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MUSHROOM BIRYANI


 * 900 gms Mushroom
 * 2 Onions (thinly sliced)
 * 4 cup Basmati Rice
 * 1 Lemon
 * 3/4 cups Oil/ghee
 * 2 tsp Soya Sauce
 * 7 Cloves garlic
 * 4 Green chillies(chopped)
 * 3 tsp Ginger (chopped)
 * 3 Cinnamon
 * 3 Cardamoms
 * 3 Cloves
 * 3 Tomatoes (chopped)
 * 1-1/2 tsp Chilly Powder
 * 3 tsp Coriander Powder
 * Mint leaves
 * Salt to taste

Yesterday I went to Torquay in an open-top bus. All well and fine - until we hit a thunderstorm. I, along with French tourists got totally soaked. "ow!" "oooh!" "Sacre merde" "Couchez moi!" went the screams, and that was just me. Well it all began with my brother Stewartkeith recording his voice in 1978. Then I joined in and things quickly deteriorated. within mere years, were had a band name (Us) and a clutch of tapes of comedy sketches ("Good morning Shopkeeper I'd like to buy a..." followed by whatever the sketch was going to be about) vaguely musical numbers involved banging cardboard boxes with felt pens (a la Peggy Sue, but crap), and bizarre chantings ("How to Scare a Walrus" etc). Another year or so passed and we were onto lyrics!
 * 1) Clean, wash and soak the rice for 1 hour in enough water taken in a pot.
 * 2) After due time, drain the water from pot.
 * 3) Heat ghee in a pressure pan and saute soaked cleaned rice. Remove.
 * 4) Trim mushrooms into big pieces and keep it aside.
 * 5) Grind cardamom, cloves, ginger, cinnamon, garlic into a paste.
 * 6) In a pressure Cooker, heat the oil and ghee, fry ground masala and the onion till it turns golden brown.
 * 7) Then add all other ingredients, mushrooms and stir for 10 minutes.
 * 8) Add 7 cups water and let it boil, add the soaked rice and stir till the rice level and the water level equals, pressure cook in low flame for 15 minutes.

EARLY SONG TITLES Wishin' I Was Dry I Think I've Got A Twelve Foot Chocolate Cake Hairy Earwigs From Borneo

By 1983 the damage was done, and a name change was called for. But to What? EARLY BAND NAMES 27 August Skeleton Pudding Inner Space The Same (also the name of a band in Suffolk!) My Brain Paths Don't Include That Kind of Curiosity. I Can Only Act Within My Limitations, You Know Science Fiction DNA (not the ones who remixed Tom's Diner) Instruments of Torture 4 Vikings The Long Thin Bits (Ooooh we're the Long Thin Bits, Ooooh we're the Long Thin Bits, if you like our music, you must be a bunch of twits)

Until eventually in September 1984, with Thatcher in Power, the miner's strike in full effect, Reagan's itchy finger on the button and worst of all, George Michael at No 1, we settled on a semi-anagram of The Rolling Stones to become... The Strolling Ones! 1979: Dad in the bath. Stewart knocks on the door. "Dad the Pope's dead." "Oh dear."

One month later. Dad in the bath. Stewart knocks. "Dad the pope's dead." what,again?"

2005: No dad. Stewart in London, me in Totnes. But the Pope's dead again. Moving tributes to his quest for peace and truth from Henry Kissinger and Maggie Thatcher, like they'd know. he helped end communism, which was good, but...

Contraception is still out while millions starve, freethinking catholics are suppressed and sidelined (eg they get made bishop of a ruined city inthe sahara!), the Czech priestesses (a forcedncessity under the communists) have their appointments annulled and the head of the wold's largest faith group couldn't stop the rise of religious war. Sorry pope, I feel no loss. Last night Louise and I (The Celandines - for now) recorded some noises. Wickedary is a great song, Louise channelling Mark E Smith, and the Wobbly Head Song had a punk makeover - style slightly cramped by Lou not knowing who Pew, Pew, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub were... Ah, the things you missed by growing up in France! Also: Leonardo, the funny version. Featuring the Lord's Prayer in French. Noisy drum machine guitar punk anyone? Well WE liked it... and on Friday I'm at hers again, after Cockington. Chris just asked me to cook his dinner for a fiver... a ten minute stir-fry! Thirty quid an hour, effectively... A strange night. I was back on my magneto-style orbiting spaceship (did I tell you about my magneto-style orbiting spaceship?) while below me on Earth, chaos reigned. It was probably that Supervolcano programme that did it, and rebelfilms' omens of doom. And too much mushroom stir-fry... never buy mushrooms in Totnes! (even Blue Dragon ones).

Today Livejournal wishes us a happy St Patrick's day. It is not St Patrick's day. I am neither Irish nor Christian. It has nothing to do with me.

Happy Ostara to all Christians! ('cos we had easter before they did) Helepayne: Onion sets finished. Spring onion seeds started. Cerinthe sown.

First of the year (all in polytunnel):

Peacock butterfly Wasp Ant (not counting the ones in Stewart's flat) Nasturtium (leaf)

Found some ground elder by the hedge opposite the fruit garden. Oh bugger.

Elsewhere: no progress on driving. I'm supposed to ask Sharon tonight. Suppose I must.

Bought a film about King Arthur. Guess which one... And Super Size Me DVD from the library. "Monkey see, monkey do", says the pavement. Mini-banksy is bbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaccccckkkkkk!!!!!!!!

Other stuff: Received an interesting financial offer from Nigeria (it's always Nigeria, isn't it?). Apparently someone died there, leaving me 20 zagillion bucks, and some Nigerian emailer did an internet search for his next of kin. He found me. So if I sent off a small sum I get half and this emailer, a Mr Adeniyi, gets the other half. Now that's what I call a search fee!

This morning, cut my finger in Paignton, so no gardening. The Curse of Cockington strikes again.

Yesterday I saw four women in 20 minutes who all looked like Totnes councillor Pruw Boswell. It's definitely an alien takeover! So there I was walking down Harper's Hill, when, what's that sound? Like a car trying to struggle up a misshapen slopy footpath! And guess what? It was indeed! Some grinning idiots in a suzuki pretending to be Colin McRae. Hopefully they'll bust an axle or something and have to walk home. The sun came out...

...and with it,

the song of the blackbird.