Have you heard of War Horse? It’s a book, that was turned into a play, that was turned into a film.
My wife (she of the always original, always excellent birthday gifts), treated me to a visit to the New London Theatre (which is at least 40 years old) to see the play.
Amazing. Its about a horse and a boy that end up on the front line in World War I. The boy was played by a boy. Not surprising. But the horse was played by two actors manipulating a massive horse shaped frame; they were brilliant – they made the contraption move like a horse and you actually forgot you weren’t watching an actual horse.
But naturally this blurb is not about the play, the horse, or my 34th birthday (ha! ha!). No this was about the intermission refreshments.
Now the wife is not only an excellent picker of surprises, she also has a handy knack of picking perfect seats; right by the exit, which was right by the loos, which were right by the stairs, which led right to the bar. Perfect! And that’s where we headed at half-time. To purchase this…
Previously on ‘Around the World in 80 Beers‘…
…it was commented that the US produces many beverages superior to Budweiser. Samuel Adams was suggested. So was PBR. Amazingly I found some Sam Adams in a corner of the local supermarket here in the UK. So I thought I’d put it to the test against the old enemy – Russia!
Guess what. I’ve got a lot of ham left over from the festive season so expect to see ham-related recipes. Here’s the first. Pea and ham soup. This classic dish originated on the high seas when sailors would boil up dried peas with salt pork and was originally known as pease pudding.
Also, for those of you familiar with southern England, it was served to convicts in the village of Pease Pottage travelling to port to be dispatched to Australia. England’s great – who would have thought pea soup had a heritage like that?
Do you read as much as you used to? When I was younger (i.e. 15 rather than the 30, sorry 40, that I am now) I was a vociferous reader and my favourite author was Stephen King. This was back in the 1980s – I had a nice back catalogue waiting for me – Carrie, ‘Salem’s Lot, The Shining – to get through first, and then I read them as he published them – Christine Cujo, Pet Sematary, etc.
Then he published ‘It’ and it started going wrong. I mean 1100 pages and the bad guy is a giant spider? Come on! So my interest waned and off I went to University and forgot all about Mr King.
In fact the last thing I read of his for the next 20 plus years was Misery. Fast forward to the end of 2011 and I opened this Christmas gift:
Surrey – nice, pleasant; Home County. Ten or so miles from Central London. Nothing nasty in Surrey. Except tonight. Tonight the dead rise, the dervishes scream and the stench of death hangs heavy in the air. Also a rather unpleasant spider appeared on our quaintly dilapidated doorstep:
The hairy arachnid had a taste for russet brown paint