Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Speaking Of Eggs...

This question, 'How do you like your eggs?' Was once asked of me in an American diner. I mistook the word 'how' for 'where' and asked the waitress to put them between the bacon and the sausages. Needless to say this irritated her immensely, so she shot me in the face.

Eggs Eggs Eggs

I was in the eggs section of my local supermarket, overwhelmed by the choices which stood before me. Looking back on it I don't suppose there were too many, but there were enough to confuse a man who'd only just got out of bed after a night of drinking.

Large, medium, small. Free range eggs, barn eggs, 'taste the difference' eggs. Taste the difference? I'd have to buy a selection to achieve that. No, that would start getting expensive and would be far too time consuming. No mention of battery farm eggs I noticed. Not something you'd really want to advertise I suppose, if you were in their farmers' muddy shoes.

As I pondered away, wondering how much of my day I could justify spending on what really should have been an easy decision, I heard a voice ask me how I liked my eggs in the morning. A helpful question I thought. I could start with how I'd like them in the morning, think about lunch, then dinner. I could take into account all the egg based snacks I might have in the average day, then come to a decision about which ones to purchase for the best.

I was about to thank this helpful person, when I realised there was nobody around to fit that voice. I was surrounded by, well mostly eggs.
I soon realised that a song playing in the supermarket had got into my subconscious, and was helping me with my purchase. I wondered if this was really a coincidence. A song which talks predominantly about eggs,* being played at a moment when I'm trying to make a difficult decision about buying them. I thought that perhaps someone at the supermarket might be trying to assist me.

Excited by the possibility of a shop assistant watching me on CCTV, overseeing my shopping experience and trying to solve my difficult problems, I randomly picked up any old box of eggs and walked over to the section displaying kitchen cleaning paraphernalia. As I browsed through various pan scourers, scrubbers, and cloths, I kept an ear out for inspiration via the supermarket speakers.

Shakira - 'Hips don't lie.'


I continued with my shopping.







* Although this song, ' How do you like your eggs in the morning' briefly mentions toast, and a little about love, it's really all about eggs. The lyrics of this song were originally penned by famous diarist Samuel Pepys, when in a terrible moment during the great fire of London, he had to quickly purchase six good ones before the building burnt to the ground. These words were adapted for song in 1993 by Tim Rice, and it soon took form as the classic duet we all know and love by Paula Abdul and Alice Cooper. (Facts verified by Wikipedia.)

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Be Careful What You Wish For

I was walking along Kensington Hight Street looking for a present for a friend, and I couldn't think of what to buy.

How about a horse? I stupidly thought to myself, imagining me handing it over to the surprise, and probable annoyance of my friend. The next vehicle to pass me was a large horse carrying truck.*

Surprised by my silly thought's sudden leap into reality, I thought I'd try my luck with something a little more useful.

Sexy bitch who'll love me unconditionally.

Sexy bitch? I pondered. What does that mean? I don't even talk like that. As I debated this, I was stunned and slightly disappointed to see a golden retriever sitting in front of me.

This all reminded me that you really do have to be careful what you wish for. That, and I need to stop using gangster terminology in my thoughts, or I'll end up hanging around with female dogs and perhaps gardening implements usually used for weeding.





*I'm sure there is another term for this equestrian mode of transport, but I can't be bothered to research it.