I am a foodie, right – I love good food. Who doesn’t, right? But I am no food snob – guzzling inane things cos they are posh or hip. The £50 espresso comes under that and another category – ICK!
Why in God’s name would I drink coffee that has been passed through a cat’s system? Yeah you heard that right. Presumably, the coffee beans were fed to the cat and once he pooped it, were then used to make the coffee. Oh and not just any regular cat, an Indonesian civet cat!
Kupi Luwak beans come from Indonesia and are harvested by civets, the indigenous wild cat. These clever felines sniff out the choicest berries, digest the flesh, and pass out the bean in the way that nature intended.
Like that makes it any less icky!
The human element arrives in what must be the most highly specialised job on the planet – the tracking down of civet droppings and their careful rinsing to reveal the pristine and flavour-enhanced bean.
Can you just see the job descrip on this poor guy’s resume? “What do you do? Oh I collect cat poop!”
Come on people! I am sure the civet is laughing is ass off, watching the toff humans slug the brew that he shat!
A friend forwarded me this hilarious article from Times Online as it would appeal to my quirky sense of humour. Well, hell, it did. It is so droll I loved every word of it. How can you not, when you find beauties such as this:
“about discovering how comprehensively a mixture of hot
water and detergent can reduce banknotes to an indecipherable squidge of
papier-mâché, while leaving tomato-sauce strains entirely intact elsewhere
on said garment.”
or,
”
Nor about realising that I may need to work until I am 89 because my pension
has shrivelled to the size of a hamster’s testicle.” Amen to that, ol’ man!
He sagely adds “Still, far be it for me to complain about
the state of Britain. Not while I wear this wristband, anyway. I’m giving it
until lunchtime, incidentally, then it’s going in the bin. The strain of
being so bloody nice is making me feel ill.”
I can sooo get behind that sentiment tho’ no one in their right minds would ever accuse me of being bloody nice! Go on, read it – bet it will make you crack a smile!
Don’t panic – I am not going over 18 or anything. This is the oft-repeated search tag / phrase for folks who stumble onto my blog. This statement astounds me on many levels.
How? How did you type those words and land up here? There ain’t anything about deepa venkat nor bras nor any blessed shows! Boy you must be one pissed chappie to realise that, eh what?
Why? Bra shows, I understand but Deepa Venkat? She is pleasing to the eye, is a halfway decent actress, absolutely wasted on mega serials and all that but she isn’t what I’d consider a babe. So why a bra show featuring her?
Where? Where in hell are you if you cannot find decent maal in Cosmo and Playboy and have to resort to d.v.b.s?
(Announcer on the telly: “Name one reason why a woman would marry an ugly man?” — with Family Fortunes theme tune in the background)
P: “Well, daddy, you are ugly!”
P’s poor dad: “What? I am ugly?”
P: “er, well yeah, a bit ugly”
P’s dad: “What do you mean a bit ugly?”
P: “Well you wear glasses!”
P’s dad: “If I am ugly, then you must be too!”
P: “No I am not! I am gorgeous! Ask mummy!”
From the mouth of babes….
I once wrote about milk – I know, I know, you needn’t say anything – and I found some hilarious quotes for my post, all thanks to American comedian Lewis Black. Now, I found a video link to the same. It is a scream, I tell you! So here it is, for your viewing pleasure, Lewis Black on milk and assorted cousins.
I tried… I resisted but I give up! I have to pay homage to Krish Ashok and I shall!
I came across his blog, entertainingly titled ‘Doing Jalsa and Showing Jilpa’ awhile back, whilst searching for, of all the things, Chennai 600028 mp3s! (Okay, for the illiterates out there, the title of his blog is a loose translation of the hit number from the Tamil movie entitled Chennai 600028.) I moved swiftly on, when the said jalsas and jilpas weren’t the ones I was looking for. Then, I tripped over this blog again and decided to delve deeper.
That was yesterday.
I still haven’t finished splitting my sides. The dude has a real quirky way of talking about stuff and the fact that he’s from my own neck of the woods means I can actually understand what he’s going on about – most times, that is! Where else will I come across pearls such as ‘nor am I fully cognizant of social mores and anto-social yogurts’, ‘How does one make a quintessentially Italian dish Russian? By Putin in to it, a glass of vodka?‘, ‘Jabba di Hutti (Finest Pnjaabi cuisine on the planet Tatooine)’ and the incomparably ‘snooty’ Les Sappadeaux. He killed me!
So, as you can imagine, browsing his blog was more enjoyable than wading through Interactive Design : beyond human-computer interaction. (No offence to Jenny P, et al)
Whilst on the subject of funny Tam stuff, the following vid is unmissable. I found it thanks to Sayesha‘s entertaining blog. Please do not sue me if you split your sides and are unable to put them back together. There! I’ve warned you!
