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Michael Jackson Beat It
(CD Single), Epic
Phil Collins (Love Is Like A) Heatwave
(CD Single), Atlantic, 1
Simon & Garfunkel I Am A Rock
The Definitive Simon & Garfunkel, Columbia
Keane This Is The Last Time
(CD Single), Universal Island
Bobbie Gentry Ode To Billy Joe
20 Big Country Classics Vol.8, Trax Label
Imelda May Mayhem
(CD Single), Decca, 1
Johnny Tillotson Poetry In Motion
60's Number Ones Vol 1, Old Gold
Electric Light Orchestra Hold On Tight
Fantastic 80's Disc 1 (Various Artists), Columbia
The Verve Sonnet
Now 40 (Various Artists), Now
Manic Street Preachers (It's Not War) Just The End Of Love
(CD Single), Columbia, 16
Clifford T. Ward Home Thoughts From Abroad
Clifford T Ward: Gaye & Other Stories, Virgin
Nell Bryden Nell Bryden - Goodbye
(CD Single), Cooking Vinyl, 1
Martha Reeves and The Vandellas Dancing In The Street
Dancing In The Street (Various Artis, Universal Music Tv
Lynn Anderson Rose Garden
PAUSE FOR THOUGHT
Million Sellers Vol.15 - The Seventie, Disky
Yesterday’s homework question prompted such a big response, we thought you have something of an appetite for waterfalls. So, we decided to find out a bit more about them. Jamie Woodward is a Professor of Physical Geography at the University of Manchester. He’s a geomorphologist.
Nigel Barden's Spicy Recipe
Piri piri Poussin
By Bill Granger From Bill’s Basics (Quadrille)
There’s something very moreish about strongly marinated chicken, burning with chilli heat & almost over-grilled so that it falls off the bone.
Cooking time: Less than 30 mins
Preparation time: 50 mins+ (depending on marinate time)
250ml olive oil, plus extra for frying
2 green chillies, roughly chopped
2 red chillies, roughly chopped
1 teaspoon dried chilli flakes
1 teaspoon sea salt
4 garlic cloves, roughly chopped
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 x 500g poussins (small chickens), backbones removed & flattened – known as spatchcock, which your butcher can do for you.
1. Whiz the oil, chillies & flakes, salt, garlic & lemon juice in a blender until smooth.
2. Transfer to a pan over a medium heat & warm through for 5 mins.
3. Slash the poussins in a few places on each side.
4. Put the poussins in a shallow bowl & rub all over with the warm marinade.
5. Cover with cling film & marinate in the fridge for at least 30 minutes (Nigel left his for a good 3hrs, as Simon M loves his chilli heat!).
6. Heat a covered barbecue to high.
7. Place the poussins, skin-down, on the rack, close the lid & cook for 15-20 mins, or until cooked through (alternatively, cook, skin-up, in a 220C/gas mark 7 oven for 15-20 mins).
8. Baste during cooking for extra piri piri intensity.
Nigel's Top Tip
Piri piri sauce can be stored in your fridge for a good fortnight so make enough to use for other dishes, which of course don’t just have to be chicken.
You can spatchcock your own bird at home & there’s even a handy video on the BBC Food Recipes website, under piri piri chicken, telling you how to do it.
Confession: The Phantom Stall Holder
Dear Father Simon
This is a confession that has bothered me for some time as I consider myself to be an honest person and it involves uncharacteristically dodgy dealings at a car boot sale.
The situation was that my husband and I decided to consolidate our assets and see if we could earn a crust by selling off a right load of old tat at a car boot sale. We duly arose early and queued at the gate of said sale to ensure we got a good pitch. All went well as we fought off the hoards of people scrabbling to buy our rubbish and unpacked our stand.
When things quietened down my husband decided to go for one of his famous 'short wanders' which usually mean he disappears for hours leaving me without any idea of the prices he wants. Sure enough no sooner had he
gone than a tall gentleman wanted to know the price of a box of tools.
I phoned my husband who told me firmly 'I want a fiver for the lot, no
offers'. I told the man they were 4 and he said 'I only want the spanners, I'll give you three quid'. Fair enough I thought and slipped the coins into my pocket. I was slightly amazed to see him shoulder 3 large spanners that would have gone down well in Gulliver's toolbox, they were enormous! I couldn't believe that I had not noticed them before.
Whilst making myself a cup of tea, on the handy primus stove we had thought to bring, I was suddenly aware of a bit of a rumpus on the next stall. The man selling next to us was clearly furious and was telling his partner he couldn't believe how many thieving miscreants (he used another word, obviously) there were at the boot sale. "I can't believe someone has stolen those spanners" he said, they were enormous, I am very very cross', (or words to that effect!!).
It then dawned on me then that I had inadvertently sold next doors spanners,
no doubt for a considerably knocked down price. Before I could confess the lady next door saw me listening and said "Don't you think that's disgusting? Fancy pinching someone's spanners?" As the feeling of panic started to wash over me and I struggled to keep my face from colouring, my mouth opened, almost automatically in fact and to my eternal shame I heard myself agreeing with her as I added 'Oh Yes, they've got some brass nerve'.
When my husband returned I quickly told him what had happened, He agreed things had gone way past the stage where I could tell next door what had actually happened so I said I would give the money to charity (or buy a bottle of wine) and put it behind me.
About 20 minutes later there was some more ruckus nearby. I could hear the man next door shouting at someone. To my horror I realised that the guy who had bought the large spanners had walked back past the stall with them sticking out rather prominently from his backpack. There was a heated exchange involving accusations of theft and the suggestion of cutting peoples hands and other body parts off.
I waited with trepidation for the guy with the spanners to explain I had sold them to him... but fortunately he thought fast. He claimed that he had bought the spanners from another stall at the other end of the boot sale,
presumably so he wouldn't have to give them back. He agreed to take the
seller to said (fictional) stall so he could see the "thieving devil' that had sold them on.
They set off on a complete wild goose chase looking for a stall that didn't exist while I slunk around trying not to meet anyone's eye. The woman next door told me she couldn't believe the gall of someone who not only stole someone's large spanners but had the cheek to put them on their stall at the same boot sale and sell them again. I readily agreed with her, (somewhat guiltily) adding a few throw away "honestly" 's along with a whole range of sympathetic noises that Sybil Fawlty would have been proud of.
So it was no surprise to me that the search party returned shortly afterwards declaring that the thief had packed up and gone home and was no longer at the Car Boot.
I must further confess Father Simon that although the whole episode was
hairy at the time we did have a good laugh about it afterwards and we still go to the very same car boot sale and still see the same people fairly often. (Hence I am not disclosing my name or the location, to ensure continued anonymity)
So I hereby beg you and your worldly collective for final forgiveness for my silence; with the assurance, should it help in your decision, that I have since given at least £3 to a charity.