Avaunt

Shit I hate when that happens. I hope you had a good time man even if the weather was shit and you had to cut it short due to work.

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Thank you kind sir.

OK

Yesterday, I was writing about how my Girlfriend and I spent the rainy days by teaching each other new ways to cook fish. And I wrote out

The recipe for Tiggers Crispy Fritters. Serves two*

Cup of finely diced fish (or mussells, oysters, etc )

4 tblspns of fine white flour

1/2 tspn of baking powder

1/2 tspn of finely cut, almost ground, parsley

glass of beer

half a small onion, finely diced ( or shallots, chives etc )

An interesting taste, finely diced. You could use nuts, ginger, olives, pineapple, just something to vary the taste. I always have a couple of small amounts of different tastes, only need a teaspoon full of each.

salt, pepper, to taste.

Fine olive oil. The finer the better. Stuff you would happily drink. Please don't come complaining to me of a machine oil taste, if you penny pinch this ingredient.

You need a flat bottom frypan, large is best

two mixing bowls

whisk

fishslice

large cooking spoon

Serving tongs

serving plate with some kitchen paper on it.

OK. You start out by making your batter. put about 1/3 the beer in the large bwl, and add most of the flour to it, slowly whisking it in, don't make lumps.

Add baking powder.

keep adding flour, and beer, till you have all the flour mixed. then thin the mixture till it is runny enough that it will run off a tipped spoon, and leave the spoon with a thin even coat on it. hard to explain. Try, and vary the consistence till you make crispy fritters. You then drink the excess beer !.

;)

Put about half into the second bowl. add your fish, FINELY diced onion, little bit of parsley and salt to taste.

When you are ready, cover the bottom of your frypan with a half an inch of oil, and heat it till it smokes. Too hot, and you burn the oil and ruin it, too cold, and your fritters won't form properly.

Add a Spoonful of the mixture, pouring in a smooth action from the tip of the spoon. The oil should crakle like it means business.

(this is the point where you strive for pleasing shape. If you have the consistence perfect, the batter will spread out in an even circle, and if you have the HEAT perfect, it will solidify when it is an even thickness. Experiment.)

Depending on your pan size, add some more fritters. If you add too many, you steal too much heat, too fast, and they won't go golden brown when they cook. Too FEW, how ever, and your oil will burn.

Cook till you see the edge begin to go golden, then turn over.

We want the fritter to be crispy, but the fish not to dry out. Take them out with the tongs in a stack, and hold them edge on over the oil, to let them drip, then lay them on the paper. When the oil smokes again, add some more mixture.

When you feel you want a change of taste, flick in your little preprepared pile of flavour. Add batter and fish, as you use it up, of course.

Serve with tarter sauce, or a slice of lemon.

If you make a heap at once, and (making sure you drain the oil off completely,don't want to hand out any heart attacks, eh?. ) crispy them a little more than normal, you can freak people out, when you sit down to watch "The big game" by handing around home made fritter chips. And dipping sauce. Don't refrigirate, of course.

Now, forgive me if you thoght i was too explicit in my instructions. If not to say pedantic :wink:

I was thinking that people might like to try it, but not be confident in a kitchen environment. . . . . .

:rolleyes:

Well, alright then. Actually, thats just me, my family think it's because I think everyone else is stupid. It isn't, it is that I KNOW I am, when it comes to following directions, so I try to make it clear.

OK.

Taiwangirl fish stew !.

Fillets of fish, one per person/4 per taiwan eating machine

half an onion cut rings, per person

a couple of gerkins, cut into quarters.

Flour

salt

pepper or spice to suit

1/4 cup of oil

large frypan with lid

1/2 cup of water

1/4 tspn of sugar

Flour the fillets ( means to cover them in flour, and shake off the excess. it is really just a dusting, seals the surface. )

Salt and spice them to taste.

Fry your fillets in the oil, till they begn to brown. You don't want to cook them completely, just brown them, on bth sides.

When you have, you can tip off the oil, if you wish. Or leave it, doesn't seem to make much difference.

Add the rest of the ingredients , cover frypan, and leave to cook for 5 minues, on a simering heat.

Serve on a bed of rice.

Seems bloody simple, written down, and it IS damned quick. It was a very very tasty change from our usual fried fish fillets.

Well thats all we have time for this week, kiddes. "Happy eating"

* or one, if one of you is an eating machine disguised as a taiwan girl.

(Don't know about you, Ben, but I appreciate attention like that even though I'm straight, it's a great compliment. I had no problem flirting with gay men when I was single, although I tried not to take it too far because I didn't want to piss anyone off by not following through.)

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Flattered indeed, I only posted my disappointment because I got shot down for Red. Bloody handsome bastard!

 

 

I'm always up for more truth :)

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OK. Whats the worst thing you have done to a visitor to Christchurch, simply because you found out he was a JAFFA?.

:p

Hey, Thanks Charlie K. You rock!.

Avaunt, if you get 'er scanned then when you hit the reply key there's a button for, whatsit, add file or "browse." Click browse, find the pic on your hard drive, click open and, if it's not too big, there it is. Otherwise you could use tinypic.com and give us the URL.

 

That make sense at all?

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Like that?. The pleasant young man, who I am fabulously proud of, is my sisters son. The pile of fish, some snapper, but mostly Blue Mao mao, is a typical haul from Great Barrier island. There was only the two of us in the boat, so we came back when we reached the "And of fin fish in total amount, not more than twenty fin fish per person in the vessel"

The background of the shot is of the valley that French road runs up, if you look on a map. However, it is all fictional, as far as roadbed, it is actually streambed. Those mountains are called "Whitecliffs" and one hundred years and more ago, there were houses, and a town up around there, ( the town had THREE pubs, one of the pubs had a 12 foot billards table, made in ENGLAND don't you doubt it, and there were 4 knocking shops !. See any sign of it now?.) no trees at ALL, and twenty or so goldmines in the cliffs. The dense tree cover you see, is the tops of 20 to 30 foot high Manuka and Kanuka. Moral of the story?. Greenies, don't fool yourselves so hard, the trees come back, right in the face of any industry people can strive for.

We take our water from the creek, and drink it unfiltered. ( He is such a lovely boy, what a smile. this was taken at least 5 years ago, and he has rather less hair now. ;) )

The other photo is our families home, back yard in winter. That's Mt Wellington which has three cones, from repeated eurptions in about 800 bc. top is 300 or so feet above sea level. the tamaki river is close to the foot of it.

Now, lets see if this works.

I've been my present height (1.80 m) ever since I was 14.

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I lurve me some tall ladies... :D

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sethos are you up for something?.

Yeah, Avaunt, I think you need to upgrade your glasses :D

 

Wolvy: What's the most overly enthusiastic silly geek fanboy thing you've ever done?

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I got pizza grease on my beer googles, tonight.

;)

Why are there little fighterplanes docked in the roses you offer Maddi?. :wacko:

Rogan, all class mate, all class. What does it say under "cheer up pooka"?

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"Inca - i am coming for you"

 

 

no, really.

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Shit a crazy naked Serb is coming for me. What have I done to deserve this?

 

I have a truth question open to everyone.

 

Have you ever go so drunk that you've thrown up in someone else's mouth whilst kissing them? or similar shit to that.

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I was completely drunk, sick drunk, once and sleeping in the backseat of my mates car, after a party once. He lived in a CUPBOARD (an alclove that was 5 feet deep by 3 feet wide, seriously) in a very crowded flat we used to visit to get badly drunken in. He didn't know I was in his car, and opened the back door with his free hand, while dragging the pants off his stupid and ugly fat girlfriend. Preparatory to rooting her, where I lay. I woke up, looked up too quickly, and spewed out the door, splashing their feet. And she bent down to grab her shorts. Stappled to my eyelids, for weeks, was an image of her filthy pasty fat cellulite wobbling arse, white in the streetlight.

On a similar bent, I once allowed a drunk girl to nob me off. I was so drunk myself, that when she gagged, and poured about twenty malibu and milks into my lap, I spewed all over myself, and her.

Lovely !.

Was that what you meant, old chap?.

Check your PM.

 

also - this repairman thing sound like those cliche scenes in porn flicks...

 

Maddi : Oooh, i am SOOO cold. Whatever will i do now?

 

Repairman (enters the room) : Perhaps i can help you?

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The last repair man who came round was a midget in comparison to my lofty height. And kinda old and bald.

 

Eww.

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lOL We're all the same hight in bed, remember !. And old gross people need to bump uglies too !.

I will take a truth !.

(Wouldn't Rogan have had to use SOMEONE ELSES' hat, if it were a Double-dare?.)

Like - Rogan walks out the door as a suitably titfered stranger walks past, pinches the hat and hands over his camera. " Excuse me, would you please take my Photograph, madam ? "

LOL

" Are you looking at ME ?"

As they say, in the movies.

What an excellent series of movies, weren't we so bloody lucky?. I just can't wait for someone to make "To your scattered bodies go" with the same dedication and effort.

This is my lovely view from the back room where my PC is. Lovely, innit? So, what can you see?

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WOW Pooka. You must live REALLY far to the north, eh?. If those Sat Dishes on your neighbours walls are looking at at a geo-stationary satellite, you must be in the ARTIC CIRCLE !.

If I scan a photo of my backyard, can I post it here?. We got a VOLCANO in OUR backyard.

We have Magpies here, too. And we have tamed some of them, to feed out of our hands, they will hop up onto your wrist, and eat, if you are persistant. We also have a bird in New Zealand, called a Tui. Also black and white. And the resident male Tui on our side of the Volcano, has fallen deeply in love with the female Magpie that visits our place. He follows her like a little shadow, less than half her size. She files down to get her tucker, and he sits in the tree, singing away to her. And divebombing, VICIOUSLY, her ACTUAL husband.

Which is a bit of a turnaround for the magpie, he normally drives off everything, they often mob and drive away the hawk that lives nearby. When it's tucker time, he flies down besides "mum" and CRACK, Mr Tui belts him one. And strangely, though it has been happening since spring (says my Dad) the magpie never remembers it's about to happen, each time looks to be a hurtful suprise to him.

We used to have a Cock Pheasent tamed too. One winter my Dad saw this bedaggled looking male Pheasent scratching about up on the side of the hill, and sent me up with some museli to scatter around. We just brought it closer and closer, till he would fly straight over the back fence going " Tol tol tolll ", "Wheres my Toast and Jam ".

He ended up a massive big bird, lived for years and years, and effortlessly rooted all the girly birds that were in the area, because he was twice the size of any challnger.

Someone talk the silly Kiwi through posting a photo here, please?.

Have fun dude!

 

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FUCK ! ! ! ! !

I just posted( or tried to) a massive long recipe and message to you guys, and I hit the wrong bloody key, didn't I?.

BUGGER !

I caught only a few fish. Picked some Mussels and oysters off the rocks. Saw some dolphins. Spent most of the trip inside, because of horrible weather. Had to cut it short because of work.

:unsure:

That looked SOOOOO much better a post, a few minutes ago.

Will re-write the recipe later, if i get time.

TMWRNJ: Acronym for the TV series This Morning With Richard Not Judy.

 

Explaining the meaning of that title is a long story though suffice to say that it was oiften shortened to TMWRNJ which was pronounced kinda like

 

TumWrenJer

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And in one of those strange twists of fate, as any New Zealander will tell you, We had "This afternoon with Judy, but not with Richard" down here.

We had a LONG time TV News Frontspeople Duo of Richard Long and Judy Bailey on the National TV channel. It SUITED Grandma and Grandpa to have them read the news, day in , Year out. " There was a Typhoon in the Phillipines Today " says Our Judy. Richard looks out into viewerland at the people eating their tea, and he looks concerned, and a little sad " Ohh Ahh, it be a TRAGEDY then " says Dad. "Doesn't Judys HAIR look lovely" says mum.

Then the nasty bean counters did the numbers, and found that they didn't NEED Richard, and he got the arse.

Yours sounds like a DELIBERATE work of comedy, eh?.

;)

I will listen to the interview, if it is still available. That's what I like about you guys, always finding interesting ways and topics for me to fritter my life away on. :p

This jay nova looks like an asshole.  Check out his shitty "wall of fame".

http://www.jaynova.com/music/nova1.htm

Appearently, he thinks drummers have their own language.  He also thinks we give a shit.

 

This jaynova digs "car audio", which is funny.  My car is a 1982 Mercury Zephyr with the original shit stereo.

http://forums.caraudio.com/vb/member.php?u=6189

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Foo eh boy, yous got youself a sweet as car, fulla. Can you crack the ton in it, man?. Yous wants ta drop it inta "Maori overdrive" sometime, see what she can really do, eh?. :p

So nobody's fallin' for that "up to the store" shit are they? Ha! That's just my style too. I remember being at a friend's family party and me and some other dudes all filed into this car like, "We're goin' to get more ice." Ha, we came back high as kites and forgot to get the ice at all. The jig was up!

 

Anways, as it stands I don't think I could get my li'l nephew stoned. His ma, and my ma, would not be fucking pleased.

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LOL. I was at a birthday party once, with my twin, and our sisters son. Nephew was about 18 (not the legal age to drink in New Zealand at the time in question)at the time, but I can remember Lance and I freaking out, when we found him with a beer in one hand, and a CIGAR in the other. Hurried debate as to what we should do " We ought to tell him to put it out, or his mother will skin us alive when she finds out " says I. " FUCK HIS MOTHER," says Lance, " OUR MOTHER will kill us both dead, if we don't take that cigar away from him ".

We didn't want to opress the little bloke ( two inches taller than me, at the time, could probably pick me up over his head , but I used to change his nappies, so he is a little bloke ) so we went in and said, " Ok, give your uncles the cigar, and we will give you this nice crinkly bank note ". He chulckled and swapped.

It was a status thing with him, I think, cause he only smoke the Electric Puha now.

Your son /nephew looks like a jolly little guy, fellas. Happy men, eh?.

:)

I think it's the way to have kids, eh Lou?. Farm out the expense to your siblings

. Besides she's hot and for some that's what matters.

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Eye, us shallow people, eh?.

:wink:

Moore was a lousy Bond, but an excellent Saint... afterwards they brought some gay-looking fellow who ruined the tv show for me...

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Hey, cool, you have seen "The Saint" ?. Ever read any of the books, Rogan?.

I really liked him, when I was young. I still like the memory, of his friend Kent smiling and holding the evil at bay, with an empty pistol. Rose to the occasion, and laughed at death. Cool.

Well thats a shame. I love history, and when they get a good run at a historical event, I really get into the feel. YEARS and YEARS ago, when I was just a little fella indeed, the BBC had a TV programme about Parliament, I can't remember what it was called, maybe "The Palaces" ?. And it was a mind blower, real history, as it was beaten into shape.

I don't know why it interests me so much.

I thought Troy was so-so history wise, but a morsel is better than dust, to a starving man.

The best thing I saw recently, was the European mini-series of Ulysses, very true to the book, like where he had the actual sacrifice to perform in tartarus, and had to beat back the ghosts of his friends and heros. The sort of thing an AMERICAN production would simply drop, no questions asked.

What I missed from it, was him carrying an oar away into the sands of Nubia, till someone asked him "Man, where are you going with that winnowing fan on your shoulder". That line in the book always appealed to me, so much. :huh: :p

Again perhaps I'm just getting old, but that song as well as the songs I heard from the last No Doubt album all sound as if they're trying too hard to sound like something from the mid-80s.  And the songs don't sound like they're finished, more like polished demos.  Shame 'cos I really dig that "Return of Saturn" album.

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She's a Singer?

What all the kids are playing these days.

 

http://www.geekfocus.com/content/blogcategory/7/43/

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What a shame, I can't get "Notcricket" sounds like mi sort of thing.

On the page you gave us before, there is this one, which is very good fun, with a friend.

http://www.blibs.com/rytrix/flash/ultimatestickfighting.html

hah! when my emotional control transmitter is complete, the whole world will feel like me, and then we'll see who's not normal!

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You know, Rogan has not been on here so much lately (My forte, stating the bleeding obvious) . And thinking about times friends of mine have abandoned long set habits before, . . . . . . . Do you think he has a GIRLFRIEND suddenly?.

;)

:)

Hope so, mate.

Again, I don't get it.

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lol. He was being a big tease. All the "Views" of this thread?. From perverts like me, hurting bad to look at more pics of Gwen and her Japanese darlings. :p

I partly agree with him, though he ought to have expanded on the thought, "Can fuck right off . . .away for people that have no taste, and head on down to Auckland, New Zealand, where they have a willing-slave-in-waiting."

:)

Nah, a million blokes have probably bothered J.K. when he was trying to have a beer with his workmates. An AWSOME story would have been if ( I was about 21 at the time, I think) I had of been cool enough to have simply smiled at him, and let him have his beer in peace.

I wince now, when i think of it. Except that I still feel the sense of awe, turning around and it wasn't his voice frm a TV, but actually J.K. standing on the same patch of floor as I was. :closedeyes: AMEN.

When you think of it, we have a smallish population, and LOTS of Rugby players, so it is natural that we run into one or two.

One of the Waikato team, of about ten years ago, was an A.B. ( Artificial Breeding , for you foreigners ;) ) tech, used to come shove his hand up my Brothers herd of cows, when it was time to impregnate them. My brother peter KNEW, that as an Aucklander, I wouldn't recognise a MooLoo player, so he got me talking about rugby in front of the guy. And sure as eggs, I started pointing out how much we (Auckland) had hammered the Mooloos the previous week, and how it was only the south island provincialism that kept so many Aucklanders off the All Blacks team, "Why, they ought to just name the whole Auckland side as the All Blacks, and be done with it." says I. :icon_redface:

And the whole time, this BIG FIT bloke, was sure I must KNOW he was a Mooloo, and that he hadn't made the All Blacks yet. So he thought I was a real twat, and no mistake. I am lucky he didn't give me a thumping. Peter didn't tell me till the guy had left. Big joke thinks Peter, the idiot.

I was playing against Phillip Scofield (this will mean fuck all to you non-Brits).

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EXCEPT us KIWI Non-Brits, because WE are to blame for mr scolfield. ;)

I made John Kirwan Blush once. lol. More "World Famous in New Zealand" Sportsmen, eh mr Meaner?. ;)

I heard his voice, and turned around, and he, Sean Fitzpatrick, Olo Brown, and Zinzan were standing besides me at the bar. I reached behind me, thinking to nudge my mate, and said " Gods walk the earth with us ", just as I realised the guy I was shaking by the elbow, and "whispering" to, was Terry Wright, who had stepped between me and my friend.

Wright said, "hey, "god", one of your fan club here, say something nice to him ".

And Kirwan was very nice, but embarrassed because Fitzpatrick was Grinning at him.

Sean Fitzpatrick worked for Coca Cola, on promotions, and my Aunt was his "Boss" there, so I met him a few times at her house, sadly once at her funeral. I never thought much of "Fitzy" though, because he was a dirty player, which i have no time for, so I never spoke to him much.

I met David Campese too, but anyone wants to buy a coffee or a postcard, and is in "the Rocks" area of Sydney, can do that, because he runs a shop down there now. Very friendly, happy man, I thought.

My Twin brother, is a fire alarm tech, and his company used to do the alarms at the Henderson film studio that made the Hercules and Zena programmes. So he met Kevin Sorbo, and Lucy Lawless, et al, and made quite good friends with a lot of the people there. One day I was walking along Fort st, in the city, and this monsterous big (beautiful) female smiled at me, and said, "Hi, how are you."

I was SURE I would have remembered meeting her before, quite pretty, but AMAZING personality flashing out. So knew it was a Lance friend. This is a regular thing for a twin as you can guess, so we have a stock, " Fine thanks, I think you may have mistaken me for my TWIN ". She thought I was joking, and Lance. And I said, "oh, no, here's my library card." as i so often have to do.

She sort of accepted that, but was amazed and inclinded to suspect a joke " Why wouldn't he have told everyone about you, when he told us about his twin sons? ".

"Well, I don't know why, you better ask him , where did you meet him, anyway " She looked strangely at me. "He does our fire alarms."

"Oh, of course. Well, gidday, mate" says I. And it wasn't till she laughed, and offered to shake my hand goodbye , that I realised who she was. And she said "Wow, it's true eh, cause you just realised who I am." She was quite amused and gave Lance some ribbing over it.

I also met Grant Dalton and Russell Coutts through Lance, same deal, the fire alarms have a pager built in, and one night while we were playing pool, the Team New Zealand Base ( Americas Cup team ) alarm went off. His job was to go rest them, after the fire service gave the all clear. And it was Coutts that set it off, looking for the fuses for the security alarms. They were quite nice, and told us to come back the next day for a tour. Dalton lives in Auckland now still, hell of a nice guy.

Alright quickly from left to right: most of the USA, Canada (just the Vancouver area so far), Numerous trip to Mexico (mostly from Mexico City south to Oaxaca and Tapachula), Guatemala, El Salvador, Peru, The U.K., Ireland, France, Spain, Portugal, The Netherlands, passed through Brussels, Germany (really just a really long lay-over in Frankfurt-such a dull city), Italy, Greece, Turkey, Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, Israel, Egypt, Cyprus, Morrocco, China, Indonesia (just Sumatra & Java), Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, The U.S.S.R. (in 1986 when it still was Communist), and Japan.

 

Of course this has been throughout the years and some places I've visited more than once (mostly in Europe and the Middle East) and Inshallah I still have many more places to visit.  A three month trip through Southern South America is something I'm seriously thinking about at the moment.

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Airline pilot?. Wow.

What is the place you dream about, Andy?.