From her lair deep in the wilds of Berkshire in Britishland, Mrs. Sorenson (a.k.a. “The Catholic” on these pages) sends me the following Bad Things:
…and The Royal Berkshire Shooting School:
I’d sell my first-born to go Over There to partake of both but the Son&Heir, no doubt sensing my plans for his future, has been making himself scarce of late so I’m thwarted at every turn.
What makes it worse is that I was a guest of the Sorensons at RBSS many years ago, and it was spectacular fun. Here I am, shooting the leaves off the tops of the trees:
…and here’s Mrs. Sor, firing a shotgun for the first time in her life:
Note the close personal attention, a reassuring hand placed on her shoulder by young Jason, her instructor. (We had to drag her out of there, unsurprisingly.)
I am not exaggerating when I say that if I had the moolah, I would repeat that exercise at least once a year for the rest of my life — as well as going to the Barbury School in Wiltshire in the company of Mr. Free Market (as per my last visit Over There):
And to return to the very first pic: I’ve never tasted Sweeney Todd’s pies.
Maybe next year, when the Chinkvirus bullshit has disappeared… [sigh]
Shame the RBSS were refused the underground rifle range, and fly fishing lakes a couple of years ago…they both would’ve made it even better.
In Eugene Oregon, we have Cousin Jack’s Pasty company.
Which versions would you like me to sample?
Pasties are awful: they always contain vegetables: filth like carrots and [shudder] celery.
My Father was a tad eccentric. He would not allow “dirty” food on the table, nor in the house. One of the very “dirty” foods was onion. Yet he would arrange for my lunch from the school tuck-shop to be a pastie.
I think the reason is that he was aware of what went into a pie in the 1940s. All sorts of things were classed as meat that now go into tins of dog-food. (Thank God for the Dog)
In the argot of Oz, we often called a pie a “mystery bag” (Apart from the pastry, who knew what they were eating) !
A pasty has its place in the food chain. ( Two pasties have their place elsewhere)
A little Pshoppin’ for you Kim.
https://thecenterpunch.blogspot.com/2020/09/shootin.html
The ‘chink virus’ will continue as long as media and politicians are immune from water-boarding.