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I plan to make my brine tomorrow. This is the first stage of my pickled onions experiment. I believe this process, once the onions are submerged will last for 4 days.

...I love being married, it is very nice. There is though a darker side to it, which is never mentioned prior to marriage. It is the subversion of your gadget head, especially important from a male perspective, as although I am not suggesting women cannot be geeky tech heads, this is not true, some females I know are very much into this delightful area. It is inherently a male dominated fetish. For example, my previous post about my new phone, the rather sexy, Samsung Omnia, proves I like gadgets. Now, with being married I am being pushed towards looking more at household gadgets. They just arent as sexy, but they can be quite nice. I spent 2 hours of my life, which I will never get back looking last night at Irons. Ours has died. I bought one from amazon, here it is. I rather liked it, it was %50 off, so a real baragin to boot. Yet, the truth is, there are, and I know I spent 2 hours looking, some pretty sexy Irons out there, they are the household equivalents of sexy Italian supercar...

There is perhaps no finer food than the humble pickled, "Allium cepa". And with the time of Christmas approaching, this is the pinnacle of the Onion's life. To any discerning 'foodie' the pickled onion is the Boxing day classic. In the last week I bought myself a large jar of Pickled onions from the shops, as a little trial run for the boxing day onion. Now I have to say that I was hugely disappointed in them. They were perhaps the most tasteless, uncrunchy pickled onions I have tasted. My disappointment was made worse was because it was a good onion selling company and I will name and shame. That company was called HAYWARDS, purveyors of, usually, very good Pickled Onions, but no, this jar, my jar, was awful! So Haywards, you have lost yourself a customer, because I now plan to make my own Pickled Onions! Yes, I have scoured the internet to discover the secret to pickling and I plan to create my own pickled onions. It is too important to tolerate poor pickled oni...

I spent a rather enjoyable evening meal opposite a pretty attractive female tonight. This is good in many ways. It proves that I still have the remarkable power to attract women that I possessed as a six month baby. I was a pretty gorgeous baby, I have to say, I have the photo to prove it. Anyway, Chatting to this vision of loveliness the conversation went to christmas music and I did mention my top three and I thought I'd drop them here too. Number 1. (Now, although, as the good lady pointed out, this isn't a christmas song. It was in fact a christmas number 1 in 1979/80, and thereofore qualifies as a christmas song. animation by the genius, that is, Gerald Scarfe. Number 2. Always I think of Christmas when I hear this song. Number 3. Still a classic.

Number 1. Do not lose the To Do Notepad. Oh my mind is going. Where is it!?

Leader of the British BNP. An extremist party of the right, who believe in governance through discrimination on Colour, Race and religion. Stands up and declares that England is for the English and we need to reclaim our country, practices what he preaches...by Living in Wales, a country whose history, whose very culture is not english, but celt. The leader of the BNP is, essentially, an immigrant. And speaking of all things hideous and BNP. I even recieved a letter from them explaining to me how I am letting down my residents by not being concerned by the huge amount of 'on white racism' Now being lectured in written form (as all councillors were, as they mailed the letter and racism report to us all, I believe), by the BNP reporting on racism, is to my mind a little like the Nazi party mailing out their leaflet on why the weimer republic is not being inclusive with differing faiths. We are not going to solve the ills of society by being led by a government that deliberately ...

Number 1. 5ft 7in Wife's medium sized running T-shirt. Oh Yes, I arrive at Gym with a gym bag, having packed just before. I needed a gym shirt so I opened my drawer and took out one of my many Grey T shirts, I have at least 5, and just tossed it in and merrily skipped to the gym. Got all clothes out and then, at this point, I take out the grey shirt and see on the back the Mansfield Chad logo. Now, almost immediately I know I don't have a grey shirt with this on, though my wife does, from one of the mansfield Half Marathons she ran. I am now in the position whereby I need two tshirts, one for the gym and one to wear home and have just the one I am wearing, XL and a grey one, M. I took the only Option I had, which meant training in the T-shirt I had worn all day, which was fine, I wasn't going to smell any cleaner, so hey-ho. It was after my shower that I realised that I really couldn't bear to walk home wearing my sweaty T shirt, so I bit the bullet and poured myself i...