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Tuesday, 23 August 2011

TEA

When my brother was 16, he ate a box of teabags. I decided to interview him about this. Some names and places may have been changed.

1. Describe the events that led up to you eating the teabags. Set the scene for us.

I was a 16 year old boy in a well sheltered, market town world, whereby my weekends were mainly spent evading someone's parents to have a few drinks in an empty house or park somewhere. One Friday, late after a number of beers, a friend and I decided we were too hungry at ridiculous time in the morning, and with nothing substantial in the house made the half hour walk to town. Of course in 2002 the 24hour license had not yet come in and most takeaways were shut by 2am. In the state both of us were in we had forgotten this fact and therefore descended upon the local 24hr shop, where a friend from college was working. The walk to town had not sobered me in the slightest and seemed only to encourage our drunken tomfoolery and by the time we reached the shop, I had forgotten entirely why we were there. Instead I seemed to grab the three most random objects I could find, consisting of a bag of tea bags, a pint of milk and a lemon, obviously. Just as I was at the checkout with these items, the majority of a local football team walked in through the door after a night out 'on the town'. As jovial as my friend was who accompanied me, he decided to set me a challenge...

2. How many teabags would you estimate that you ate?

Well the challenge kept getting extended one bag at a time, with the eager anticipation and chanting and beating of the window in unison by the football team grew louder. At this point I must have been at around 6 or 7 bags. This is when the interest was lost from my local support, by my 9th bag no one was watching any more, so I stopped to wash these down with a cool refreshing bite of lemon (still unpeeled) and a glug of semi skimmed milk.

However, not to be put off by lack of interest, for this did not need to be a spectator sport, I continued to wolf down 2 more bags, before I start to feel the previous bags repeat...

3. What brand were they? Was brand important at this stage?

They were Tetley. I think even within my drunken state I would never have gone for a brand I could not trust, for who knows what my plan for them was at that point.

4. How did they taste? Like tea, or different somehow?

The initial taste was tea, that familiar aroma touched my tongue, but soon after the first bite, something foreign distinguished itself from the usual liquid form. A dryness not too dissimilar to dead grass (summer '97) came about, but even this was manageable until the sheer volume of tea between mouth and stomach was just too much to take.

5. Just so people don't try and get in on the action by claiming 'they were there', how many people actually witnessed the event?

1 challenge-setting best friend
8 chanting local football players
1 24hr shop attendant (hiding the guilt of the shop going into disarray too well with his own chanting and stomping)

6. Would you say it is something that everyone should try it once?

If they were to try this, I would suggest an alternative method, maybe as part of a balanced diet. For example a bag before breakfast on weekdays and then mid morning on weekends.

7. Did you feel the respect of the crowd go up or down as you ate the teabags?

It was definitely on a scale due to the nature and state of the crowd (mainly drunk adolescents).

Bags 1-2 were met with bemusement, however 3 - 6 were met with awe and I imagine an air of jealousy, before the shame spiral of 7 -10, with retained but still mild respect for bag 11 and the 're-emergence'.

8. What advice would you give to amateurs considering eating tea bags, you know, the rookies coming up in the scene?

Keep your act simple, don't try too much too early and be versatile, cut in some other forms of non-digestible foods, like lemon peel, banana skin, the tasty yet strangely papery feel of cupcake wrapping. But most importantly, keep it spontaneous, keep it real.

9. Did you even for a second consider taking it up professionally?

After a mixed response to my first attempt it was either do the research and really devote myself to achieving what is necessary to make to the big leagues or revert back to my studies and use it as a recreational yet beautiful sport activity. 10 seconds of thought went into this.

10. Any words of wisdom for our vast Internet audience?

If any of you lovely people find yourself hungry on a Friday night and no food for which to eat, don't make that trip.....you probably aren't ready. Ready for the sweeping statements, the false hopes, the overwhelming emotions of the sequence of events. And even if you surpass all of this and you have a semi-successful punt at it, don't go on a victory lap like I did, throwing the remaining 13 bags (24 pack) into the River Lemon, claiming it now to be 'TEA RIVER' - container of your triumphant soul.

Sunday, 14 August 2011

TEA

Memories attached to various cups of tea

1) Yerba Mate - Mate reminds me of half-baked potheads at 3am at a
cereal bar. Besides 13 year olds, they were the only people who would
frequent a place that only serves cereal, coffee, and a variety of odd
teas. Late at night. I like the fact that you need a special cup and
straw to drink the stuff, though probably neither are necessary. I
have high hopes of owning a mate set one day, yet I don't have a clue
how to prepare it.

2) Rooibos - Who on Earth knows how that's spelled? That's my shot at
it. This tea has two strong memories for me to date: dating someone
nearly 10 years my senior when I wasn't yet old enough to buy a *real*
drink, and my favorite corner study spot in my last years of my
graduate program - a small tea house that turned to a wine bar at 6PM.
You seriously never had to leave. What more could you want? Red tea in
the afternoon, red wine in the evening. Rooibos (sp? damn you!)
reminds me of the most irresponsible and the most responsible times in
my life.

3) Jasmine Tea - Jasmine tea is what the office nurse always gave me
when I came in in tears, unable to finish my expense reports and
feeling alone and isolated for my lack of ability to communicate in a
foreign language. We couldn't communicate. She just gave me Jasmine
Tea, and once hugged me. She was the only person who touched me the
whole time I lived abroad. Jasmine Tea, to this day, takes me to the
pit of the absolute deepest despair I have ever felt. The flowery,
light, playful flavor immediately makes my heart sink. I don't drink
Jasmine tea.

4) Sweet Tea
- yes, it sure as hell IS tea. And it reminds me of
sitting on the porch, and watching the birds at the feeder, and times
being a lot simpler and sweeter. It reminds me of childhood and being
barefoot. I find it cute that no one up North even knows what it IS.

5) Green Tea - Green Tea reminds me of business meetings. Very long
business meetings. Meetings in which I understood very little, and
compensated by drinking a lot of tea instead. Meetings I often had to
interrupt with embarrassment to ask to be directed to the restroom
because waiting until the meeting was over was really pushing it.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

TEA

How to make a decent cup of tea in London.

London has hard water which makes tea taste terrible. Here’s my own personal routine that must be performed so I don’t go off on a northern rant.

  1. Descale regularly.

Kettles get covered in limescale really quickly. If you’ve never descaled yours, take a look inside. See all that white stuff stuck to the bottom and floating in the water? That’s limescale. Buy a descaler (the main brand is called Oust) and use it. Then suddenly the kettle is clean again.

  1. Buy a Brita filter

Those magic jugs you’ve seen advertised, they help clear the crap out of tapwater. Use one of those before you pour the water into the kettle.

  1. Use proper teabags

Yorkshire Tea makes a teabag especially for hard water. Buy those.

  1. Tear open a pack of Jaffa Cakes and have a nice sit down.

This is not mandatory but advised.


Wednesday, 27 July 2011

KISSING

Top Five Stories on Google News with the Word "Kissing" in Them as of Sunday 17 July

1. James Bond director Sam Mendes lures Rhys Ifans, who once kissed Daniel Craig
The Telegraph clearly doing a cracking SEO job here. Mostly it’s about Rhys Ifans joining the cast of the next Bond film. And a bit about them doing an on-screen kiss in Enduring Love.

2. Kissing and cuddling more important to men
According to this newspaper in Montreal, men are actually happier in relationships and enjoy a good snuggle. Apparently Japanese men and women are the happiest and most sexually satisfied. The Americans are very much not satisfied.

3. Gardai investigated claim bishop kissed teenage altar boy
Another unhappy tale of a Catholic bishop being a giant pervert. Clearly not happy with men his own age, which is OLD, this wayward religious man went after a teenage boy instead.

4. Questions remain from 'kissing case'
‎A slightly odd column from a newspaper in Charlotte, N Carolina about a case from 1958 where two schoolboys were accused of rape after a young girl gave them a kiss on the cheek.

5. Harry Potter And The Alternative History of Movie Kisses

Prompted by the furore around the much-anticipated kiss between Hermione and Ron in the new Harry Potter film, this writer provides a list of kisses that are better. Includes such delights as Planet of the Apes, Dumb and Dumber and Jackass 3D.

Sunday, 24 July 2011

KISSING

Hey there bud, what’s wrong? No-one wants to kiss you? Straight, and the person you wanted to kiss turned out to be gay? The person you used to kiss now kisses someone else? Well don’t fret. Because Weezer have written a song for every occasion.

Rivers Cuomo, singer with Weezer, has seen it all. He’s played Johnny Casino in a high school production of Grease. He’s married with a kid. He’s hooked up with fans. He wrote a song about being frustrated that he couldn’t be with a Japanese fan. He was celibate for years. He released an album so raw about heartbreak that he refused to play songs from it for the best part of ten years (though he soon did a U-turn to cash in with the Pinkerton tour, special edition, t-shirt and diary). He’s released one of the worst albums ever made (Make Believe) and two of the best (Blue/Pinkerton). In short - he knows the territory when it comes to heartache and disappointment.

So, here are five heartache scenarios, with a Weezer song to fit. You got the poison? Weez’ got the remedy.

1) No one wants to kiss you. You wouldn’t even kiss yourself.

Pic k yourself out of the gutter, friend – it’s time for a self-esteem injection via song. Rivers used to be ignored at every turn, but these days he’s banging out tunes like The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived, where he asserts via spoken word, punkrock choruses and all manner of rock operaesque devices that he’s not just a man, he’s the greatest man. It’s the closest the underdog-loving nerd-heavy underbelly that is geek rock gets to an R Kelly song. I firmly believe every generation gets the Bohemian Rhapsody it deserves – and we have been GOOD. One listen and you’ll believe a dork can fly. Best of luck getting the ladies to be ‘all up on your behind, cos you were born to shine’.

I Am The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived



2) You used to get the kisses, but you’ve become a recluse.

It’s OK. Life gets in the way, you’re working too hard, your friends are married or busy or just rude. It’s time to pick yourself back up and get back to partying while it’s still just arrested development and not a full-blown mid life crisis. The video for this one features Chloe from 24 for full geek points too.

The Good Life (video starring Chloe from 24)



3) Every time you get someone to kiss you, they leave.
“Why bother/It’s gonna hurt me/It’s gonna kill when you desert me/This happened to me twice before/It won’t happen to me anymore”. This is one Weezer track where I wouldn’t recommend taking it at face value. Don’t give up before you’ve even started. But DO put this on in the throes of a breakup to stop you going full melancholy and answering your door in just tears and a dressing gown at 4 in the afternoon. It’s two and a quarter minutes of pure ‘Love? Fuck it.’ Just make sure you don’t mean it forever.

Why Bother



4) You’re straight, but the person you want to kiss is gay.

Sure it’s a niche problem, but not too niche for the mighty Weezer to take on. Did the pink triangle on her shirt let you know the truth? Then sing along, my despondent hetero friend.

Pink Triangle



5) Finally, the oldest problem in the book – they used to kiss you, but now it’s someone else.

Anyone who says they’ve not felt this sting wants to check their pants for signs of fire. It’s the oldest heartache in the book – so why not add a spoonful of sugar, one of the biggest choruses of the band’s career – oh yeah, and the motherfucking MUPPETS for the music video to take the sting out of this all-too-common tale? Oh, and Weezer? Not saying you’re NOT good actors but when you’re outshone by fictional characters, maybe put a bit more effort in next time.

Keep Fishin’



6) And one for luck... you don’t know how to impress the one you want to kiss.

Simple – gather three supportive friends and learn this like it’s your last task on earth. Then all you have to do is head to your beloved’s address, and all they have to do is wind down the window. This one’s not written by Weezer but they will teach you how to sing it.

My Evaline



I’ve also put all these lessons in love on one handy Spotify playlist, which blows my anonymity for this week, but it’s a small price to pay to mend even one broken heart with the majesty of song.

Weezer Fiction Section


You’re welcome.

Monday, 18 July 2011

KISSING

Okay, let me start this off by eradicating all romantic hope, all sense of longing, all ‘I bet that’s what it would be like if he were to kiss me…’ by telling you this: movie kisses are not real kisses. At all, ever. I’ve seen the odd comedy that will go down the ‘Hey! We’re just like you!’ route by having their characters bump heads, but that’s not real either (curse you, Hollywood directors!). Let’s face it, we all know thatin real life, a bumped head is nothing. In real life, you usually end up cutting your lip on his braces, or snogging an ashtray (don’t ask), or ending up with ketchup smeared all over your face (really, don’t ask).

So, in summation this:

will never happen. Not to you, nor I. A TOTALLY HOT DUDE who has been made to look geeky but is actually still TOTALLY HOT will not fall hopelessly in love with you and snog you in the rain. Upside down. Oh, and did I mention hes a superhero? Oh yeah. If you want to dream big though, feel free to watch Spiderman.

Nor will this:


ever happen. Because we’re not cute, and we can’t dance. And I genuinely don’t think I could carry a watermelon more than 10 yards. But if you could, perhaps you should watch Dirty Dancing and look for Top Tips on how to snare your very own Johnny Castle.

This:
DEFINITELY won’t happen. EVER. The sooner we all come to realize that Ryan Gosling DOES NOT KNOW WHO WE ARE and never, ever will, no matter how many times we blow out the candles on our birthday cakes with our eyes tightly shut WISHING that one day he will – it’s not gonna happen. We will never be thrust into those burly arms. For a little escapism, though, watch The Notebook.

And finally, this:

has ever, nor will ever, actually happen. Mainly because we are not canines. Still makes me weep, though. Make yourself some spag bol, grab your hanky and watch The Lady and The Tramp.

Wear chapstick, folks.

THE LAST 7 DAYS

In the last seven days I went to watch Bridesmaids. Here’s five reasons why weddings are scary and weird.

1. They cost all the money you have and a lot of what your parents have. Some people expect their parents to pay for all their wedding. This is quite strange given they’re probably 28 and have been living away from home for ten years and already have jobs. The average cost of a wedding these days is £18,000 according to the top result on Google for “average cost of a wedding”. That’s £18,000 for a party. Personally, I’d rather take the money and have half a year off work.

2. Planning the £18,000 party is virtually a full-time job and turns brides from normally carefree happy people into crazed despots with a battlefield mentality.

3. Suddenly you’re obliged to set foot inside clubs you’ve spent your 20s avoiding in the name of hen and stag nights. Suddenly Oceana is acceptable again. As is fancy dress. I once went to on a circus-themed hen night to Liverpool. Unlike most hen nights we just looked like we’d stepped out of a circus rather than sexing up the outfits. We got a LOT of odd looks from the yellow, shiny cyborgs of Liverpool.

4. It turns people into hypocrites. They’ve not been near a church service in years, they follow Christianity about as closely as the the politics of Uzbekistan, yet they want to get married in a church. There they will sing hymns about being close pals with God and say prayers. And then they will not go near one again - until their friends get married.

5. They somehow turn Chris O’Dowd into a romantic character. My brain is still processing this.