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The Rolling Stones Start Me Up
The Rolling Stones - Forty Licks, Abkco, 7
Enrique Iglesias & Nicole Scherzinger Heartbeat
(CD Single), Polydor, 2
Strawbs Part Of The Union
Bursting At The Seams, A&M
Donna Summer Bad Girls
Donna Summer - Summer Collection, Mercury
Bryan Ferry Let's Stick Together
Bryan Ferry/Roxy Music - Street Life, Eg
Imelda May Mayhem
(CD Single), Decca, 1
Foreigner Cold As Ice
It's Only Rock 'n' Roll... (Various), Fragile, 3
Tennessee Ernie Ford Sixteen Tons
Billy Joel Allentown
Billy Joel - Greatest Hits Vol.2, CBS
Caro Emerald Back It Up
(CD Single), Dramatico, 2
The Drifters Like Sister & Brother
Very Best Of Ben E.King & The Drifters, Global Television
The Script For The First Time
(CD Single), Sony, 1
Emmylou Harris C'est La Vie
Profile, Warner Bros
Having admitted to nearly buying a gold motor, Simon decided to find out what the most popular colour of car is. According to Perran Moon from Manheim Auctions, it's black. The most common, meanwhile, is silver, while the most loathed colour is . . . orange!
Beef & Ale Pie
By Angela Boggiano From Pie (Mitchell Beazley)
Cooking Time 3hrs
For the pastry (Nigel’s whispers you can use ready made pastry)
Makes 300g/10oz rich shortcrust pastry (beaten egg to glaze)
200g/7oz plain flour
¼ tsp salt
100g/3½oz unsalted butter, cold
1 egg beaten
1 tsp lemon juice
2 tbsp iced water
Mix together the flour & salt.
Chop the butter into cubes & add half of it to the four.
Gently & swiftly rub the fat into the flour until it resembles coarse breadcrumbs.
Add the rest of the butter & mix until it’s the size of small peas.
Make a well in the centre of the dry ingredients.
Mix the beaten egg with the lemon juice & water & gradually pour into the well a little at a time, using a knife to mix the dough as you go.
If the mixture looks like it has sufficient liquid to form a dough, don’t add all the liquid as the absorbency of flours varies.
Turn out on to a floured board & knead lightly until smooth.
Shape into a ball, wrap in cling film & refrigerate for at least 30 mins before use.
For the filling
25g/1oz plain flour
900g/1¾ lb chuck steak, cut into 2.5cm/1” cubes
20g/¾ oz butter
1 tbsp vegetable oil
2 large onions, thinly sliced
2 carrots chopped into 2.5cm/1” cubes
2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
2 tsp tomato purée
500ml/17fl oz ale such as Guinness or stout (Nigel used Young’s double choc stout)
300ml / ½ pint hot beef stock
2 tsp sugar
Salt & ground black pepper
Place the flour in a large bowl & season with salt & ground black pepper, add the cubes of meat & toss well in the flour until evenly coated.
Heat the butter & oil in a large, heavy-based flameproof casserole dish until the butter has melted.
Add the meat to the fat in small batches & brown quickly all over for just a minute, then remove with a slotted spoon & set aside.
Add the onions & carrots to the pan & fry gently for about 2 mins, then return the meat to the pan with the Worcestershire sauce, tomato purée, ale, stock & sugar.
Grind in plenty of black pepper & add a little salt, stir well & bring to the boil.
Cover, reduce to a gentle simmer & cook very slowly for 2 hours until the meat is tender & the sauce has thickened & is glossy.
Remove from the heat, place into a 1.5 litre/2½ pint deep pie dish & leave to cool completely.
Preheat the oven to 200C/400F/Gas 6.
Roll out the pastry to a thickness of about 3mm/?”.
Cut a 2cm/¾” strip from the rolled-out pastry.
Brush the rim of the pie dish with water & place the pastry strip around the rim, pressing it down.
Cut out the remaining pastry about 2.5cm /1” larger than the dish.
Sit a pie funnel into the centre of the filling; it will support the pastry & stop it from sinking into the filling & becoming soggy.
Place the pastry lid over the top & press down on to the edges to seal.
Trim off any excess pastry & crimp the edges with a fork, or between your thumb & forefinger.
Brush the top with beaten egg & make a hole in the centre to reveal the pie funnel.
Bake for 30-35 mins until the pastry is crisp & golden.
Nigel's Tip Of The Week
If you haven’t got a pie funnel to hand then simply slit the pie in the middle with a knife.
Confession: 'Doctor Will See You Now'
Dear Father Simon and the confessional collective,
I would like my identity to remain secret, because these days, I am a
respectable consultant neurosurgeon, and would not like to shake the
confidence of the patients who place their trust in me. However, since
my training days as a student in a reputable teaching hospital, I
have carried with me a burden of guilt after an indiscretion born of
youthful exuberance, and fuelled, it shames me to say Simon, by a certain quantity of alcohol.
I had been on call with my medical team for a long weekend, which in the
seventies, was typically Friday morning until Monday evening
continuously. It had been a weekend of the usual mix of drunks who had
fallen or fought, or both, peppered with a sprinkling of young and
elderly with various conditions. Weekends on call were hectic and stressful, and it was customary on completion of such a prolonged duty stint to let your hair down on the Monday night.
The qualified junior medical staff had to keep one eye on the need to
show up in reasonable condition for work as usual on Tuesday morning.
However, for the unqualified medical student, the junior doctors would offer to turn a blind eye to a late arrival or even failure to show the following day, taking the stance that "you are only young once".
On the occasion in question, I took full advantage of my immediate
bosses' generosity. I partied into the night and indeed through the night, staggering home bleary eyed, and, not thinking entirely straight, the following morning. I summoned all my concentration to make my way to the doctors' residence, and followed the most direct route, which involved a shortcut through the A & E department.
It was in the course of this shortcut that I transgressed. You see, the
continual flow of pints was by now having an acute and entirely
predictable effect on my bladder. The discomfort was by this time
excruciating, and the need to remedy this was so pressing that waiting until reaching the doctors' residence was just not an option.
In fact, so urgent was the need that even identifying a toilet in A & E
was not an option either. I pushed open the nearest door, and on registering that the room beyond was in darkness, I stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind, obliterating all light. I felt my way along the wall, thinking that any plumbing would have to do, even if it was only a sink. But the need was now overwhelming, and on detecting a tall metal pedal bin with my fumbling hands, I thought "this'll have to do". There was soon a loud drumming sound as my bladder emptied into the bin.
My relief was audible, but suddenly, much to my confusion, the room was
filled with skull-splitting light. As I tried to make sense of what was
going on, I looked over my shoulder. And there, as my eyes adjusted to
the blaze of light, I saw the professor of ophthalmology conducting an eye examination on an elderly lady. You see, I had mistakenly,
drunkenly, made my way into an examination room.
So, Father Simon and collective, I ask forgiveness, not for upsetting
the professor, who I'd never been overly keen on anyway, and who subsequently threatened at the top of his voice to terminate my embryonic medical career. And I'm not sure that the elderly lady really was too badly
affected, as by implication, her sight was hardly 20/20, and she
probably struggled to make sense of what she had heard.
No, I ask for forgiveness, because having recently allowed a teenage
party to take place in my own house, I now understand how unpleasant it is
to find ‘effluvia’ in the bin, and realise that an unfortunate hospital
domestic must have received a similar unpleasant shock in 1978.