A&E's inaugural adventure into the surprisingly complicated realm of oily fish and baby subtext addresses some of life's great existential questions. Have a read - then please join me in demanding additional dispatches in the native Babish dialect of her house: 'Moh!'
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| At the lunchtime hour, they cry 'Moh, moh, moh!' (photo courtesy of A&E Mum). |
In other, other news, the delightful Mrs Worthington has tagged me in a game of 3 by 9. Here are my answers as requested:
Three names I go by: Mama, Auntie, Social Secretary.
Three places I've lived: Norwich, Sydney, Los Angeles.
Three places I've worked: In my youth I was once chained to a dish-sink at a feed-store cafe in the good company of resident pet chickens. I then became an archive lackey in the dark basement of an academic book publisher. I emerged, covered in dust, in a history department broom closet, where I was once protected from the advances of an evil flasher by one of several noble colleagues - but that's another story. My CV has since taken a messy turn - no seriously, it is covered in ketchup - I am looking for a damp cloth.
Three things I love to watch: The Thick of It, Breaking Bad, 30 Rock.
Three places I have been and love: Taos, Berlin, Cozumel.
Three people who email me regularly: My mum, my sister, my beloved.
Three things I love to eat: Waffles, cookies, fruity moonshine.
Three people I think will respond: The lovely, talented trio that I'm tagging right now*: Multum in Parvo, What Will Julia Do Next? and A&E Mum.
Three things I am looking forward to: Summer, a new town, cake (generally).
*As per my usual fineprint: No pressure. Please partake and pass the bug on in the manner you see fit, if you want to. Use of this meme is entirely at your own risk. Please do not leave meme unattended at any time. This meme is a choking hazard and is not recommended for the under-threes, or for use with heavy industrial equipment. May cause blurred vision in chimps, please consult a doctor if symptoms persist.
