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Ex-ballerina Better Half tells me that ballerinas will often have bleedy feet after spending anything more than a few minutes en pointe. Why let the blood and the frankly underused space in the wooden blocks go to waste? Surely both could be better used by the deployment of a cunningly miniaturised
black pudding making machine which would, once the requisite amount of blood was collected, produce from the toe of the shoe a small but perfectly formed Stornoway black pudding, for consumption by the weary soloist and her corps de ballet.
Ew indeed.
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Reminded me of this self-masticatory idea of [hippo]'s. [theleopard, Nov 26 2007]
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So when do the oatmeal, fat and herbs get added? |
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They are carefully inserted by a preening, pipette wielding stage-hand mere minutes before the call. |
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pipette wielding sage hand, shirley? |
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A totally foolish, and rediculous idea. (+)
Now what about "foot-cheese-making", for
runners? I do a lot of running and I'm sure
I could make some kind of cheese with the
stuff that sweats off my feet. Anyone for
cheese on toast at my house? |
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That's a croque, monsieur! Is that pedmont cheese? |
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For some reason the phrase "frankly underused space in the wooden blocks" made me chortle. |
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I'm looking around the room now at the shockingly underused spaces inside all sorts of domestic objects, including an early outbreak of Christmas baubles. |
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//what about "foot-cheese-making", for runners?// |
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I had a friend that once described to me various fictional "fromunda cheese" manufacturing aids. |
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The most memorable one involved a series of expanding belly button jewels that increased the size of the innie cavity until it could ferment a whole wheel sized piece of fromunda cheese. |
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Who says human consumption . The big machine still has to be fed . |
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//shockingly underused spaces inside all sorts of domestic objects, including an early outbreak of Christmas baubles.//
<reaches for beer-mat, sketches bauble solar still> Hmmm </rfbmsbss> |
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//Are you a cannibal?//
Autophage? |
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[xenzag] around here it's called *toe jam* |
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Looks more like cheese to me - jam is
usually brightly coloured. This stuff
resembles paramesan to me. Maybe I'm
eating too much pizza. |
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How did I miss this? The blood should be oozing out of the keyboard.. |
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It's ideas like this that scare me, way way way muchly. |
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I would do anything to make Darcey Bussell mine. |
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Except anything to do with her no-doubt ghastly gnarly tree-root f*cked-up ballet dancer's lifetime of abuse tippy toes, which are likely made out of gravel and look like sheep's knee bones wrapped in parchment. I think toeblood would make the most exquisitely f*ckin horrible black pudding. I'll leave it to WJ MacDonald (best) or Charley Barley (2nd best) to provide me with the finest offal-derived product in the known universe. |
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Though of course, Murdcoh, you would only be able to consume this Ballet Black Pudding if you were either in the corps de ballet or, at the outside, some sort of sweatily obsessive and financially persuasive promoter of the moving arts, able to blackmail the company into giving you the opportunity to corner the prima ballerina immediately post ovation and, while making googly eyes at her, quickly lock the door and whip out your campinggaz stove. And though I don't know you particularly well, Murdoch, I'd be prepared to hazard that you are not such a promoter. Nor, indeed, a ballerina. Though I may be wrong. |
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So, the black pudding so created by this idea is designed only for those steel-muscled and limber types who would wish to supplicate themselves before the soloist, to curry favour or, more mystically, to absorb, Fore tribesmanlike, some of her physical and artistic powers, via the means of a small but perfectly formed black pudding butty. |
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***sigh*** If only you, [Calum] could harness this mental energy for good. |
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edit: for the greater good |
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You could make Mealy Pudding by continuously stomping upon a vegan clown's floppyboot. |
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Calum, I read "post ovation" as "post ovulation" first time, which cast your anno in v different light to what was intended. |
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