Wednesday 6th February 2013
Blimey, some kooky history nuts dig up the bones of Richard III and everyone goes crazy and tells them they're brilliant, but when I discover the bones of Richard II and dig them up and try to recreate a mask of his face using his skull I get arrested. It's double standards. Admittedly I was subjecting the skellington to a slightly unorthodox DNA test, where I deposited some of my own DNA into the skull and then tried to see if it was a match by rubbing it in (it turned out to blend in well, suggesting that I am related to royalty) the staff at Westminster Abbey went nuts. It's because they are religions and I was using science, I suppose.
No, it's not a cumpkin, it's a cumking.
Anyway, on more important matters. I am in a porridge quandary. As you may know I nearly always have porridge for breakfast. It's slow-release carbohydrate and it fills you up for the morning and it's lush with some berries in it. If you'd married me you could have been getting a bowl of my special porridge every day (this time I am not using this as a euphemism for semen - I know, it's a confusing world, but to be honest a bowl of semen would be too much for almost anyone's needs and take more than a day to make). It is my speciality. I have become quite picky about which porridge oats I use. My favourite is Scott's Porage because the time they have saved by not learning how to spell porridge they have dedicated to producing the finest oats (again oats here, no euphemism). I also like their dedication to the company image of the bekilted vest wearing shot putter. I remember him well from childhood. He's much more manly and attractive than that stupid fucking Quaker. I don't want to eat porridge and turn into a grey-wigged big hatted smug puritan, I want to be a hard Scotchman, running out of the house without putting my shirt on so I can chuck a bit metal ball across a glen. After a good decade of eating porridge on a mainly daily basis I have got no closer to that dream.
The Proustian childhood memories of the box are one of the things that draw me to it, but I also prefer the oats. Quaker ones are a bit too dusty and small. And Scott's have an "old-fashioned oats" variety with decent sized chunky oats. These make the best porridge or porage. A few weeks ago when I did the weekly shop though they only had Scott's new-fangled small oats. I was low on porridge so had to buy a box. I was reluctant. Even the Scott's small oats are not as good as the big ones (though still way better than the Quaker ones which have been run through a religious machine that removes all the fun from them).
A couple of days later I was in a different supermarket and they had the old-fashioned oats so I delightedly bought a box. But now I was in a quandary. How did I proceed at breakfast. Did I use up the small oats first, having a couple of weeks of inferior, slightly too gloopy and smooth porridge? Or did I eat the thick oated porridge first, falling back on to knowing that I would only be staving off the inferior porridge for another time? Or did I mix one cup of old fashioned oats with one cup of new oats as a compromise, creating a blend that had something of the gloopiness but something of the chunkiness? This compromise would mean I didn't have to endure two weeks of inferior porridge but it meant I would have four weeks of Coalition breakfast that wouldn't be quite as good. Two weeks of pleasure and two weeks of pain, or four weeks of meh? It was a hard call. I could just throw away the porridge I didn't like (it's only about two pounds a box) but years of eating porridge for breakfast and two years of living in Scotland have made me partly Scotch and so I couldn't countenance that kind of wastage of money.
I decided to go for the coalition breakfast, but it makes my heart sink a little every day when I think of the porridge based crime I am committing. Yet four weeks of compromise is better than having to endure the two weeks of weak porridge.
But this month is dragging and I have been tempted to have a day or two when I have the full strength brew, even if that would mean a couple of days where the inferior oats would have to be eaten alone. So I've taken the step of actually mixing the two boxes of porridge together in a tupperware container, which will stop me cheating, but I worry that the smaller oats will sink to the bottom giving me a last few days of mainly smooth porridge.
It's ruining my life.
If only I had stuck to my guns and refused to countenance buying the porridge I didn't like. Compromise is a terrible thing.
There's a hidden message to this blog. It's not just about porridge, The porridge is symbolic of something else. Cleverer readers will have spotted that.
It's symbolic of semen.
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