Jesus, you know your life is boring when the most interesting thing that happened to you all day was that you got some cheap meat for lunch. To make matters worse, that is the second day in a week that "cheap meat" is all I have to talk about. If I were a vegetarian I'd have absolutely nothing to say, and my post would just be "wibble, bibble bibble" I haven't even got a movie from LoveFilm to watch tonight!
Although, to be fair, it was a new kind of meat I had not tried before. It was an Italian meat, and I'd got it from the Polish grocer. (I'm guessing that the reason it was cheap is that they could not sell it on account of the fact that people who go into Polish grocers want Polish meat, not Italian meat - it is probably very expensive in the Italian deli down the road.)
They called it "Mortadella" and apparently it is a combination of beef, pork, and milk. It was heavily spiced, but the spices tasted more "Japanese" than "Italian" (or perhaps the "spicy taste" was due to it having gone off - and that was why it was cheap).
Wow, look at that, I just wrote three whole paragraphs on pointless rubbish. With a skill like that I could get a job writing copy for the National Enquirer!
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Originally Posted by JustRobert
It seems like the only time you see old friends and family is at funerals.
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That is OK if they are not the guest of honour. I had an uncle I had not seen for years, and when I finally got round to visiting him it was at his own funeral. The saddest thing is that soon after he died my father moved to the same part of the country where he used to live, only five minutes walk from his old house. If he was still alive I'd now see him quite often when visiting my father.
Life is a bastard, but death is worse.