Livercake

Batmobile for sale

They're all for sale. Which one would you buy? A favourite story is the thoroughly tried, tested, designed, built...did I say tried and tested? No-mistakes-this-cost-a-fortune. First or second big Batman film batmobile. What could go wrong after all the testing and re-testing?

First full dress rehearsal. Batman jumps in. Cape. Mask. The lid slides forwards...

...and traps his ears.

Shackle the press? Literally?

Before banging on about the Levenson inquiry being, or not being, or not being implemented enough. Look at Turkey. Journalists languishing in jail for not agreeing with the people in power. Do you trust our people in power enough to let them decide who is allowed to write, and what?

Me neither.

The well-publicised...

...first diagnosis test for prostrate cancer is the finger up the bottom. Mirthfully narrated by many a raconteur, belly up to the bar, giving the full lowdown on the doctor's bedside manner. See Ricky Gervais' character in the first series of Louis CK.

Accident or design, then, the TV advert tagline:

“Help us crack it”?

Liver cake

Yep. Liver. Cake. It's for dogs. White dog seems to think it's absolutely yummy. BLISS found a recipe on line, and I did the shopping.

“What'd'you buy all that liver for?” she said when I returned. With the liver. A kilo of liver.

“Because” (in my best Vivian (Young Ones) voice) “that's what the recipe you found requires. A kilo. Those are two half-kilo packs of liver.”

As usual, though, BLISS was right. A kilo of liver, and a kilo of flour. Eggs. Milk. Water. This lady with the Internet recipe, just how big is her dog? An Irish Wolfhound / Blue Whale cross? Something from Jurassic Park?

We're now the proud owners of enough liver cake to sink the Titanic. With that thought in mind, BLISS went into full-on responsible parent mode, to DLL:

“Eat the ice cream” she said “and the pies.”

“Eh?”

“I'm going to need space in the freezer.”