If You're Chillin' - An Síbín Reoite

candide wrote:

You are a scholar and a gentleman Johnfás, even if it's Bollinger. Let me find another glass.....

Recession - what recession....

Tried that with a couple of bottles of Cava once... gets very messy!

cactus flower wrote:

Recession - what recession....

This celebration comes with the full backing of the Central Bank of the Machine Nation, so keep drinking lads. I might have a glass myself.

Here's another thing I once tried that gets messy:

And the Bobotie is just out of the oven... I think we have a party going....

What in God's name is that, johnfás? Voluntary suffocation? That is not going on the CB's tab.

It is blowing a condom up on one's head and I can assure you they inflate significantly larger than that image would have you believe. I think I have a video of us doing it somewhere.

It just goes to show the rigorous standard Kenyan Government issued condoms have to go through .

Now, Johnfás, a little bubbly has gone to your head.

I have just proved my novice status again by failing to get the images of the rice dish and salad to accompany the bobotie on the screen. And after all my slaving in the kitchen for my 100th party. Well the great thing here, apart from free champagne and good company is no washing up!!


Keep pouring there Árd Taoiseach. We never died a winter yet...

johnfás wrote:

It is blowing a condom up on one's head and I can assure you they inflate significantly larger than that image would have you believe. I think I have a video of us doing it somewhere.

A condom.....wouldn't that be covered in spermicide and suchlike?

They would be... slimy, eh?

We got a box of 100 of them from an Asian man dressed in an army uniform as we passed through a remote part of Kenya.

johnfás wrote:

They would be... slimy, eh?

Well, yeah.

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We got a box of 100 of them from an Asian man dressed in an army uniform as we passed through a remote part of Kenya.

Now that's bizarre. He wrapped them as well. It must be some sort of custom.

You do come across some very odd characters in remote parts of Africa. He had just built himself an enormous underground pub that resembled Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, complete with a river flowing through it... when he heard it was one of our birthday's he said he had a present... it was a box of 100 Government issues condoms... then he tried to sell us all sorts of drugs.

johnfás wrote:

You do come across some very odd characters in remote parts of Africa. He had just built himself an enormous underground pub that resembled Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, complete with a river flowing through it... when he heard it was one of our birthday's he said he had a present... it was a box of 100 Government issues condoms... then he tried to sell us all sorts of drugs.

Fascinating. That place there looks so unique.

It was, he kept on telling us that we had to come see his bar and we were putting it off but when he eventually persuaded us, it was quite a remarkable experience. It was a bit like the bat cave, you had to go down this winding tunnel to get down to it.

Then he gave us a load of free marshmallows... or so he said anyway... nah they were.

johnfás wrote:

It was, he kept on telling us that we had to come see his bar and we were putting it off but when he eventually persuaded it, it was quite a remarkable experience. It was a bit like the bat cave, you had to go down this winding tunnel to get down to it.

I'd say it was some experience. Was it very far beneath the ground, because that glassy roof looks like it's letting some fairly direct light shine in.

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Then he gave us a load of free marshmallows... or so he said anyway... nah they were.

Free?

It was down about 20 feet, the roof was at ground level.

And yup - free!

We were at his place to go and see this - quite a remarkable sight:

johnfás wrote:

It was down about 20 feet, the roof was at ground level.

Oh I see, that makes sense.

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We were at his place to go and see this - quite a remarkable sight:

That's incredible. The photo is made even more effective by the fact that the whiter flamingos have arranged themselves in the foreground of the shot while pinker and redder equivalents occupy the background. It's because of the shellac that they eat that it dyes their feathers pink, isn't it?

From the sublime to the mundane....

The washing machine has broken down, full of wet washing and half full of water. I've made the enormous mistake of involving my wonderful and much loved husband, hopelessly inexperienced in the ways of washing machines (yes, he had one of those mothers) in the emptying of it, simply because I couldn't physically twist the filter to let the water out slowly in a way that it can be contemporaneously mopped up without causing a flood. And yes, I did lose a nail in the process.

We'll now be lifting off the dryer which is sitting on it, and lifting up the machine to let the water run out into a basin.

We don't have a basin, but that's a small matter.

If we're still married in an hour, I'll be back to share in the bubbly.

Kate P wrote:

If we're still married in an hour, I'll be back to share in the bubbly.

Godspeed, Kate. May the Force be with you.

That is precisely it, Ard. It is at Lake Nakuru, on which there is generally over one million flamingoes. More recently however, Nakuru is known as one of the centres of the recent Kenyan violence.

All the pink stuff here are flamingoes:

johnfás wrote:

That is precisely it, Ard. It is at Lake Nakuru, on which there is generally over one million flamingoes. More recently however, Nakuru is known as one of the centres of the recent Kenyan violence.

All the pink stuff here are flamingoes:

Wow, another beautiful photograph. They seem to shimmer in the sun when looked at from this height.

Kate P wrote:

From the sublime to the mundane....

The washing machine has broken down, full of wet washing and half full of water. I've made the enormous mistake of involving my wonderful and much loved husband, hopelessly inexperienced in the ways of washing machines (yes, he had one of those mothers) in the emptying of it, simply because I couldn't physically twist the filter to let the water out slowly in a way that it can be contemporaneously mopped up without causing a flood. And yes, I did lose a nail in the process.

We'll now be lifting off the dryer which is sitting on it, and lifting up the machine to let the water run out into a basin.

We don't have a basin, but that's a small matter.

If we're still married in an hour, I'll be back to share in the bubbly.

I'll make sure we keep some. You will need and deserve it. By the way you are now our newest member

Nothing wrong with those mothers - I have one myself .

johnfás wrote:

Nothing wrong with those mothers - I have one myself .

Poor you.

I had to gently introduce a terrified husband to the washing machine; one of those situations where he had a fascination for the workings of the thing but a terror of the thing itself borne out of years of being told it was something sacred when in fact, it is not. It took him six years to build up the courage to actually put on a wash and eight to take out the iron of his own volition without fear of the arrival of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

This is the same man who'll happily take apart a John Deere tractor in the yard and put it back together again and has the responsibility for hundreds of ovine and bovine lives.

And thirty years of operant conditioning by his mother makes him tremble in front of a spin cycle.

Poor you.

candide wrote:

And the Bobotie is just out of the oven... I think we have a party going....

That looks good. What's in it ?