Who's your favorite movie villain?
Jeremy/Sebastian, the young upper-class landlord from Naked. I don't think I've enjoyed hating any movie villain quite as much as him.
Are there any snacks, food or candy that are no longer made that you desperately miss?
Huh? But I can go buy you one right now...
Yes, you can. But they're not kosher any more. Haven't been for several years.
When one lives in England as a Jew who keeps kosher, one becomes subservient to the ways and whims of - what is locally known as - the list. Growing up, there's only one bit of it that you're really concerned with, which is the bit about confectionery. (This has now been made available as a free 2.5MB PDF called "The Kosher Nosh Guide") You get used to stuff popping on and off the list seemingly at random as manufacturers tweak not only the ingredients but processes. (Kosher ingredients that share vessels with non-kosher are thereby rendered non-kosher) And you also get used to your friends in the playground having ceaseless arguments about which colour of Smartie is made from beetles' blood. (Answer: they currently all are.)
Feast is a victim of the former - gelatin was added and has tragically stayed. While I haven't purchased the list in a while (as my level of kashrut-observance has dipped somewhat over the years), I still stick to stuff that has "Suitable for Vegetarians" on it. So my new friends are Snickers and Maltesers ice cream bars, mmmm.
(Bloody hell, food giants really have no idea how to make decent referenceable websites, do they?)
... is that typing into textboxes with large friendly fonts - such as the Title field - is amazingly satisfying. The font in the Body textarea is also quite big but not nearly as big as the Title field. Perhaps I shall put the entirety of my next post in the Title field.
First car: C-reg metallic blue Honda Accord hatchback, inherited. Can't remember what happened to it, but somehow it morphed into my second car, an A-reg metallic blue Honda Accord hatchback (also inherited - perhaps it's a family curse or something). Anyway, that car died on the road to Reading in '97, having tired of flashing its oil-change-required light at me for over a month and so just went BANG. (I learnt my lesson.)
Then there was an H-reg red Honda Civic hatchback (purchased) which I lent to a friend's wife. She scraped it rather badly on parking, but I forgave her and lent it to her again, because she wasn't going to scrape it a second time. She realised this too, so instead she forcefully rammed it backwards into a VW van, writing it off.
After that came my current car, a green Rover 416 saloon - at least, it says Rover on the badge, but it's actually a Honda (really). I don't know why always drive Hondas, or why I treat them so badly. It's currently parked outside, covered in months-old birdshit and with one door bent partially open by a thoughtful person who relieved me of my stereo. Sometimes I actually make it to places without incident, but it's not often. Need a lift?
Can someone persuade Meera Syal to write a Counter-Strike clan memoir called "Life Isn't All HA HA PWNED!" plzkthx