>feel free to send them my way :)
>
eric, I would be happy to do so, but somehow they never seem to get
out of my kitchen alive
(Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha)
Carrie
pineapple assasin of some standing, and some sitting& even (when
feeling kinky) some lying down.
Claustorfobia, Goddess of small enclosed spaces such as dressing stalls and phone kiosks.
I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too...
a*hem*...
I'll just get my Bad Karma Sutra,
--
MM
dp
--
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No they aren't! I have never met any evil pineapples! They even go on
pizza![1]
> eric, I would be happy to do so, but somehow they never seem to get
> out of my kitchen alive
Good! They should be eaten. If you can manage them whole, you probably
need to go and see about having your jaws reconnected... :-}
> pineapple assasin of some standing
Good!
>, and some sitting
Still good!
>& even (when feeling kinky) some lying down.
I'm sorry, but given the current tone of the group it's not going to
degrade it much: um, how?
MP (who would reply to Miq's post (the one Karen posted), but is feeling
queasy from the descriptions of thumbs having great chunks missing, and
memories of evil bread rolls...)
[1] Ooooh! Controversial!
oh gods no they are utterly disgusting on pizza. Pineapple DOES NOT
belong on pizza, it is an abomination in that guise.
Olives belong on pizza, even artichokes will go on pizza but NOT
pineapple. spitspitspit.
If Om had intended pineapple to go on pizza he wouldn't have invented
olive groves. So there.
Actually to drag this back to the subject of the thread [even more
controversially] I seem to recall a sad moment where by Orjan, Miq and
myself all sat utterly blankly for a moment trying to remember whether
or not the pineapple was botanically a fruit because none of us could
remember where the seeds came from.
Anyone responding 'from Brazil' will be fined 20p.
>> eric, I would be happy to do so, but somehow they never seem to get
>> out of my kitchen alive
>
>Good! They should be eaten. If you can manage them whole, you probably
>need to go and see about having your jaws reconnected... :-}
eating pineapple = good.
eating pineapple on pizza != good
>MP (who would reply to Miq's post (the one Karen posted), but is feeling
>queasy from the descriptions of thumbs having great chunks missing, and
>memories of evil bread rolls...)
Actually good bread rolls as well, or so I find at times, its terribly
annoying.
>
>[1] Ooooh! Controversial!
Bloody right it is!
whippersnappers, wanting poptarts and jam on their pizza next...
ttfn,
>Carrie Cota wrote:
>>
>> On Wed, 29 Aug 2001 23:19:01 +0100, Eric Jarvis
>> <nos...@last.dircon.co.uk> wrote:
>>
>> >
>> >however...pineapples are evil and must be exterminated with extreme
>> >prejudice...and if anyone has pineapples that need exterminating
>> >feel free to send them my way :)
>
>No they aren't! I have never met any evil pineapples! They even go on
>pizza![1]
>
Well, I am not supposed to have that supreme food of the Goddess:
Pizza. But on those rare occasions that I can sneak one past my kid, I
use up pineapples on Hawaiian Pizza. (1)
>> eric, I would be happy to do so, but somehow they never seem to get
>> out of my kitchen alive
>
>Good! They should be eaten. If you can manage them whole, you probably
>need to go and see about having your jaws reconnected... :-}
>
Nah, I am snakey enough to manage that. :-)
>> pineapple assasin of some standing
>
>Good!
>
>>, and some sitting
>
>Still good!
>
>>& even (when feeling kinky) some lying down.
>
>I'm sorry, but given the current tone of the group it's not going to
>degrade it much: um, how?
>
Well, it involves sharp implements (nyfes) and a cutting board and a
fork. :-)
The rest is left to the reader's imagination.
ttfn,
Carrie
(1) ham * Pineapple, as controversial as they come, unless you want to
talk vegan.
>In article <3B8D8793...@softhome.net>, MP <mpet...@softhome.net>
>writes
>>Carrie Cota wrote:
>>>
>>> On Wed, 29 Aug 2001 23:19:01 +0100, Eric Jarvis
>>> <nos...@last.dircon.co.uk> wrote:
>>>
>>> >
>>> >however...pineapples are evil and must be exterminated with extreme
>>> >prejudice...and if anyone has pineapples that need exterminating
>>> >feel free to send them my way :)
>>
>>No they aren't! I have never met any evil pineapples! They even go on
>>pizza![1]
>>
>
>oh gods no they are utterly disgusting on pizza. Pineapple DOES NOT
>belong on pizza, it is an abomination in that guise.
>
>Olives belong on pizza, even artichokes will go on pizza but NOT
>pineapple. spitspitspit.
>
Artichoke? Artichokes?? The second half of that word is choke. I rest
my case!
>If Om had intended pineapple to go on pizza he wouldn't have invented
>olive groves. So there.
>
Olive go nicely along with the pineapple and ham.
>Actually to drag this back to the subject of the thread [even more
>controversially] I seem to recall a sad moment where by Orjan, Miq and
>myself all sat utterly blankly for a moment trying to remember whether
>or not the pineapple was botanically a fruit because none of us could
>remember where the seeds came from.
>
>Anyone responding 'from Brazil' will be fined 20p.
>
you never said I couldn't mention that they come from Hawai'i,
doncherknow?
>
>eating pineapple = good.
>
>eating pineapple on pizza != good
>
Actually, pineapple helps to digest the grease of the pizza,
naturally.
>
>>
>>[1] Ooooh! Controversial!
>
>Bloody right it is!
>
I respectectfully disagree.
>whippersnappers, wanting poptarts and jam on their pizza next...
>
ttfn,
Carrie
who can certainly do without jam, poptarts and other weird stuff on
pizzas. (like artichokes)
*drool* Pineapples on pizza...mmmmmmmmmmm.....
I find they go especially well with anchovies and feta.
> MP (who would reply to Miq's post (the one Karen posted), but is feeling
> queasy from the descriptions of thumbs having great chunks missing, and
> memories of evil bread rolls...)
Urk. Let's not start on bagels, either...
> [1] Ooooh! Controversial!
Though apparently not as controversial as peanut butter with Muisjes
(sp?) sandwiches, or bran muffins dipped in yoghurt. Yummy!
-Maaike
Actually, a pizza with parma ham (not the spam you get if you ask for ham)
and pinapple, topped with cheddar and buffalo mozarella and a generous
sprinkle of curry powder, served with a big dollop of sauce bearnaise[2], is
quite enjoyable, IME.
Come to think of it, the dish known as pizza is actually a breadbased Irish
stew - you can put in anything you have handy [3].
[1] NMF
[2] To dip the crust in, first, and then spread out over the rest.
[3] Although I personally would take the conservative stance if faced with
the decision in the Irish-stew cooking scene in Three Men In A Boat.
Orjan
NononononoNo!
Hawiaan pizza *lovely* when made properly.
This involves not trying to hide the taste by drowning it in Tomato
Sauce, nor Piling on the ham and abandoning the pineapple, because
then it tastes out of place.
When made right, it's great. When not, it's nasty.
Yours in total sincerity,
Aquarion D'Blue
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Totally agreed 100%. One of the best things (IMO) to do to a Hawaiian
Pizza is to add Pepperoni as well - the pineapple and pepperoni go
together very well (it's a nice contrast of sweet and spicy).
Suzi
...except banananas.
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Pineapple on pizza is foul, a scar on the face of an otherwise
presentable foodstuff. You wouldn't put pineapple on Welsh Rarebit, would
you?
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aquarius: today is your lucky day. sort of. if you like monkeys.
If cooked properly it isn't "dried up" - and it shouldn't be sweetened
tinned pineapple either!
> Pineapple on pizza is foul, a scar on the face of an otherwise
> presentable foodstuff. You wouldn't put pineapple on Welsh Rarebit,
> would you?
Yes.
HTH
HAND
Suzi
Er... Yes.
Yes, I probably would.
:-P
>Aquarion <httpdo...@www.com> posted this...
>> Karen took 67 tacks to pin this to the wall of alt.fan.pratchett
>>
>> >oh gods no they are utterly disgusting on pizza. Pineapple DOES NOT
>> >belong on pizza, it is an abomination in that guise.
>>
>> NononononoNo!
>>
>> Hawiaan pizza *lovely* when made properly.
>>
>What's great is the idea that simply adding pineapple makes these things
>"Hawaiian Style!!!(!!)". Like, oooh, gosh, a dried-up bit of fruit on top
>of this pizza just *transports* you to exotic climes!
Well, I can see the attraction in the UK, where any piece of fruit or
vegetable still containing vitamins can be considered exotic.
Martin Wisse
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>Actually, a pizza with parma ham (not the spam you get if you ask for ham)
Go to a decent butcher's for top quality ham. Some supermarkets have
very good butcher's depts though it depends on the branch rather than
the chain. Sainsbury do a rather nice oak-smoked ham (for some reason
a lot of smoked stuff available in the UK is beech-smoked rather than
oak-smoked. Blech! Beech tastes horrible. Oak smoke is quite nice and
the smoke flavour outdoes the wood flavour).
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Or Safeway. But it has to be Polish ham - Sopocka made by PEK, or
similar. Very little of the English "ham" sold in large chains is worth
eating.
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> Arwen was
> modelling a peacock-patterned gown
A saree
> that, she claimed, was cool and practical. Uh-huh.
It is. What you really want to wear in blistering heat is 8
metres of thin fabric arranged around your body ;-)
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this is afp...not only will people put pineapple on Welsh Rarebit
but somebody out there has chocolate coated the result
I have never heard of either abomination.Your spelling of muisjes is
correct though; they are mostly eaten on beschuit handed out by a newly
made daddy, and come in two varieties: blue&white (ie, boys) and pink&white
(ie girls).
I've never seen them in combination before.
Patrick
> Aquarion <httpdo...@www.com> posted this...
>> Karen took 67 tacks to pin this to the wall of alt.fan.pratchett
>>> oh gods no they are utterly disgusting on pizza. Pineapple DOES NOT
>>> belong on pizza, it is an abomination in that guise.
>> NononononoNo!
>> Hawiaan pizza *lovely* when made properly.
> What's great is the idea that simply adding pineapple makes these
> things "Hawaiian Style!!!(!!)". Like, oooh, gosh, a dried-up bit of
> fruit on top of this pizza just *transports* you to exotic climes!
> Pineapple on pizza is foul, a scar on the face of an otherwise
> presentable foodstuff. You wouldn't put pineapple on Welsh Rarebit,
> would you?
Well, no, as technically I think that makes it Jamaican or something.
:-)
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> Quantum Moth <sc...@mostly.com> wrote in message
>
> > What's great is the idea that simply adding pineapple makes these
> > things "Hawaiian Style!!!(!!)". Like, oooh, gosh, a dried-up bit
> > of fruit on top
> > of this pizza just *transports* you to exotic climes!
>
> If cooked properly it isn't "dried up" - and it shouldn't be sweetened
> tinned pineapple either!
If it's fresh pineapple, however, it's a shame to waste it on a pizza.
It should be eaten pure.
> > Pineapple on pizza is foul, a scar on the face of an otherwise
> > presentable foodstuff. You wouldn't put pineapple on Welsh Rarebit,
> > would you?
>
> Yes.
Undead! Undead!
Richard
> a - a scroll of news from melcha
> Read it? y
>
> >Though apparently not as controversial as peanut butter with Muisjes
> >(sp?) sandwiches, or bran muffins dipped in yoghurt. Yummy!
>
> I have never heard of either abomination.Your spelling of muisjes is
> correct though; they are mostly eaten on beschuit handed out by a newly
> made daddy, and come in two varieties: blue&white (ie, boys) and pink&white
> (ie girls).
She probably means the sugary, brittle, either chemical-fruit- or
aniseed-flavoured kind. I've seen people eat that on peanut butter.
I once knew people who would eat their sandwiches with peanut butter and
sambal. That can't have been healthy.
Richard
Chocolate... coated... Welsh... Rarebit...
Why am I going *ewww* and *mmmmm* at the same time?
Nope, Jamaican pizza is a pattie with mozzarella, saltfish and curry
goat on top :)
HTH
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>> Come to think of it, the dish known as pizza is actually a breadbased
>> Irish stew - you can put in anything you have handy.
>
>...except banananas.
Actually I had banananas on a pizza once. It was on the island of
Vaxholm, Sweden. Curry pizza with banananas. Quite good, I thought.
Mmmm...
Laurabelle
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Yes! Try it at a good Italian! Erm, Jellings (IIRC) in York does a good
one, Frankie and Bennie's do reasonable ones too!
> > This involves not trying to hide the taste by drowning it in Tomato
> > Sauce, nor Piling on the ham and abandoning the pineapple, because
> > then it tastes out of place.
And it _must_ be a thin base! That is vital!
> > When made right, it's great. When not, it's nasty.
But, then again, what isn't?
> Totally agreed 100%. One of the best things (IMO) to do to a Hawaiian
> Pizza is to add Pepperoni as well - the pineapple and pepperoni go
> together very well (it's a nice contrast of sweet and spicy).
This is my favourite pizza! Although I sometimes am slightly extravagant
and add tomato chunks as well, especially if ordering delivery pizza,
because they sometimes dry out too much then.
MP (mouth watering...)
OK, I'm just going to stick my neck out here... :-}
I assume you place the cutting board above your head (well, lying down,
so on the floor where it would be above if you rotated 90 degrees so you
were standing up) and cut over your head. Dangerous, but certainly
possible... :-}
MP (who would personally be worried about cutting his hair off if he
tried it...[1])
[1] MEG, are those pictures up anywhere so people can see what I mean?
:-}
> She probably means the sugary, brittle, either chemical-fruit- or
> aniseed-flavoured kind. I've seen people eat that on peanut butter.
> I once knew people who would eat their sandwiches with peanut butter and
> sambal. That can't have been healthy.
Um... What are muisjes? And why would you make sandwiches out of them?
MP
> I have never heard of either abomination.
You should live closer to the border errrr Limburg. peanutbutter with
salami (for some weird reason it seems that the english call this
peperoni, which is of course italian for pickled green pepper[1].),
rince appelstroom (souer apple syrup) with haring on roggebrood (rye
bread). You name it, they eat it.
The positive side is of course that although we Brabanders act like
we know how to cut a vlaai[2], Limburgers know that it doesn't really
matter; you buy more then anyone could possibly eat and continue
stuffing it into your guests.
> Your spelling of muisjes is
> correct though; they are mostly eaten on beschuit handed out by a newly
> made daddy, and come in two varieties: blue&white (ie, boys) and pink&white
> (ie girls).
There are also the fruit ones. Which taste nothing like fruit but all
the ore of sugar.
Greetings, Eelco
[1] As far as pizza is concerned all you native english speakers
watch your steps on non-english countires and vice versa. The
pepperoni you order might be soemthing else then you expect.
[2] Special kind of cake. Although the origins are the same as that
of pizza (the poor mans food, dough with whatever was left over from
the land) this has taken the form of cake (although a very flat one).
Originally with mainly fruit on it, there are also some other forms.
> Yes! Try it at a good Italian! Erm, Jellings (IIRC) in York does a good
^^^^^^^
> one, Frankie and Bennie's do reasonable ones too!
ObPedant: A _good_ Italian would not be seen dead sellig Hawaiian pizza.
> And it _must_ be a thin base! That is vital!
This is true of all pizza.
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yes please...can I have rice and peas with it?
>I once knew people who would eat their sandwiches with peanut butter and
>sambal. That can't have been healthy.
Sounds a bit like satay sauce.
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Well, that's just typical of the fundamentalist, bigoted, anti-pineapple
attitude of mainstream society. I'd like to state here and now that I
stand four-square behind any consenting adult who wants to put ANY
fruit on their pizza (and, yes, that does include bananas!)
>
>Olives belong on pizza, even artichokes will go on pizza but NOT
>pineapple. spitspitspit.
While not personally enjoying olives on pizza, I accept that other
people may want to do so, and they have a perfect right to
indulge in these actions in the privacy of their own homes (as
long as no children are involved, of course). I would even go so
far as to allow green peppers.[1]
>If Om had intended pineapple to go on pizza he wouldn't have invented
>olive groves. So there.
Ha! Religion rearing its ugly head again, I see. What you people
don't seem to understand is that not all of us choose to live our
lives according to the outmoded dictates of some mythical
supreme being[2].
Diane L.
[1] But not anchovies. Anchovies are a Sin and an Abomination and
deserve to Burn in Hell!!!!!
[2] That's unusual. There seems to be a really big bird up there in
the sky. Almost as big as an eagle. Hang on a minute, it's
dropped someth...[NO CARRIER]
<cries>
I haven't had the *sniff* of a muisje for *years* and I'd even
stopped missing them and stuff and now some *beast*'s reminded me
...
Like a mini aniseed ball.
Mmmm.
Would a cloggie let me know next time they approach Yuckia, I'm
going to go *mad* ...
Jenny, dieting. Food has become a million times more important.
No, the sugary kind I eat with butter. The muisjes I meant were the
chocolate sprinkle thingies.[1][2]
> I once knew people who would eat their sandwiches with peanut butter and
> sambal. That can't have been healthy.
What is sambal?
-Maaike
[1] At least, that's what my grandparents called them. Chocolate
muisjes.
[2] My mother, who was reading over my shoulder, has just informed me
that the muisjes-peanut butter sandwiches were the invention of my
father. She is currently going on about Canadians and their bizarre
sandwiches...
>She probably means the sugary, brittle, either chemical-fruit- or
>aniseed-flavoured kind. I've seen people eat that on peanut butter.
>I once knew people who would eat their sandwiches with peanut butter and
>sambal. That can't have been healthy.
This I know; dutch supermarkets even sell sambal peanut butter these
days. Though I prefer Sandwich spread with Dave's insanity sauce.
>in...@hoekstra-uitgeverij.nl (Richard Bos) wrote in message news:<3b8f387...@news.worldonline.nl>...
><snip muisjes and peanut butter>
>>
>> She probably means the sugary, brittle, either chemical-fruit- or
>> aniseed-flavoured kind. I've seen people eat that on peanut butter.
>
>No, the sugary kind I eat with butter. The muisjes I meant were the
>chocolate sprinkle thingies.[1][2]
>
>> I once knew people who would eat their sandwiches with peanut butter and
>> sambal. That can't have been healthy.
>
>What is sambal?
A hot spice mix, originally from Indonesia.
Martin Wisse
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>Rumour goes that Karen said on Wed, 29 Aug 2001 22:22:45 +0100
>in alt.fan.pratchett....
>
>> Arwen was
>> modelling a peacock-patterned gown
>
>A saree
>
>> that, she claimed, was cool and practical. Uh-huh.
>
>It is. What you really want to wear in blistering heat is 8
>metres of thin fabric arranged around your body ;-)
I'm feeling saree I wasn't there now.
dp
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> in...@hoekstra-uitgeverij.nl (Richard Bos) wrote in message news:<3b8f387...@news.worldonline.nl>...
> <snip muisjes and peanut butter>
> >
> > She probably means the sugary, brittle, either chemical-fruit- or
> > aniseed-flavoured kind. I've seen people eat that on peanut butter.
>
> No, the sugary kind I eat with butter. The muisjes I meant were the
> chocolate sprinkle thingies.[1][2]
Oh, those! I call them "chocoladehagel". Yes, it's amazing what people
will eat on peanut butter, innit?
> > I once knew people who would eat their sandwiches with peanut butter and
> > sambal. That can't have been healthy.
>
> What is sambal?
Mashed Spanish peppers. Or mashed lomboks; IIRC that's another name for
the same thing, and if not, it's very similar.
Richard
> Örjan:
>>
>> Come to think of it, the dish known as pizza is actually a
>> breadbased Irish stew - you can put in anything you have
>> handy.
>
> ...except banananas.
>
Why not bananas? People put pineapple on it, afterall
Cheers
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dAMN, SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY cAPSLOCK KEY
Soft brown sugar ... my Cloggie Opa introduced us to that one ...
has to be crunchy peanut butter though. Only he calls it Nee-But
Putter ...
What, Haagelslaag? Damn, I can't spell that any more. You know what
I mean.
Jenny
Which I have now done, but more of that later on.
Let's start at the beginning, or how I came to be at the Green Man meet
in the first place. It's all the fault of a heavy post-CCDE depression,
coupled with fun on #afp. Then that Ryanair e-mail came in - Brussels[0]
to London for BEF 100, or GBP 1,54, plus taxes. Well, who can say no to
such an offer? So I booked, and after telling my sister Kalinka about it
the next day, she decided she wanted to come as well. Crash space was soon
sorted - thanks again Gideon for putting up with us ;).
Anyways, two weeks later I was in a car to Charleroi Airport, with a
temperature of at least 34C. Car park was full, which it has been since
Ryanair extended their flights from Charleroi. Second car park was
closed, so we had to leave our cars (my sister travelling in her own)
across from the terminal building, on an industrial estate. Mind you,
this is within sight of the main entrance, so I thought it to be safe.
After checking in, we passed through customs into the small terminal,
only to find it doesn't have airconditioning, and it was packed with
people. Only slightly uncomfortable if you have to wait for 30 minutes,
but it turned out our flight was delayed by just over an hour, and so we
had to wait about 90 minutes in the heat. When the plane finally
arrived, we were glad we could board - and that the plane had a working
airco.
The flight itself was a bit bumpy - due to passing thunderstorms, which
had caused the delay in the first place - and on arrival at Stansted, we
were greeted by a wonderful cooling drizzle. I've not been so glad to
see rain in quite some time, but this time I didn't mind *at*all*.
As we only had hand luggage on us, we passed customs quickly, just
missing the train to London by about a minute. So we took the next one,
thirty minutes later, to be greeted by Gideon at Liverpool Street
station. After a quick freshening up at his place, off we went to the
Green Man. By bus, as my sister is a bit claustrophobic[1].
On arrival, we were instantly greeted by a half gazebo of afpers at the
top bar, including Supermouse and iirc Karen. Down we went, into a quite
sizeable crowd. As Miq pointed out, they weren't flocking to the high
part this time, which got me slightly confused - was this the right
meet? Later in the evening, this would be rectified, though <g>.
The rest of the meet disappears into a happy haze for me. I remember
doing a round introducing my sister, having loads of conversations with
loads of people, enormous fun, good food, very good Directors (though
the pub ran out halfway through the night - something afpmeets are very
good at <g>), more fun, a nice back rub, another beer, until it was time
to go. Well it wasn't as far as the meet was concerned, but an offer to
declare the pub dutch territory was refused by the personnell, and we
had to leave.
Outside, it was time for good byes, which were accompanied by a mass
hugging, and then off we went. Due to the time, we had to take a tube
back home to Gideons, and we managed to get Kalinka into the tube. She
managed to grip herself alright, until we got to leave the underground,
and her ticket got stuck in the barrier. Thankfully, the assistant was
there quickly, and we were able to get her out and calm down.
A well deserved whisky accompanied by some small talk and a bit of dvd
watching, and we went to bed.
Next day started by Gideon explaining the concept of watching sunspots
with a looking glass and a white piece of paper to me. This was followed
by bread products as breakfast, including nice Strawberry & Champagne
jam[2]. Shortly afterward we said goodbyes, and took the bus to
Embankment, where we wanted to get some second hand books.
Though it was already past 11 when we arrived, there were only two
stalls there, so we weren't able to find more than two books, which
Kalinka wanted to bring as a present to her boy friend. A quick stroll
past the London Eye showed there was no chance of doing that - too many
bloody tourists <g>[3]. So we went down to Oxford street for some more
shopping.
The flight back was on time, until the landing, which the pilot had to
attempt twice - he was much too fast on the approach the first time, and
didn't have his flaps out. The second time went much better, though -
unfortunately, he later told the passengers that the restart had to do
with 'a changed runway' - which was plain untrue.
Anyways, I was in a happy mood coming out of the airport, but this
didn't last long. On arrival at my car I noticed that both the rear
right and front left windows were broken. Nothing had been stolen, but
there was so much glass in the car that driving was out of the question.
Luckily there's a Gendarmerie in the Airport, and all five policemen
were very helpful. We were able to get an appointment at a local place
to get new temporary windows, and the necessary papers for the insurance
company. All in all, including all the waiting, it took about three
hours to get off. As it's a company car, most of the damage is covered
by the insurance and the lease company, but it was the time, and the
memories, that really took to me.
So, back home, it took another couple of days sorting stuff out. New
windows, getting papers to the correct companies, all that whilst also
arranging a new job, which I'll start November 1st. Ah well, all in all
it was a good meet.
Patrick Dersjant
[0] Well, Brussels South, aka CRL, aka Charleroi. Slightly south of
Brussels, in fact almost in France. Nice leetle airport though.
[1] Possibly more than a bit. Probably even quite a lot.
[2] Tescos, recommended.
[3] I didn't mind too much - I'm a bit scared of heights[1].