crazy

there are several things i love about Britain:

1) No one is capable of giving useful directions. I’m not harping on my friends over there; I was outside a pub on Old Street (yes, Old, not ‘Olde’) in a crowd of brits all unsuccessfully attempting give directions to there.

2) It’s not alcoholism, it’s british culture

4) Imperial grandeur

5) Football. I got to see a live game courtesy of mega-corporation’s corporate seats. It may be true for all dedicated football fans in Britain, but until I have a larger sample, Arsenal fans are wankers.

6) the international Gastronaut fan club. I love it when my peoples move to places I like to visit.

7) Marmite. Like Natto, or Ball Park Franks, there are national digestables that people either love or hate. For the Brits, it’s Marmite. Marmite is a yeast extract spread that, like natto and Ball Park Franks, give people nasty breath. My visit coincided with the release of a limited edition Guinness Marmite.

It’s only 30p more expenseive than standard marmite, and will be the only food left for cockroaches after the holocaust. Regular Marmite is salty, a little syrupy, and generally pungent. Really, it smells like yeast and malt. This special stuff is said to be made from 30% Guinness Brewer’s yeast. observe the camera phone goodness:

This stuff is much more bitter and less salty than the original, and did not get me drunk. But there it is folks, the national breakfast spread of the English. I don’t love it, and I don’t hate it, which according to my boy Chibster Delux, makes me one of three people who doesn’t violently defend or despise it.

There it is folks, the ultimate, transcontinental taking of one for the team. perhaps not, but when in Rome….