London Transport Museum: Acton Town Depot
Photos from a trip to the fantastic Acton Town Depot of the London Transport Museum.
Festive puddings
As promised to my sister, here are two options if you don't fancy Christmas pudding. We had both on the big day, and both are still going. Actually, the Christmas pudding icecream is so rich I suspect it will still be in the freezer in March, being consumed one teaspoon at a time.
I'm not an accurate cook (I actually don't own kitchen scales) so everything is fairly approximate.
Mulled wine jelly
Mulled wine jelly started with good mulled wine. We had friends round the Sunday before Christmas and I think I made something approaching twelve litres of the stuff before we finished. My mulled wine started off with
- A box of red wine (one of the three litre boxes)
- A small bottle of brandy (it all went in - in retrospect that may have been a mistake - wow!)
- An orange studded with cloves
- Two more oranges and two lemons roughly sliced
- Some sugar
- Some allspice
- and some cinnamon
By the time we got to the end of the mulled wine it was a lot more red wine than brandy and the fruit had been simmering away for a good four or five hours. Anyhow, to make the mulled wine jelly I took just over a pint of the cooled mulled wine, mixed with about the same quantity of orange juice, added some sugar to taste - the wine had got very clovey by this stage and it needed counteracting - and then warmed it all gently in a pan. I added twelve sheets of already soaked gelatine, stirred until it was dissolved and then poured into a big glass dish. It took about four hours to set in the fridge.
Christmas pudding icecream
Even without an icecream maker, this was possibly the easiest and richest pudding I've ever made. It was actually far too rich the way I made it, so if I were making it again, it would contain
- A small tub of single cream
- A larger tub of ready made custard (about twice as big)
- A quarter of a large luxury Christmas pudding
- Some nutmeg, cinnamon and sugar
- A big glug of Baileys
I started by cooking the Christmas pudding. It was ready made and just popped in the microwave. When I made the icecream first time round, I used about half the pudding but really it was too much. A quarter would have been fine. Once it had cooled down, I crumbled it and set it to one side. The cream was whipped and folded into the custard and then the Christmas pudding, spices and sugar were mixed in. Finally I added big glug of Baileys and stirred.
It all went into the freezer, mixed up with a fork about four hours later than back in the freezer until completely solid. It needed to come out about 20 minutes before serving to be soft enough to serve.
My first outing as an agony aunt
Absolutely delighted that a piece of advice written by me has appeared in today's London Paper in the Heart Surgery section. It's sadly not published on their website, but here's what it said.
Q I came out as a lesbian to myself and my friends last year and am just getting used to it. I've been dating a girl for a month and she's dropping hints that we should spend more time together. It's too soon for me to get serious - how do I let her down gently? Anon
My reader's reply was the first published. Strangely like commenting on a blog but actually appearing in print, which is satisfying.
A One of the great things about coming out is the rush of emotions, like puberty all over again but without the spots! There's no hurry to settle down. Be honest with yourself that you're happier enjoying the "teenage" rollercoaster for now, and tell her how you feel. Andy
It's not the best thing I've ever written. Wildly swinging metaphors, gratuitous punctuation and lack of pace. But published with my name at the end.
Counting down the hours til I’m tache-less
I've met a lot of new people in September, and I've found myself starting conversations with the words "I don't usually look like this..." Partly, I want people to know I don't normally look like a 70s porn star reject and partly, I want to plant the seed of them being able to recognise me when they meet me, not during September, and I don't have a moustache! I'm not sure it's a look I'd want to maintain the long term. I also can't stop playing with it, stroking it in a contemplative fashion that makes me look, well, a bit bonkers.
A surprise upside of growing my top lip has been a new a Remington grooming kit. It's been really handy throughout the month. My top lip hair does not grow universally straight and neat, so being able to tidy up the edges has helped me maintain an air of manicured (faci-cured?) orderliness. I've mostly used the medium width trimmer, but the Remington comes with other interchangeable bits too. There's even one for dealing with nose and ear hair... yum... though it's a tad vicious and pulled out a piece of hair, prompting lots of eye watering! Still, I suppose that's better than my former grooming machine, which seemed to totally give up at the sight of a thicker than normal hair, and frequently ran out of juice midway through a trim. It's got a neat little charger and a places to store all the bits, and has pride of place on my bedside table.
All in all though, I can't wait til Wednesday morning when the tache can come off. My tache has raised £75, and I'm currently ranked at number 297 (ah well, can't win them all) so I feel like I've done my bit for tacheback. I also have a list of people to email on Wednesday morning who've promised to sponsor me to shave the tache off, so I should be able to push my total up a little higher.
The only thing I have to decide is what to do next. Growing a moustache has the same kind of facial impact as shaving off an eyebrow. It's one thing to be cleanly shaven, even to have all over stubble, but it takes a kind of strange persistence to grow hair on just one part of your face. Still, I suppose with my new clippers, my face is my oyster.
Big pile of presents
It's Ben's ninth birthday on Monday, so I'm off to spend the day with him, carrying a big bag of presents. As I can be fairly safe in the knowledge he's not going to read this, I can reveal that he's getting two Nintendo games, a make-your-own-radio kit, Truckers by Terry Pratchett, and a word game called Upwords. As far as I can work out it's piled up version of Scrabble.
Paul said it looked like a good pile of presents for a 9 year old. I think it looks like a good pile, whatever your age! Birthday presents seem to reach a peak size towards the end of childhood, start to tail off as a teenager, and then largely disappear as an adult. I suppose as you buy more stuff for yourself - books, music, clothes, toys - your significant others buy them less. Today's tshirt is a good example. I bought it for myself yesterday, but it would have made a great present. Still, I didn't want to wait until Christmas!
The pox
There's an outbreak of chicken pox at work. People are disappearing for a week at home covering themselves in calamine lotion. And everyone is unaccountably itchy and paranoid about every sniff and cough, even if they are perfectly well.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I remain unaffected. My mother had enough foresight to send me off to play with every other sick child on our street when I was small, so I'd got through most of the childhood diseases by the time I was 7. Pox parties seem less common now which I think is a shame. My mother was of the opinion that, given the potentially terrible consequences particularly of mumps in adult men, it was better to get everything over and done with as early as possible. I'm sure it must have been a real chore for her to put up with an ill little boy - I complain now when I feel sick so have no reason to believe I wasn't hard work as a child - but I'm very grateful. It should mean, I hope, that I still have the chicken pox antibodies and won't get ill now. Fingers crossed.
