Just nuts

Although the weather has been very disappointing this summer, I have managed to produce a good crop of runner beans. Other crops have been less successful. I normally just slice the beans and steam them, but sometimes it’s good to do something a little more ambitious with them.

A couple of days ago I did a search for runner bean recipes. I didn’t come up with anything very exciting, but in the comments on one recipe I came across a wondrous idea. The commenter said that a neighbour, apparently someone from India, always cooks runner beans with dessimated cocoanut.

Photo credit: Peter Davis/AusAID. Used under this licence.

There is nothing to say

At least there hasn’t been for a few weeks. Sorry about that, folks. There is something to say now. This is a rant, but not about soccer really, although I could rant all year about soccer.

Every Saturday a small pamphlet thing comes along with the newspaper. It is called “The Guide” and amongst other things it lists the television programmes for the week, well those on some channels anyway. This week apparently there is a celebrity edition of a show called The Cube. In it various celebs are going to try to raise money for charity. All well and good.

One of the celebs is a footballer, whom I have never heard of. The Guide reports that the host of the show is heard to say to this geezer “You are footballer”. Now why the host, let us call him Jim Idiot, because I am too lazy to go and get The Guide to check his name, should say such an odd thing is anyone’s guess.

Would that were all! The clever-clever writer of the blurb in The Guide, let us call him/her…oh you think of a name for yourselves…remarks that Jim Idiot is avoiding prepositions.


There is nothing to say.

O tempora

The other day I was peacefully watching television when the continuity announcer said something about a future programme being about “modern mores”. Yes, honestly she did. I swear she did! She said: mɒdn mɔːz.

Another couple in a similar vein courtesy of JDL:

A BBC news announcer said something about people these days having no nous. Yep! She said: nuːs.

A radio report of traffic delays near the French city of Lille, spoken by a native English speaker, named the cause as the installation of an “anti-noise barrier”. The trouble was that the guy got terribly muddled and said ɑ̃tinwaz. This could have been a subtle joke, I suppose, but it’s more probable that it was an instance of brain-vocal tract disconnect brought on by the presence of a microphone.

The image of the bust of Cicero is in the public domain.


I have finally got round to finishing and publishing an idea I had back in 2009. It is called Paratrans and you can find it here. More content is on its way. Comments welcome.

Update 2015_06_14: One can now play any of the visible transcription sections at will.

Update 2015_06_15: Added another text to Paratrans.