Three Hours on a Train
I wanted to see Ipswich play the first match of the season at Bristol yesterday and instead of going just for the say, went to see a friend in Plymouth on Friday.
I arrived at a very crowded Paddington in mid-morning for the 11:06 to Plymouth. It was crowded, with the usual wheeled cases being trailed everywhere. Do these selfish people realise that their mobile obstacles are a nuisance to anyone with limited movement or vision? I’m alright now and to prove a point, I had everything I needed in my new Samsonite bag.
I was carrying my gluten-free sandwiches and a bottle of wine for my friends, from Marks and Spencer in a carrier bag, but as I’d arrived with plenty of time, I walked straight on to the Standard Class Quiet Coach nto the window seat I’d booked. My two bags and coat spent most of the journey on the overhead coat rack. I only needed to disturb my companion once to get my lunch down and for another to get a coffee and take a toilet break. I should say that I was surrounded by a family of about six, all of whom spent most of the time reading and playing on a laptop. Their mother was dispensing a real picnic, with lots of parma ham, salad and fruit. Surely, they were showing how you use a Quiet Car!
In fact, the whole car was mostly quiet with not even a crying baby and there were some small toddlers there. The only problem was that some had blocked the aisle with heavy luggage. Those going to Plymouth seemed to have used the Baggage Car as the staff had asked them to.
I made one mistake on the journey. Although, I was sitting by the left hand window, I forgot to get my camera out to take shots of the train as it sped along the Exeter to Plymouth line between Exeter and Newton Abbot.
At Plymouth, I got ff the train pretty fresh, which is more than could be said as I got off my flight to Athens on easyJet.
Both journeys are about the same time, but give me the train anytime. Especially in a forty-year-old, but newly refurbished IC125.
El Reconcillo, Seville
C and I ate here twice, including once with my son and one his friends.
Rick Stein certainly has taste to recommend it on his BBC show.
Perhaps, I’ll go again. But it will have to be with a very special lady! It is not a restaurant to eat in by yourself.
The Dragons Can’t Cook!
Or is it most likely won’t?
I watched them last night, when they rejected a lady who had developed a product called a Gloven.
It’s exactly what I need, to get round the problems of my gammy left hand, which responds badly to hot and cold.
I have a feeling that this is a product that will be a success, as it has so many niches, that haven’t been identified yet!
How To Do Food At An Event
If I’d wanted I could have pre-ordered a Gordon Ramsey-styled picnic box, but as I’m a coeliac, it didn’t say if they were gluten-free or not, so I opted to buy at the event. This is the chicken kebab I had, which was certified by the chef who was cooking it as gluten-free.
Gluten-Free Chicken Kebab at Zoo Lates
It was delicious and the salad was fresh and not of the limp variety you tend to get in many places. They also gave me a discount because I didn’t want the pitta bread.
But it was only one of many varieties of fast food and drink, including Aspall Cyder on offer. There was for example this Korean stall.
Korean Fast Food at Zoo Lates
And even this splendidly politically incorrect one.
Buffalo and Ostrich at Zoo Lates
Sadly, there was no Cambodian for me. This is the only completely gluten-free cuisine in the world.
The food on offer did show how fast food should be done. You would have had to be very picky not to have found something you could have eaten.
Let’s hope the Olympics follow the lead set at the Zoo. But I bet they’ll produce the sort of stuff I can’t eat, like they do at Wembley Stadium.
It’s a Zoo Jim, But Not As We Know It
I’m not really struck on zoos, as I much prefer to see animals in the wild. But last night I had a most unusual night out at London Zoo. It was one of their Zoo Lates.
Other than the usual attractions, there was a twisted cabaret, lots of good food, bands and you could talk to the keepers about the animals. There were no children, except for a few baby animals and it wasn’t crowded but for one totally acceptable exception. Even the queues for the toilets were within reason.
Here’s a few general pictures.
It was certainly a good night out. I shall go again.
Rainbow Cauliflowers
When I first heard this story I thought it was April 1st, 2012 and had been to sleep for a few months because of the hay fever.
But it’s true and it’s all down to clever traditional plant breeding rather than genetic engineering. But then we’ve been doing that for centuries.
The article also explains why carrots are orange.
Until the 17th century most carrots eaten Europe were white, yellow or purple. The orange pigment was added by Dutch plant breeders looking for a way to celebrate Holland’s royal family.
So blame the Dutch.
Oops! It was Murder, but it Smelled Phenomenal!
That was a quote from this story from Australia, where a container of expensive wine was dropped.
It all goes to show that their fork-lift truck drivers are like their cricketers!
They drop everything!
The High Cost Of Gluten Free Food to the NHS
The Times yesterday had a piece about the high cost of gluten free food to the NHS. They quoted an NHS gluten-free loaf at 32.27 and I know I pay a lot less than that for acceptable ones in Marks and Spencer, Waitrose or Tesco. They also said that you could buy gluten-free afternoon tea in Fortnum and Mason for £34 a person. I think I’ll try the latter out one day!
Anyway I was moved to write to the paper and here’s what I said.
As a diagnosed coeliac, I am entitled to various gluten-free prescriptions. But I don’t exercise my right, as most gluten free products available that way are inferior to products bought in normal shops and supermarkets. I do buy bread from a well-known chain twice a week and if I feel like some pasta I go to a chain of Italian cafes, where the penne is as good as any.
It would be much better if all of those entitled to gluten-free products were given vouchers that could be redeemed in shops against suitable products. That way we could eat quality rather than processed cardboard. Some might blow the vouchers on gluten-free chocolate biscuits, which are not available on the NHS, but then having coeliac disease, doesn’t mean you have to be miserable!
But innovation is the real solution. My local pub has a chef who is a coeliac. He made an alternative muffin from slices of grilled aubergine, a sliced tomato and some spinach. It was much better than any gluten-free bread I’ve ever tasted and complimented the Eggs Royale superbly.
Last night, I cooked one of Lindsey Bareham’s simple gluten-free creations; a chorizo, chicken and chickpea stew, all cooked in one pot. Delicious!
I do think though there is a much more cost effective way of getting coeliacs, gluten-free products. Why should we be subsidised so heavily, when there are people in a much worse state than we are? I would happily give up my right to gluten-free food on the NHS, which I don’t exercise, for a monthly voucher to be spent on something gluten free. I would probably use it to buy a gluten free pasta dish in Carluccio’s or some chocolate chip cookies or Damm Daura in Waitrose!
I do remember going through the gluten-free list with a pharamcist once. There is nothing there with any excitement at all.
Lakeside On The Slide
The leader of Thurrock Council has said that the development of Eastfield on the Olympic Park will harm the Lakeside Shopping Centre at Thurrock.
Let’s face it, Lakeside is a tired dump and impossible to get to be public transport, so it has no appeal for me. But then when Bluewater opened C and I always crossed the bridge to a much better place. As a coeliac too, where’s the gluten free food at Lakeside?
Who Ate All The Pies and Won the Lottery?
There is only one answer to this. The couple is here.
They say they are going to keep playing the lottery. It looks like though they’ll have enough money to at least keep them in junk food and pay their medical bills.
Perhaps the exercise in collecting and opening all the begging letters will do them a bit of good.
But I doubt it!
The Anonymous Widower 