Music Played14 items
Stevie Wonder Sir Duke
Stevie Wonder - Song Review, Motown
The Hoosiers Choices
(CD Single), RCA, 1
Genesis Follow You Follow Me
And Then There Were Three, Charisma
Talk Talk It's My Life
More Greatest Hits Of 80's (Various), Disky
Simon & Garfunkel Baby Driver
Top Of The Morning With Terry Wogan, Sony Music TV
Sheryl Crow Summer Day
(CD Single), A&M, 1
Creedence Clearwater Revival Up Around The Bend
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chroni, Fantasy, 24
Eagles Life In The Fast Lane
The Best Of Eagles, Asylum
Billy Ocean Red Light Spells Danger
Billy Ocean - Love Is For Ever (L.I.F, Jive
Lady Gaga Alejandro
(CD Single), Streamline Records, 1
Grace Jones Pull Up To The Bumper
The Divas Of Dance (Various Artists), Telstar
Amy Macdonald This Pretty Face
(CD Single), Mercury, 1
The Spinners The Rubberband Man
25 Years Of Rock'n'Roll 1976 Vol.2, Connoisseur Collection, 16
The Charlie Daniels Band The Devil Went Down To Georgia
Ultimate Country (Various Artists), Telstar
Tunes In Your Head
As part of our ongoing theme this week, Simon spoke to neuroscientist Dan Glaser about how music is stored in our minds. Turns out the reason Pauline doesn't like Greensleeves could be because she heard it during a traumatic event - without even realising it!
Stamppot or Celeriac Mash
The Dutchest dish of all Dutch dishes. Traditionally served with smoked pork sausage, known as rookworst, & gravy. For the Spanish effect, feel free to use Chorizo (cooking).
Serves 2 as a main meal, or 4 as a side dish.
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cooking Time: 20 minutes
Total Time: 30 minutes
6 large mealy potatoes, like Idaho or russet potatoes
1 large celeriac
1 cup chopped celery leaves
3 tbsp butter
1 tbsp mustard
1. Peel the potatoes.
2. Peel the celeriac, using a knife to cut the thick skin away until you are left with only creamy white flesh.
3. Cut the potatoes & celeriac into similarly sized pieces for even cooking.
4. In a large soup pot, boil the potatoes & celeriac for 20 minutes in salted water.
5. Drain, shake & dry with kitchen towel before mashing with a masher or ricer.
6. Working quickly, add the butter & mustard. Season to taste.
7. Stir through the celery leaves just before dishing up.
8. Serve Celeriac Mash as a side dish or top with slices of smoked pork sausage & gravy as a main meal.
Nigie's Top Tip
The Dutch eat bread at least twice a day, so make sure you get a good hunky of farmhouse bloomer to mop up the mash & gravy mixture. Or if you’re feeling particularly hand held, lob a sausage in it & pile on some of the onions from the gravy.
Confession: "Driving Miss Dairy"
Dear Father Simon and reverend team of forgivers.
My confession relates to an incident that happened many years ago but has haunted me ever since. When I was 9 my Dad got a job as a milkman, and I used to help him before school and at weekends.
One day, he was offered a new round delivering milk to some posh houses in the town’s affluent suburbs. He was rewarded with one of the dairy’s brand new sparkling milk floats. This electric marvel was magnificent. The faux leather, padded seats were a world apart from the hard bench seat and dodgy cushion arrangement we'd had in the previous prehistoric floats of old. I was in awe.
So early one morning, Dad proudly double-parked the float alongside a row of swanky cars in front of these resplendant regency dwellings. Their well-kept stonework, glistening in the streetlights, was only dwarfed by the array of glittering cars parked outside. My dad took a crate of milk and headed off into a retirement home, and began putting the milk outside each apartment door. Meanwhile, I had completed delivering to a few nearby houses and returned to the float first. Now I don't know if it was the fact that I was so enamoured with this new machine or if I thought my Dad would be impressed, but for reasons that escape me I decided to move it further down the road to continue deliveries while I waited for Dad to finish inside.
Well Simon, milk floats are not complicated machines, one switch to
select forward or reverse and two pedals, go and stop. What could be simpler? I sat in the big seat, ran my fingers around the shiny steering wheel, selected ‘forward’ and pressed the accelerator pedal to the floor.
Unfortunately having never driven anything before, I had no idea that
the steering was so heavy and I just couldn't turn the wheel enough.
Also, electric vehicles accelerate rather quickly when ‘floored’ and although the top speed was only 30 mph, I found myself doing that almost immediately, as the float bounced uncontrollably off the row of posh people’s cars lined up outside their splendid abodes.
One by one, the front corner of the float scraped down the sides of
the cars, removing door handles and mirrors with consummate ease, before I managed to bring this awful event to a halt by finding the brake pedal. Panicking, I put it into reverse and, gently this time, moved it back from whence it came before getting out to survey the damage.
My Dad returned to the float just as I finished kicking the last piece
of mirror under the last damaged car and I knew I had to do the decent thing. So I began chatting casually about how I'd seen a car further up the road driving erratically. My dad peered into the gloom ahead as he drove further up the road, saying he couldn't see anything and within seconds we were past the row of scraped cars. We finished the round and I cycled home wondering how I was going to explain myself later that evening after school.
But Simon, nothing was mentioned, no stern-looking Dad, just his usual cheery self. The following day, however, as we got to the road in question, my Dad was soon confronted by a gentleman who was gesturing towards his damaged car. I knew now that the game was up, even though my Dad was giving a convincing performance as someone who had no idea what the man was talking about. I was sure that when they looked at the front passenger side of the float there would be no denying it was the perpetrator of the damage, as the float had been left with some telltale grazes and a bent bumper end when I had inspected it the previous day. Obviously, not wanting to draw attention to the damage, I’d gone out of my way not to look at the front of our float all morning but knew what was coming when my Dad and the man walked around to look at the float. While my Dad said "I told you so" and the man scratched his head in disbelief, I looked and to my amazement saw nothing but a clean, shining, undamaged corner.
My Dad asked me to recount how I’d seen a car wildly speeding off and suggest that perhaps it was this driver who’d caused the damage. The man took this information on the chin and walked off muttering about how that sort of driver should be strung up.
Returning to the dairy, Dad went to the office to cash up while I waited. Then the dairy’s mechanic popped his head through the window. He asked me to tell my Dad to be careful with this new float as it had taken him a whole day to repair it but he'd kept it quiet so as to not get my Dad in trouble for hitting a gate post or lamp post... "or wall"? I cheekily piped up. ‘Yes, or wall’ he repeated, nodding knowingly as he walked off.
Simon, I seek forgiveness for my over zealous belief that I could
handle this vehicle, firstly from the people whose cars I damaged in
my attempt at driving the milky behemoth, from the mechanic who spent all that time unwittingly covering up my misdemeanor but most of all from my Dad for not having the 'bottle' to tell him what happened. Finally to the dairy who were blissfully unaware, but were so nearly saddled with what would have been a very hefty repair bill or insurance claim. I hope you and your venerable team can find it in your hearts to give me some solace at last.
Ashamed of Gloucestershire