Frying by Hand
Flirty Something has an account of a safari to Avoca, the shop that likes to put the ker-ching into 'you paid what for that piece of tat?'
If you're from stateside, Avoca is an overpriced, smug (two common characteristics in the Celtic Tiger) cultural lovechild of Anthropologie and Laura Ashley all housed under one Edward Gibbonsesque roof. It's an SUV in Kensington. It's advanced capitalism in flower-patterned wellies.
As you can tell, I love the place (and what it says about Irish society) with a great passion.
Anyway, I have one question about Flirty's post. How. The. Fuck. Do you 'hand cook' crisps? Are the Chinese political prisoners now forced to hold the crisps into the deep fat fryer during breaks from welly stitching?

On overpriced, smug, Celtic
On overpriced, smug, Celtic Tiger etc, this seems as good a place as any to mention it. Did you notice the story that came out before Christmas about how some of the restaurants in the fine former townhouse that is the Powerscourt Centre got infested with cockroaches? I thought that was a nicely compelling and gruesome metaphor for some wider historical development.
You're absolutely right! I
You're absolutely right! I remember the story but never put two and two together. A cockroach-ridden consumer boom: it's, like, gilded with portentousness and shit!
I always knew you were a
I always knew you were a communist really......
I'm a Tory communist really.
I'm a Tory communist really. Capitalist exploitation I can handle. It's the vulgarity I can't stand...
A tory communist eh? Fan of
A tory communist eh? Fan of Ken Clark are we?
Hush puppies and cigarettes
Hush puppies and cigarettes for the poor? Vulgar vulgar vulgar! No: I was thinking of all the old Stalinists spitting at those youngsters who are too interested in, well, stuff to mount the barricades. Now that's my sort of reactionary revolutionism-ism!
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