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Electric Light Orchestra Shine A Little Love
ELO's Greatest Hits Vol.2, Epic
Manic Street Preachers (It's Not War) Just The End Of Love
(CD Single), Columbia, 16
Talk Talk It's My Life
More Greatest Hits Of 80's (Various), Disky
Everything but the Girl Missing (Remix)
Passion (Various Artists), Universal
Kevin Johnson Rock 'n' Roll (I Gave You The Best Years...)
Catching A Tiger, Columbia, 8
The Beatles In My Life
The Beatles: 1962-1967, Apple, 11
Billy Joel Piano Man
The Very Best Of, Columbia
The Alan Parsons Project Eye In The Sky
Top Hits: 1982 (Various Artists), Rhino
a-ha Butterfly Butterfly (The Last Hurrah)
(CD Single), Rhino, 1
Duffy Rain On Your Parade
(CD Single), A&M, 1
Neil Diamond I Am I Said
Neil Diamond - The Ultimate Collectio, Columbia/Mca
Charlie Rich The Most Beautiful Girl
The Greatest Hits Of 1974 (Various), Premier
On Wednesday, Sally, Matt and Pauline had the temerity to suggest the Isle of Wight is boring. We thought the island deserved a right to reply. Local resident and Radio 1 DJ Rob Da Bank joined Simon to put the record straight.
Summer Fruit Cobnut Crumble
By Alexander Hunt From Potash Farm
Preparation Time: 25 minutes Cooking Time: 35 minutes
450g strawberries (Nigel used Victoria plums)
225g blueberries (Nigel used blackberries)
225g red or blackcurrants
115g caster sugar
3 tbsp crème de cassis (Nigel used Sloe Whisky or Gin)
170g plain flour
55g roasted cobnuts
115g butter, diced
55g caster sugar
1. Pre-heat the oven to 200c/Gas 6.
2. Wash and hull the strawberries. If large, cut in half before placing in a pie dish of roughly 1.8 litre capacity. Alternatively, divide the fruit between 6 individual dishes.
3. Wash the blueberries and currants, stripping the latter from their stalks and pat them dry on kitchen paper. Mix both into the strawberries, along with the raspberries and sugar.
4. Finally, sprinkle over the crème cassis and set aside.
5. Place the flour and cobnuts in a food processor. Whiz until the nuts form fine crumbs, then add the diced butter.
6. Briefly process until the butter forms fine crumbs. Transfer to a bowl and mix in the sugar.
7. Cover the fruit with the crumble mixture and press down lightly but evenly. Place in the centre of the oven and bake for 10 minutes before reducing the temperature to 190c/gas 5.
8. Continue to bake for a further 20-25 minutes. Serve hot, warm or cold with lots of thick cream or home-made custard.
Nigel's Top Tip
Many nut allergy sufferers can tolerate cobnut oil, so do experiment with it (under controlled circumstances) & as pumpkins are coming into season, try them roasted in cobnut oil. Alternatively you can simply dip your roasted cobnuts in chocolate. If your crumble looks a bit anaemic, finish it off under the grill, but do keep your eyes on it to avoid the char factor
Confession: The Mysterious Mal De Mer
Dear Father Simon,
I have now been listening to the download of your best bits on my MP3 while walking on the moors of western Brittany for quite some time, and your confessions slot always brings on pangs of regret for a long-held guilty secret… As a result now after nearly 30 years I've decided I must tell all…
In the early 1980s we had a pub in an inner-city location on the coast of England. It was number nine on a stag run of ten, and a pretty basic British boozer. When we took over the establishment, the regulars regarded eating in pubs as… at best… a complete waste of time, and more accurately as a sign of extreme effeminacy!
I was determined to change that attitude, and started putting on artful but unpretentious daily specials. Despite my best efforts we often sold no more than a couple of meals a day, and the staff and I would eat up what was left over. One day during a heat wave I decided to be particularly inventive and use up all the leftovers in the fridge. The result was George's Chicken, Salami, Rice and Pea Surprise.
It was to live up to its title.
Having sold only one serving during the lunchtime session, I and my bar manager scoffed the remainder. That afternoon I was woken from my pre-opening nap by a strange moaning sound. Looking through the open door into the darkened passage, I saw a shape lurching towards me.
It was my manager, crawling on his hands and knees and groaning piteously. As I sat up to enquire what was amiss, I became aware myself of a very urgent need to sprint to the little boys room. After the manager had followed my example, we recovered enough to compared notes and concluded that I had poisoned the pair of us.
Worse, a customer had also bought and eaten a portion of the very special dish of the day. He was not a young man either and we became concerned that the most serious of repercussions could result from a bout of full-on food poisoning. Worse still, he could live and we could be sued and lose our licence to run the Pub!
My concerns grew as the only other consumer of my surprise dish did not appear in the pub for the next week... I started to make quiet enquiries and by the Wednesday, I have to admit I was in a state of panic; I even went as far as checking his name did not appear in the obituary column of the local paper (I checked twice a day every day!).
I have to admit he was not my favourite customer, as he spent little on beer, never bought me a drink and had a nasty habit of eating with his mouth open and spraying me and the barmaid with a melange of debris. All I knew of him however was that he worked locally for the government and had a hush-hush job to do with ships.
A few days later, and I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed when my missing customer finally walked trough the door, looking a somewhat thinner than when we had last met.
As I served up his usual half, I tentatively asked where and how he had been… He said he had gone away on sea trials the afternoon of the day he had last visited us. When I asked how the trials had gone, he said he had not been able to do his job because the moment the ship left Dock he was overtaken with the most terrible pains in his stomach. So bad were his symptoms that he had been helicoptered back to dry land from middle of the voyage and sent by ambulance to the local hospital.
The thing he couldn't understand was that it had been dead calm when the ship left port, and he had never in his life suffered seasickness before. Nor had he realised how awful it could be!
Trying not to show my relief (or laugh), I poured him a free drink and consoled him with the fact that even the great Lord Admiral Nelson was a bad sailor and suffered from "mal de mer"...
Now though, a quarter of a century on, I realise I should have confessed my guilty secret to him at the time. As it may have affected his job and many other things in the future… Not to mention the guilt I felt for his employers the government who had to foot the bill for helicopters and medical treatment!
Can your assembly find it in their hearts to forgive me by proxy?