Waltz with Bashir

Mobility...er...chopper?

It was in Ipswich, which can be a bit odd in places, but I saw an old lady, complete with tartan rug, on a Harley Davidson tribute mobility scooter. She was grinning a mad-old-lady grin. I don't know if she had a leather jacket on, because of the tartan rug.

Waltz with Bashir

I've taken an age to get around to watching this. It sounds absolutely off-the-wall: a foreign language animated documentary.

It's the story of the director's experiences during the 1982 Lebanon war, as a nineteen year old serving in the Israeli infantry.At the start he discusses his minimal recall and a recurring nightmare with an old friend, before setting off to fill in the missing pieces. His story unfolds in parallel with the lead up to the massacre of Palestinian civilians in refugee camps.

The animation is superb, the music is brilliant, the story telling is engrossing, and the pay-off at the end, when drawings are replaced by still photos taken in the aftermath of the massacre, is chilling.

Liver-ish

I had a liver-craving and found some in the freezer. We'd bought it to make liver cake treats for the dogs. So I was eating the dog's unwanted leftovers. How's that for reducing the wasted food mountain? Liver is classified in odd ways.

There's pig's liver (as opposed to pork, the bits people don't buy so much now are classified as 'pig's', as in pig's trotters, pig's kidneys and pigs liver). Cheap as chips and with the most (probably the best) flavour. Milder is lamb's liver (they just add the apostrophe-s to that). Calve's liver is prised, expensive, and tastes of very little, in my opinion.

What I'd found was ox liver. Anything they can sell for big money is 'beef' and all the other bits are 'ox'. Ox liver, ox tongue, oxtail.

I had liver and bacon, with onions and chips and mushy peas. The good thing is that you don't need any of that jus reduction with a dash of red wine nonsense. A bit of stock to moisten and Worcestershire sauce or even brown sauce flavouring, and there's your onion gravy, right there.

More comedy football...

...as United lose to Sunderland in the Capital One Cup. There is one amazing revelation in Ferguson's silly little book (apparently – I wouldn't read it locked in a cell with nothing else to read) and that is that Demento (as the Arsenal blogs prefer to refer to the odious wretch) does not love the game of football at all, he just loves Demento and hasn't a single decent word for anyone else.

Anyway, weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth coming from the red corner of Manchester is music to the ears after years of their gloating. Just a shame it's on Moye's watch and not Demento's.