Saturday, September 11, 2010

The Last Night of the Proms!

Lord, grant that Marshal Wade/ may by Thy mighty aid,/ victory bring! We really need to re-insert that verse into the national anthem. It's not quite as cool as the obscure verse of the French national anthem that denounces Bouillé and his complices, but it's still a lot of fun. Frustrate their knavish tricks! Crush the Scots! Deutschland, Deutschland, über alles!

(There was some brandy left over from putting in the fruit cake I baked earlier, and I foolishly drank it tonight. Much stronger stuff than I thought it was.)

4 comments:

  1. What kind of fruit cake Ben ?
    Does it have a name I mean ?

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  2. I call it Fred, but that's just me. It's just a fruit cake, and it tasted... well, okay-ish. Not that great, to be honest. Maybe I need a refresher course on baking before I change careers...

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  3. I feel the name to be most suitable. Single cream or custard on top should cure Fred for you Ben. :-)

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