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Gus Mears

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  1. In a victory for nominative determinism, Epicurious have an ongoing series with Ed Currie, the bloke who birthed the X Ghost chilli and others which make up the world's hottest sauces. Good videos even if I don't really care for the naga chilli sauces etc.

    There's something about him that's proper pro wrestling too. Can easily imagine him not paying for public liability insurance and talking about when Andre tried his new pepper sauce and died two weeks later.

  2. Chest knows. Scotch bonnets are the best. That's my go to as well.

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    Bought a bottle of the above on holiday and loving it on wings. This doesn't make it sound appealing, bit it's got this leathery taste to it that gives it great depth.

    I wish hot hot sauce didn't do in my guts so much. Like when I order a vindaloo, I really have to plan my schedule around 2 hours on the bog the next day.

  3. That's a lovely story, JV. I've got fond Showcase memories from the one in Bristol, which was the first cinema I went to (Space Jam I think). I sometimes forget how ubiquitous cinemas are now comparitively. Growing up in the arse end of Wiltshire, the Showcase was the nearest option and over an hour away after the one in Westbury burnt down when they got caught screening bongo flicks and they weren't allowed to show Disney films any more.

    The old man used to take me to the Showcase during Divorced Dad weekends. We smuggled in a selection of chocolates as per and he helped himself to a Snickers, which would have been fine if it wasn't pitch black and if he didn't have a nut allergy. The mad bastard just sat there 'because you were enjoying the film' thinking he was dying the whole time. It was Inspector fucking Gadget, not Taxi Driver. No one need die for that. 

    I'm not sure what he imagined my reaction would have been once the lights went up and I found him stiff as a board. In any event, we got a taxi home and he was fine after a night spent vomiting.

  4. Our local one is the Odeon at the pleasingly stupid sounding John Halle's Hall.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Halle's_Hall

    It's from the 15th century, so must be in the running for the oldest UK building with a cinema?

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    Have to be honest, it's also a bit shit outside of the main screen (above). The concessions area has been minging since I first remember going in the 90's and all the screens except 1 (above) look like they should be showing ITV 4. They've opened up an Everyman down the road at the old Regal Theatre/Gala Bingo from the 30's and it pisses all over Odeon's efforts.

    Saying that, this is the entrance you go through (now with colour) where you used to have to pay for your tickets. It was pretty magical as a young'un.

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  5. Anyone else been to one where they play Taker's theme music? Guess it was more common in the past though the one example I can remember is more by lethargy than design. My family allowed Mental Aunt Alison - who regularly sends me text messages at 4AM warning me if an Icelandic volcano has erupted - organise Great Uncle Brynn's funeral. He was a 'confirmed batchelor' in a 70's sitcom sense - no kids (obviously) who the responsibility would fall to in the normal way.

    Chopin's funeral march, a eulogy by the local clock repair man because "Brynn's grandfather clock kept breaking so they spoke a lot" and Soul Limbo by Booker T and MG's because "he loved the cricket" - which he did, though I don't think he would have wanted Jonathan Agnew commentating over his bodily remains going up in smoke.

     

  6. The return of Scratch has been brilliant.

    31 minutes ago, Scratch said:

    5 years ago a regular member of our Monday 6-a-side football group was diagnosed with cancer and was dead within a month. An absolutely lovely bloke with 4 boys, we were all devastated.

    I proposed we all chipped in for a floral tribute and the boys donated good. We raised quite a bit of money and not really knowing how such things worked or how much such things cost, I called the local florist and asked if they could do a tribute in the shape of a football.

    They asked how big and I just said whatever you can do for the money we’d collected.

    On the day of the funeral, those from footy that could get out of work turned up and just as the hearse was making its final approach to the chapel, I heard a loud “Fuck me!” from my mate Ashley. We all turned to look at the hearse and saw the BIGGEST floral football you could imagine. I mean, this thing was comedically huge - easily comparable to those big yoga exercise ball things.

    It was so big, all the “Dad” and “Brother” tributes had fallen off the coffin and were face down around the edge, meaning all that could be seen was this massive fucking football.

    I can’t remember laughing so hard and trying so hard not to. None of the couple of hundred people who showed up knew who we were or why there was just a big football on the coffin.

    I still laugh about it now.

     

  7. 33 minutes ago, SuperBacon said:

    My Dad wants Stairway To Heaven and I've told him no as its far too long and everyone will get bored.

    This is wonderful.

    You should start subtly suggesting early Beatles singles or songs by the Buzzcocks. You might be able to get the whole service under 20 minutes if you pick someone who barely knew him to deliver the eulogy.

  8. Yeah, Pat's right. Your chances of originality are slim to none in a crowded field where everyone gets a turn.

    My Dad had One Step Beyond playing while he got broiled and they had it preloaded in the crematorium jukebox along with anything else you could think of, including a relatively obscure classical piece by Mahler when they wheeled him in.

  9. Usually he walks a balance, but he's been a right cunt the past week between moaning about the venue, slagging off other players, saying the sport which has made him a millionaire is shit etc. etc. Usually you might get one of those in a week, but the whole O'Sullivan gripes bingo card has been filled.

    Ali Carter is a tosser. But this was O'Sullivan's response to Carter's criticisms of the Masters final crowd (and a pretty light barb at O'Sullivan within it).

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    “He needs to sort his f***ing life out,” an irate O'Sullivan began. “I’m not going to skirt around it anymore, tip-toeing on egg shells around someone like that. He’s a f***ing nightmare.

    “Playing snooker against someone like that is a nightmare. He’s not a nice person. It’s not a nice vibe he leaves around the table. I’ve said my piece, I don’t give a s**t. I’ve said it now, done.

    "You know what he’s like, everybody knows what he’s like. He’s got issues. F***ing why has he got issues with me? I’m not having it. I don’t care, grow some balls.

    “I don’t give a f**k, I don’t give a f**k about any of these snooker players, any of them. The more he brings it on, the more I f***ing punish him every time. He’s just digging a grave for himself.

    “I don’t give a f**k. That’s it, I’ve said my piece.” O’Sullivan added: “He’s got beef with me. He’s got issues, he’s got to sort his life out, he’s got to see a counsellor or something.

    “He’s got to deal with that because that’s no good. He’s got to sort it out, because I haven’t spoken to him for 20 years. I played with him when he was a kid and shared a lot of stuff with him. For him to come out and try to trash talk me like that, do you know what?

    “He can have one of them [middle finger], he can sit on it as far as I’m concerned.”

    World Grand Prix this week as well, lads. ITV 4, half the crowd falling asleep and no noise outside a century break. Proper snooker.

  10. Wasn't butter in coffee the basis of that Bulletproof Coffee trend a few years back? Seem to remember it being promoted by LinkedIn grind fetishists and people who think Elon Musk is a good thing.

  11. 14 minutes ago, SuperBacon said:

    Over the weekend the kids roped me into buying Costa Coffees new offering, a hot milkshake. I can't adequately explain how vile this was, the only good thing being I used a reward on it so I didn't pay.

    I was unfortunately dropped off at Costa yesterday like a kid at the creche while my wife went round B&M and spent all of our money. The bloke on the table next to me bought one and his review was "this tastes disgusting".

  12. I'm a bit sad that Selby didn't get through only because he's the one player who gets Ronnie out of the 'Don't really care mate. I was stinking the gaff out today. The venue is 'orrible not like out in China' routine.

    Some interesting combinations left though (though I'd prefer no Ali Carter also) and that 147 last night was probably the best I've watched live. Amazing recovery pots.

  13. I managed to miss Chuck D releasing a baseball concept album last year and it's excellent. A combination of two things I like that I never would have expected. Cheap pops from me for the baseball related samples and references, but it's a cracking 30 minute listen.

  14. Mrs Mears bought her first car this week and I am loving life. She's still learning and thinks driving is fun, rather than a soul crushing necessity where you're in constant danger of being killed by morons. Being a passenger when we're doing all the usual boring errands is ace.

     

  15. Taco Bell is unmitigated shite but do love it after a heavy night out once a year or so.

    Notwithstanding Lewis Capaldi pizza etc. Iceland have some outstanding stuff. Southern fried chicken tenders are 3 for a tenner and always in the freezer here for a Real Treat midweek.

  16. Booked BC Camplight again for March. He had a big hole in his trousers last time I saw him and was necking a bottle of neat gin. The only time I've ever felt compelled to send a musician a message on Twitter asking if he was OK after the gig.

  17. 14 hours ago, Nexus said:

    Harold? 

    Apologies if it's a reference I don't get, but my old man was called Andy for what it's worth.

  18. These are all far too ethical and not petty enough. My Dad was an unsuccessful ironmongery salesman and lost real life money by refusing to work sith Selco because he hated their TalkSport adverts.

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