1. Here’s the zombie attack tshirt:
The shirt rocks. Here’s the design close up:
Its by Aled Lewis and its available – where else? – on Threadless.com, of course.
2. So, risk-taking. yeah. Sometimes that works out well – you get offered free rides on matt black Yamaha R1 motorbikes like this:
Which is fucking marvellous, frankly.
Sometimes, however, you find that you’ve poisoned yourself with a dose of salmonella and spend the next 3 days in the bathroom, in extreme discomfort.
I have always said I am not a cook. People usually reply, “Oh, come on, you can’t be that bad.”
No, really, I am. I cook things only as long as my patience lasts. Which, given that I only start cooking when I’m hungry and want something to eat, is not long. With the chicken breast I ‘cooked’ (and I apply the term loosely, since I actually only waved it under a grill for a couple of minutes until I got bored of waiting for it to be done) on Sunday, that was patently not nearly long enough to kill the bacterial bastards lurking within its pinknesses.
I’ve always been the kind of person who, if I drop a piece of food, will simply pick it up, wipe it on my jeans and then eat it. Up until Sunday, that had always worked for me. I have an extremely robust immune system and so I scoffed smugly at those people who spray every flat surface in their house with anti-bacterial agents and are constantly using those little moist wipes.
Now, don’t get me wrong, my home and my self are clean. And tidy. I’ve just never been one to worry terribly about germs but, at around 3am on Monday after many, many hours of what can only be described as an uncontrolled emergency evacuation, I was promising to take microscopic beasties a great deal more seriously in future.
Which, in my world, means buying my chicken ready-cooked from the spit-roast place up the road. 🙂