Celebration Ale, C'mon

As any fule kno, I am totally obsessed with the Royal Family and all their works.* So what could be more appropriate, on this the occasion of an extra bank holiday, than to celebrate the glorious extra day off work by cracking open a bottle of the soon-to-be-legendary Celebration Ale from the Old Shed Brewery. It's been quite a while since I last had some, and to be honest I had totally forgotten how it tasted, other than it was not bad for a beer-like drink, so I prepared myself to take a bit more note of what it was actually like this time. There's a definite chocolaty edge to it and although it does taste a bit beery it was mild enough that I was able to overlook this obvious drawback.

Or should that be strong enough? Because, although I'm not in any position to judge it certainly seems pretty damn strong to me. It's hard to say just how strong it is, but if I had to guess I would say "very". Seven hours later and I'm pondering the wisdom of my decision - yes, it is appropriate for celebration but to be honest so is a VRB and that wouldn't give me a nasty head. I may have to wait before sampling again until I have a willing co-consumer to share the pleasure and the pain.

*This is not true.

Fancy Giving Your Bathroom a Great New Look?

You need the Sink Skirt, it will "update your bathroom and add a fresh new look" apparently, and what's more it's self adhesive, so no need to buy any glue. I can't wait for my self adhesive Toilet Trousers!
Not since the Legendary Owl Lamp from the Frankin Mint (RRP £500, eBay price £14.99) have we had such enjoyment from a simple advertisement. So mucho respecto to the good Mrs Mungo for spotting that. She was laughing so much poor little Phoebe was looking quite worried.

UncleMungo Enjoys Entire F1 Race Shocker!

Yes it's true, I watched the entire Chinese Grand Prix without wanting to fast forward through any of it. The funky new tires certainly added a huge element of excitement as drivers with newer tires could literally just drive around their rivals on older rubber almost at will.

Of course, I can't help thinking that it isn't going to last. Unpredictable races like last weekend's are exactly what the teams work so hard to avoid so I imagine in a few months all the various combinations of strategy will soon be worked out and it will be back to business as usual. However, I intend to enjoy it while it lasts.

So Bad It Hurts

We had the dubious pleasure of watching a truly dreadful film on TV recently. It was called The Happening - that's 90 minutes of my life I'll never get back. Some bad films can be so bad that they come out the other side and become a thing of glory and wonder but this one is just plain old bad. Unfortunately we were sucked in by a quite good opening few minutes and an accidental glimpse of the only funny bit in the film where the main character tries to talk to a plastic plant.

But why was it so bad? It's difficult to know where to start, the bad acting? The bad dialogue? The bad plot? In fact these three elements combine to produce a synergistic badness that is much worse than the sum of the parts.

But still not bad enough to be good!

Post-It Pacman

After a few days out of the office I returned to find this on my screen, courtesy of the Inimitable Kevin:


Who wouldn't want to play that?

If 50 pounds you can afford...

...go ahead and pull the cord.
If 50 pounds you do not own
Leave the bloody thing alone.

Clearly someone on my train home a few days back had £50 to spare, although I imagine the fine is somewhat larger now than it was back when the communication cord was an actual cord hanging down from the vicinity of the ceiling. Our train came to a screeching halt somewhere outside Woking, which was later explained by the guard as being because someone had pulled the emergency lever in one of the carriages. We sat for quite a while and then carried on to the next station we were going to stop at anyway at which point the guard then had to go through all the carriages to find out which one it was - odd that they didn't already know. Fortunately that was my stop anyway, so I wasn't too late and annoyingly, it meant I didn't get to find out what had happened either.

Shame.

Mr Stinky

While shopping for goodies at the excellent Secretts we noticed they had some Stinking Bishop cheese (made famous for its previously little known ability to revive plasticine people from the dead) so naturally we had to try some.

It certainly lives up to the first part of its name! It's incredibly pungent, in fact I could still "smell" it for quite a while after I ate the first piece. Despite the smell though it doesn't taste like a strong cheese, which gives a very strange, but not unpleasant, gustatory experience. It's highly recommended - but only in small doses!