tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post549761821265407150..comments2023-04-17T16:39:25.286+05:00Comments on Chef Files: WatchingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-19785865651091571042013-06-16T02:10:57.639+05:002013-06-16T02:10:57.639+05:00At least Lucifer doesn't look down on people.....At least Lucifer doesn't look down on people...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-51829915083541157592013-06-15T23:43:08.277+05:002013-06-15T23:43:08.277+05:00The people who read your devils filth should be aw...The people who read your devils filth should be aware that you are really a sinner. There are some sins that even God cannot forgive. You are guilty as charged and will swim in a lake of fire for all eternity. Enjoy your flippant remarks as Lucifer takes your soul.pewfodderhttp://pewfodder.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-2847020700846495762013-06-15T02:52:55.570+05:002013-06-15T02:52:55.570+05:00A jacket spud sounds good Pat, I like to caramelis...A jacket spud sounds good Pat, I like to caramelise a few onions and throw in a good red cheddar, a spoonful of sour cream and a good dash of pepper. Alastair had good taste in food as well as women it would seem.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-17355233866453075372013-06-14T14:52:41.314+05:002013-06-14T14:52:41.314+05:00Just to let you know I'm doing your lovely ste...Just to let you know I'm doing your lovely steak pie today but as it's just for me I'll skip the pastry and have a baked potato instead.<br />Alastair loved it.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-52367761426167249722013-06-12T23:47:38.319+05:002013-06-12T23:47:38.319+05:00Holy Jaysus, all that is missing from your vision ...Holy Jaysus, all that is missing from your vision is a Gran Torino and a wee Korean boy.<br /><br />Will I stop writing? Will the Pope fella stop smiling at his alter boys?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-51441143863724269182013-06-12T02:53:25.627+05:002013-06-12T02:53:25.627+05:00"The answer of course is nothing is worn"..."The answer of course is nothing is worn" -- why do you think i was drooling?<br /><br />Will indeed miss you out here in the ether, good sir, but wishing you a fine, restful retirement. Sitting in a rocking chair. Growing out the hairs in your nose. Yelling at small children to stay off your lawn...<br /><br />you'll keep writing, of course? perhaps the occasional e-mail...daisyfaehttp://daisyfae.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-58521889950729174962013-06-12T00:39:06.873+05:002013-06-12T00:39:06.873+05:00Ah well now, your mirrors would have revealed once...Ah well now, your mirrors would have revealed once and for all exactly what is worn beneath the kilt. The answer of course is nothing is worn, everything is in fine fettle and grand working order!<br /><br />The term crop dusting still makes me laugh, only it is with disbelief that I hear you admitting to foul obnoxious gases... Not my daisy hen, it cannae be so. I do like a gutsy lady who admits to be human, so much better than some of the toffee apples who would have a man believe otherwise. I shall miss you doll, and then some.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-27717842346014367072013-06-11T08:39:44.274+05:002013-06-11T08:39:44.274+05:00did you say 'kilt'? perhaps we've met...did you say 'kilt'? perhaps we've met... i was the drooling woman wearing mirrors on the toes of her stilettos!<br /><br />me? crop dust? as if... gases do not escape this delicate flower! oh, no! it is not possible for a sweet innocent, such as myself, to leave a trail of silent, but noxious, fumes behind me as i mince my way to the loo.<br /><br />this gal? my arse bleats like a trombone, striking a dramatic pose at every opportunity! bonus points for getting the perfect resonance off a metal folding chair!daisyfaehttp://daisyfae.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-52922716465493657442013-06-09T23:33:34.396+05:002013-06-09T23:33:34.396+05:00Ah dear Patricia, so many questions from such a fi...Ah dear Patricia, so many questions from such a fine lady. The answer to the first question is no, I am the bread winner, I have a brood of females constantly in the house, many of them relatives who are only to pleased to keep such a unique space free of all things mucky. Besides, men are cleaner in the bathroom than women, that is a fact. Of course you already knew that hen, eh?<br /><br />Why was I alone? Simple reply, business... although I no longer am hands on in my own trade, I still keep a watchful eye and continue to ensure each division has enough contracts to keep me in early retirement. A swift jaunt across to Ireland to sign paperwork keeps the pennies rolling in.<br /><br />Will I post after the move? A good question hen, one still to be decided. I enjoy blogging, but I am extremely tired of the pressures of Scottish life, my time away may just find me golfing, cooking and never reading the dire economic and political news that can drag a man down after a while. I change like the wind, so I cannot give you an answer at present.<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-25623059206146411692013-06-09T23:20:55.285+05:002013-06-09T23:20:55.285+05:00Favourite quotes eh? Try this one on for size, as ...Favourite quotes eh? Try this one on for size, as close to any religion as I am prepared to get.<br /><br />"What I noticed when I walked into the dressing room was the jerseys hanging on the pegs - the colours seemed special. I think it was the sunlight, but the jerseys seemed like sparkling Green and White like I have never seen before. They looked special."<br /><br />Bertie Auld - Lisbon 1967Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-76669296724826043172013-06-09T16:20:22.601+05:002013-06-09T16:20:22.601+05:00So enjoyable to read - great observations - you sh...So enjoyable to read - great observations - you should do it more often.<br />As usual I'm consumed with curiosity: have you ever cleaned your immaculate bathroom, why are you alone and can you keep posting after the move?Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-14588923898854379092013-06-09T15:26:06.598+05:002013-06-09T15:26:06.598+05:00Since men became enemies to God, they have been ve... Since men became enemies to God, they have been very ready to be enemies one to another. And those that embrace religion, must expect to meet with enemies in a world whose smiles seldom agree with Christ's. Recompense to no man evil for evil. That is a brutish recompence, befitting only animals, which are not conscious of any being above them, or of any existence hereafter. And not only do, but study and take care to do, that which is amiable and creditable, and recommends religion to all with whom you converse. Study the things that make for peace; if it be possible, without offending God and wounding conscience. Avenge not yourselves. This is a hard lesson to corrupt nature, therefore a remedy against it is added. Give place unto wrath. When a man's passion is up, and the stream is strong, let it pass off; lest it be made to rage the more against us. The line of our duty is clearly marked out, and if our enemies are not melted by persevering kindness, we are not to seek vengeance; they will be consumed by the fiery wrath of that God to whom vengeance belongeth. The last verse suggests what is not easily understood by the world; that in all strife and contention, those that revenge are conquered, and those that forgive are conquerors. Be not overcome of evil. Learn to defeat ill designs against you, either to change them, or to preserve your own peace. He that has this rule over his spirit, is better than the mighty. God's children may be asked whether it is not more sweet unto them than all earthly good, that God so enables them by his Spirit, thus to feel and act.pewfodderhttp://pewfodder.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-37719749072388011532013-06-09T10:13:06.705+05:002013-06-09T10:13:06.705+05:00Ah dear Hope, the pew fella has no comprehension o...Ah dear Hope, the pew fella has no comprehension of wit, irony and humour does not compute with his blinkered intellect. Religion has eaten his soul and left a gaping hole where once stood an intelligent man. In parts of India he would be reverred alongside the faith-based church of two headed animals, the man who's body is shaped like a crab and of course the woman cursed with the face of a hairy wolf. Pew is not a stupid man, neither am I, but he is suffering from low self esteem of which he wears like a shield about him as he seeks to deflect his own failings onto others.<br /><br />Pew also operates under the radar and goes by the name of John:316, a handle he uses when he wishes to curry favour as, and I quote, "a peace-maker" to troubled souls straying from the winding path of xtian life. He can be rational and articulate, but sadly still deluded when it comes to being a sheep rather than a shepherd. In truth, the pew fella is desperately lonely and seeks to be noticed for his alternate self rather than the man who entered the world in the same way in which we all came, via evolution.<br /><br />In reality he can be amusing and somewhat charming, he has an IQ much higher than he portrays being the hapless fly constantly having me pull his wings off. I have suspicions that he has Scottish roots, hence his desire to attach himself to my coat tails just to be part of the patter and actually belong to a specific group. His bus probably passes by several Glasgow pubs on his way home fae his work, he longs to join the various groups of men gathered with their pals enjoying a pint and a blether after a hard day's graft. He yearns to belong to any group which will greet him with a smile, a bunch of pals that will clap his back and call him 'pal'.<br /><br />He suffers from that foul Edinburgh disease known as 'stick up the arse syndrome' a terrible affliction that if left untreated will result in a career in either conservative politics or find him singing hyms in church of a Sunday morn wearing a dark suit, cheap shoes and a penchant for small French cars. His long suffering wife dreams of being taken with passion by a man full of life, love and a spark about his personality of which other women's husbands possess. Sadly pew is repressed, his underwear grey and sensible, his love making is reserved, his shame finds him tinkering in the potting shed rather than pleasuring the one person who once saw the man that he longs to be.<br /><br />Conversation is limited as he sits down at 5pm of an evening for his plain grey dinner. Heaven help his good lady if she should serve up the devil's garlic or present him with a dish not readily available in a xtian supermarket under the bland food section. She longs for the local builder who has been fixing the patio area for her, the one that pew could not do himself through his lack of manly skills. Her lust runs deep, but he only has eyes for his Hornby train set out in the garage and his place with the other grey churchgoers who also long to be the men they are not.<br /><br />Which brings him quite neatly back to the probable target of his frustrations... me. Stop me if I am wrong Mr Pew.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-65321092373773310882013-06-09T09:28:59.250+05:002013-06-09T09:28:59.250+05:00Ah Viv, I am assuming that you are a lady of statu...Ah Viv, I am assuming that you are a lady of stature and that your liking of good meat pushes you in the direction of beef haunch, rather than Vic being short for a gentleman's name and that your predilection for large bottomed men states your private needs?<br /><br />Either way, the 'animal' remark did not go unnoticed, it was however mere water of a thick skinned platypus's back.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-46350730245084436452013-06-09T08:27:05.415+05:002013-06-09T08:27:05.415+05:00I'd rather have one of those truffle dishes yo...I'd rather have one of those truffle dishes you made last time around Tony, I'll make the sauce, you conjure up the oul magic.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-75882213775452424412013-06-09T08:23:04.598+05:002013-06-09T08:23:04.598+05:00Everyday is mock the wee singing fella day. Apart ...Everyday is mock the wee singing fella day. Apart fae the 31st of Julember, which is a national holiday in Glasgow.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-45180854818796694612013-06-09T08:18:36.047+05:002013-06-09T08:18:36.047+05:00Och, there you go again son, trying to think. You ...Och, there you go again son, trying to think. You know it doesn't suit yis, eh?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-26729062108131581302013-06-09T08:15:58.868+05:002013-06-09T08:15:58.868+05:00Aye, nae bother, seeing as how you have this abund...Aye, nae bother, seeing as how you have this abundance of extra cash at the moment. You've no been lifting empty pop bottles from behind the off licence again have yis?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-70361955279070702132013-06-09T06:20:03.567+05:002013-06-09T06:20:03.567+05:00Oh go on, it's mock the little fella day is it...Oh go on, it's mock the little fella day is it? :)mapstewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159592046833798019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-21379946473408225942013-06-09T06:14:20.213+05:002013-06-09T06:14:20.213+05:00And there was me thinkin' ya just wanted a ...And there was me thinkin' ya just wanted a 'Mini-Me'! :¬)mapstewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159592046833798019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-68083210817880416042013-06-09T06:12:24.625+05:002013-06-09T06:12:24.625+05:00'..peeling an orange one handed in your pocket...'..peeling an orange one handed in your pocket..', please tell me that's not a euphemism! :¬)<br /><br />C'mon so, pint, they're all on me tonight!mapstewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159592046833798019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-41299692316539290512013-06-09T01:21:53.563+05:002013-06-09T01:21:53.563+05:00Hi Chef. Am I the only one to notice the fact that...Hi Chef. Am I the only one to notice the fact that this terrible fool describes you as an animal while he continues to bray like a jackass?<br />Nice sirloin steak, but I usually prefer a nice big thick rump. More flavour and easier to chew with plastic teeth.Vivnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-42491189152824883082013-06-09T01:03:18.485+05:002013-06-09T01:03:18.485+05:00The problem, dear Chef, is that you aren't pla...The problem, dear Chef, is that you aren't playing by you-know-who's rules. His own blog states, "It’s anonymous (or perhaps pseudonymous) simply so that I can refer to life and people in my parish without them being too easily identifiable."<br /><br />I guess it's easier to cast aspersions anonymously. The rest of us simply have conversations which can be witty,educational, moving, hilarious or simply human. And in the spirit of civilized conversation, I will not speak of Father Pew again, lest he begin a list of those who fall short. <br /><br />After all, we already know I'm so short, I make the Wee Fellow look tall. ;)hopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03306622656461205674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-44614290732201946572013-06-08T22:11:43.009+05:002013-06-08T22:11:43.009+05:00Hmmm... after an enjoyable meal which included sev...Hmmm... after an enjoyable meal which included several bottles of very pleasant vino shared with family and friends, I eventually retired to the comfort of my large soft comfortable bed with my wife and discussed the days events. We mulled over our plans for the weekend, the amount in which my latest grand wean has grown and the sudden arrival of so many new blooms in the lower pastures. As is normal behaviour between man and rather lovely wife, we began to show our affection towards one another in a very pleasant way. Sadly, my communication device on the dresser kept repeatedly pinging up incoming messages indicating yet another email arriving marked urgent. You can imagine how it may have put a lesser man off his stroke when your rather silly final warnings kept popping their ugly head up and spoiling the mood. However, my dear lady wife said it all when she read the part about litigation and other such nonsense.<br /><br />"James, remind your misguided, not to mention lonely, wee friend that at this moment in time you are currently 'above' the law."<br /><br />I think I need say no more on my position in this tiresome matter Mr Pew, eh?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13871866841906377841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138075587509083863.post-54209893410917311082013-06-08T13:43:45.485+05:002013-06-08T13:43:45.485+05:00Lol, if ever there was a prize for a witty blog po...Lol, if ever there was a prize for a witty blog post reply pal, you just won it. I might just whip up a celebration cake and send it to you for starting my day off with a hearty laugh.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17729481412314881663noreply@blogger.com