Be afraid. Be very afraid.
In my quest to find a chilli sauce worthy of the name (give me none of your 5% chilli nonsense - I demand something that fries your nose hair before you even open the jar) I undertook to make some of my own. I consequently spent most of Saturday spluttering like a Occupy St Paul's protester after the riot rozzers got a little too handy with the pepper spray.
On the plus side, it smells bloody lovely, and Noodles and I agreed it tasted nice...in a sort of "would it be possible to dispense it by the atom?" sort of way. I shall experiment with scrambled eggs and come back to you.
Rumours about the demise of Sherlock Holmes continue unabated. Was he pushed? Did he jump? Was it Moriarty wearing a Sherlock mask? The real mystery is why dear old Auntie Beeb only doles the episodes in little teeny lumps of three??? Now that is diabolical.
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| Mmmmmm. kilty |
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| Mmmm. iron-manny |
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| Mmmm. Brainy. |
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