Interestingly, the inscription on your mug suggests you may no longer be sowing your own wild oats! 😀
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That's because he is proud of his Ginger Nuts! 😉
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It's probably an attempt to represent the Scott Red tartan - appropriately enough given that the image is on a Scott's porage box! 🙂
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A Christmas present from my dear niece. How they laughed when I unwrapped it... 🙄
I have been using my intense detective abilties to unravel a mystery on vaguely successive frames of a roll of film taken by my friend Wayne in 1987:
Where in the World is Wayne? I decided he might getting bookish in University Land in Bloomsbury, visiting Soho famous for its Strip Joints, or in Theatre Land near Shaftesbury Avenue. Because the big building rings some London University bell with me.
My initial guess was wrong. My second guess was spot-on.
Puzzle: Where was the neon picture "LES" taken in 1987? 😀
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Hey, Steve- how about a picture of the raw oats Quaker sells in Engand?
Over here there are three levels of rolled-ness, Regular(pretty flat, cooks in 10 min),Quick(smashed to bits, cooks in 2-3min), and Mother's(a bit thicker, 15-18min).
I might soak the Mother's, but not the others.
Over here there are three levels of rolled-ness, Regular(pretty flat, cooks in 10 min),Quick(smashed to bits, cooks in 2-3min), and Mother's(a bit thicker, 15-18min).
I might soak the Mother's, but not the others.
It's been awhile but this episode of Conan O'Brien Show left quite an impression to American viewers.
Without posting a picture, which wouldn't be very interesting, I can confirm these oats seem to be of the "regular" variety. Frankly, salty, soaked, watery porridge was worse than the regular equal cups of porridge, milk and water concoction. I really don't know why the Scots rave about the stuff. 😕
Made the best of a bad job this morning with homegrown apples, raspberries and more squirty cream added. With Tea. But really, I hear the call of Bacon and Eggs coming, washed down with coffee. 🙂
Anybody getting near solving my puzzle about where this was in 1987?
I include a map of the West End to assist. Interestingly, since we are talking William Penn, at 80 Cleveland Street near Goodge Street station is the Philadelphia themed Sports bar. Passyunk Avenue.
Made the best of a bad job this morning with homegrown apples, raspberries and more squirty cream added. With Tea. But really, I hear the call of Bacon and Eggs coming, washed down with coffee. 🙂
Anybody getting near solving my puzzle about where this was in 1987?
I include a map of the West End to assist. Interestingly, since we are talking William Penn, at 80 Cleveland Street near Goodge Street station is the Philadelphia themed Sports bar. Passyunk Avenue.
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Not all Scots rave about porridge, for some it is a necessity.
Scots in remote Island and Highland locations rely on Porridge Oats for sustenance until the Haggis Trapping Season commences in late December!
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Note in Johnson's dictionary (the first) under 'Oats' it says
'a grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.'
Arnie eats Porridge (aka oatmeal) for breakfast. You going to argue with the Terminator?
'a grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.'
Arnie eats Porridge (aka oatmeal) for breakfast. You going to argue with the Terminator?
Just one small bowl of porridge a day can increase life expectancy by 5 per cent, and reduce the risk of death by heart disease by 9 per cent.
English horses don't know how lucky they are! 😀
English horses don't know how lucky they are! 😀
I want to know what the Irish horses eat. They usually win. 😡
Galu thinks I make everything up, but I used to work in Doctor Johnson's house in Anchor Terrace, Southwark Bridge Road. We had his Dictionary in a glass case.
Right next to the REAL Shakespeare Theatre. Which I can reliably tell you is haunted. I had a very frightening experience one night on hearing ghostly footsteps overhead. Wondered if it was Banquo's Ghost from "The Scottish Play". 😱
I didn't like to mention Doctor Johnson, since he was very scathing about eating Oats. 😀
soundchaser has made a very good stab at he problem with "Les Miserables":
I wondered if there was some Architectural clue in the picture?
Clearly an oldish one, if not quite Classically correct. 😎
Galu thinks I make everything up, but I used to work in Doctor Johnson's house in Anchor Terrace, Southwark Bridge Road. We had his Dictionary in a glass case.
Right next to the REAL Shakespeare Theatre. Which I can reliably tell you is haunted. I had a very frightening experience one night on hearing ghostly footsteps overhead. Wondered if it was Banquo's Ghost from "The Scottish Play". 😱
I didn't like to mention Doctor Johnson, since he was very scathing about eating Oats. 😀
soundchaser has made a very good stab at he problem with "Les Miserables":
I wondered if there was some Architectural clue in the picture?
Clearly an oldish one, if not quite Classically correct. 😎
My first encounter with porridge made it a lost cause forever.
This was many years ago while I was a young boy scout at a summer camp.
The stewart of the camp had decided for us, porridge every morning. He had a huge supply from the grocery run by his parents.
Of course we had the how good that is for our health.
We tried everything with that stuff, laying bricks and stones, raising the pan pulling on a spool dipped in it, glueing shoes and cloth, plugging holes or pipes.
Dumping in a nearby bush seemed the best way to deal with it, we even had a few who ingested some and we could see that after going through, the matter aspect had not changed.
This was many years ago while I was a young boy scout at a summer camp.
The stewart of the camp had decided for us, porridge every morning. He had a huge supply from the grocery run by his parents.
Of course we had the how good that is for our health.
We tried everything with that stuff, laying bricks and stones, raising the pan pulling on a spool dipped in it, glueing shoes and cloth, plugging holes or pipes.
Dumping in a nearby bush seemed the best way to deal with it, we even had a few who ingested some and we could see that after going through, the matter aspect had not changed.
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I used to eat it with my grandmother, but didn't think too much of it. One day I was about 17, I woke up at a friends house and couldn't find anything to make for breakfast so I made porridge. I felt so ready for action that day that I've never forgotten it.
Doctor Johnson said:
A veritable Feast of interesting things to do and eat, and er, drink. I am never tired of London. 😎
How we getting on?
Still looking for clues? I think Doctor Johnson would have solved this one quickly.
