You know the other day when I said it wasn’t people but life that pisses me off! Well today has been ANOTHER revelation. On my usual road trip to coffeesville I came across the older generation again, the older generation with vehicles (I won’t call them cars as that would be an embarrassment to actual cars) now these old people look through their windscreens with no idea what they are looking for. Granted they may have passed (I say MAY) because back in the day I think all you had to do was drive forward then back. Anything faster than a three legged amble along the soft fruit aisle in morrisons is a blur! And that’s the first rub!
These old fuckers have little (or less) to do with their time than me! (But at least I get a bit of fresh air and brain exercise when I go out) and have become a danger in the roads. Not just for myself on a bike (even in me Land Rover) but for young mothers pushing children in buggies AT RED LIGHTS. These illuminated STOP signs mean fuck all to the elderly! No, it’s NOT their right to do as they please because they’ve earned it! NO a well meaning smile and a coy wave will not cover the fact they have nearly ended a young family’s life!
And worse than that, if they aren’t careering around the Tarmac causing havoc wherever they go, they are standing on the edge of the pavement waiting to pounce on unsuspecting motorists at the most Inopportune moment! I know I shouldn’t bash on about the aged! But come on! Get a grip! Look around, be aware of what you are inflicting onto the generation who are superseding you! I’m not saying stay indoors (good god that’s a punishment) but I’m saying think about the consequences of your actions in the big wild world!
Anyhoo! Fuck it! What I wanted to mention was the plate of food above. Now my man used to make this for us waaaaay back in the day. And I mean when I was in my teens and early twenties (I think that was the last time I had it) me dad used to insist on getting the newest ‘Jersey Royals’ for the dish. (As soon as they came out the ground) some Spring cabbage and the unforgettable aroma of smoked bacon frying in the pan. I was taken back to the days of me mother standing at the electric ringed cooker with her glasses (and the Windows) steamed up through the he boiling pans. The smell of the cabbage (with bicarb) added and the sizzling of the bacon. This was yesterday to me. My house smelled of my youth. It looked like the kitchen of me mother again. The pots and pans doing their best to invoke long lost thoughts. If this was a ‘sexy’ dish, I just brought sexy back. Have a lovely weekend guys and girls X
Dec247h 