Hey Headwank , what did you do with the remaining frozen sprouts?
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Veet -- the Men's Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell) . . .
Reviewed in Thailand on 19 January 2023
After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits.
Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was.
I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head.
Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg.
Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair.Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief.
I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned.
Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse.
This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me.This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.
The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good "
Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction.
I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...
So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self
respect.......
Shalom
^Do you ever look back at what you've posted the next day and think to yourself that drinking turns you into a total fucking retard, or are you just happy to be that way? Genuine question, give it the 'ole brittle treatment and deflect or ignore if it's too difficult to answer.
Imagine if England had have colonised Thailand and taught them English sports, they could have joined the lengthy list of former colonies that flog you at games you invented then as well
^The deflection angle this time then...
The problem with chili crab, and crab in general, is that you end up fighting with your food. This was as far as I got recently before giving up. However, my wife and her family will happily plough on until the the thing is completely shredded of meat- and she did just this when we were in Malaysia last month.
I like it shredded in a chowder type dish, crab cakes or in crab fried rice that you almost always find around the beaches in Thailand. As a whole, it's a once in a blue moon affair for me because of the hassle.
That is a common misconception. In fact there is excellent food in the UK, I don't know why it gets a bad press except for being expensive. The british edible crab is as good as any crab anywhere, IMO. The mussels are good too. British oysters are not the finest, still pretty good.
That is not to say that all British food is great, agreed, but if you travel around the UK there are many regional specialities, which don't need to be 'haute cuisine' to be great eating, from a good Cornish pasty to northern fish and chips. There are many fine dining opportunities around the country and the cities have dishes from everywhere in the world. Diversity is part of what makes eating in the UK so enjoyable.
All valid points and something I look forward to when I go home, especially in modern day Britain where there is a cracking restaurant on just about any corner and all the ingredients you need to cook just about any dish from around the world available in supermarkets. It is not 1975 anymore.
However, since PAG retired from the kitchen, the head TD British chef these days is Chitty.
You have to bear that in mind when taking into account the scepticism of others.
You have to take into context the British posters in this thread that I was responding to. Reg/Dill, Joe and Hal tend to have rather shit taste in cuisine, and it was those wankers who I was addressing. Your points are duely notated Shutree. With that lot I just mentioned, it is all about the banter.
It is good fun having a go at each other. A TD tradition.
I've had loads of good steaks in lots of good restaurants; some of the best I've had were in South America and fell apart in your mouth. They were some of the best food I've had (and also some of the worst too when cooked like shoe leather as was the local preference in some cities).
In general though, I tend to find them hugely overrrated by you yanks and Aussies. Give me a great British curry over a boring steak any day of the week.
A notable mention to Korean Hanwoo though (The Korean equivalent to Wagyu). Wonderful stuff, and with loads of marbling, but always with the option of some kind of sauce or banchan on the side.
Definitely not boring.
Last edited by hallelujah; 19-01-2023 at 06:27 PM.
Because you have never had a good one. You admitted to me that you grew up eating the shoe leather steaks your mum made.
Madness.
American steaks are served with asparagus or green beans, often that qualifies as banchan. You can bring your little dish along to put it in.
Never touched them when she cooked them, but occasionally make my own SERVED WITH A SAUCE ON THE SIDE and cooked medium rare. They're ok, but they're no curry; I need spices in my life.
And again, I've also eaten some very good stuff in South America and Korea. Very good stuff and bore no resemblance to the cardboard-texture looking steaks you seppos like to eat.
Each to their own though.
Some people just like dry food.
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