Oh that fat fuck. I swear to god, I spent a week watching Sorted videos and I honestly wanted to reach through the screen every time that smug English dickhead pranced on-screen to punch him repeatedly.  He can jump in the same vat of boiling oil as Jamie Oliver, the odious dribblepiss.

Jamie Oliver needs to jump into a deep fat fryer.  That odious fat fuck’s starting to work my last nerve.

I’m sure some slack-jaw Youtube “Chef” will remedy that for you. And add that most American of ingredients - cheese. After all, as they say at Buzzfeed - cheese equals flavour!

Another Valencia fan-boy here. Too often people overlook this gorgeous wee city in favour of it’s neighbour, Barcelona, to the north. Well, I say “neighbour” - it’s 300 or so km to the north. And there’s a couple of towns in the way, but still...Valencia is amazing. 

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It’s the Torygraph.  They’re all inbred racist pricks on that newspaper.  They should all be burned at the stake.

So this season’s overriding theme was corruption. Gotcha. I wonder if that’s why they brought the Orisha in. The Orisha are meant to guide humans towards living a good life - wonder if their overall aim is to guide the key players like Laura (via Bilquis), Shadow and Bilquis herself towards doing the right thing. And…

People, you need chicken tikka masala in your lives. Yes, butter chicken is the bomb, but, seriously, chicken tikka masala is apparently my country’s national dish (wahey!) and it’s a gateway drug to Indian food. You need this and you need it now...and this recipe is BBC Good Food (so you know it’ll work, unlike…

FIrstly - the link issue is because Kinja is a piece of hot, steaming, sprinkle-laden shite.

Kit Kat’s have an interesting pre-ZOMIGODLOOKATTHISNEWCRAZYTHINGFROMJAPAN, you know. During the Second World War the packaging and flavour changed from the original red to blue and the chocolate changed from milk to plain (plain chocolate Kit Kats can still be had and they’re scrumptious). Not to mention they’ve had…

*offers cake*

That, o-blogger-who-can’t-be-arsed-doing-research, is a lady getting her wig puffed. Go back to the 17th Century and it was quite common, especially amongst the idiots in the French Court who would get their wigs puffed - or have their wigs dusted with ground up starch (I believe) mixed with aromatic oils or…

It can’t be ignored in my area that a number of the fast food giants who didn’t do home delivery suffered immensely in 2020. I’m not joking there, by the way. Up until about, oh, a month ago if you wanted a Big Mac and you didn’t want to go into the restaurant you’d have to rely on drive-throughs and those aren’t…

I’d go frozen over fresh any day. The only reason being is that frozen peas are just as good as fresh. Tinned...nyaaaargh. I don’t know if you’ve heard of marrowfat peas but oh dear god, those were the bane of my childhood and countless grotty school dinners. The only thing those fuckers are good for it making mushy…

Hell yes to frozen spinach. My favourite breakfast is toast, scrambled eggs, bacon (proper bacon, none of that brittle plastic shite) and spinach. Oh, and HP sauce. Just take out two spinach blocks (they literally are blocks. You could pop one in a sock and use it to brain one of your neighbours!), pop into a…

The first person to say “kale” is going to get jettisoned with a rocket up their rear passage aimed directly at the sun. Arthur C Clarke once said that the good thing about curating a database of living organisms to colonise a new world (long story - read The Songs of Distant Earth to understand) is that you get to…

No dear, like Ellie and Lawrence I’m Scottish!

Unless it has thirty minutes of Mara Wilson exclaiming “I can’t work with these fuckers!  Fuck this!  Fuck this shit!” I’m not interested, ta.

And I must admit I’m loving the Heinz & Tayce love-in with the beans. Michelle Visage even got in on it with her cheesy bean bake (which I made for Mr Biblioteca as I find baked beans to be Satanic in smell and look)!