EDitorial ± 25-Oct-2015
130Story: Jog / Peas / Doctor / Fill / Crush
The rules of 130Story are simple: given a random seed word, write a story in 130 characters.
Jog
Past the pothole
Past the pit bull
Got no lead to keep that dog on
Past the playground
Past the Polish
Past the post box
I jog on
@130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 24, 2015
Peas
M25 northbound. That bridge. That graffiti. GIVE PEAS A CHANCE. I don't want to but I giggle. Must be getting older, more mushy. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 23, 2015
Doctor
BBC1, Saturday, 8:10pm. CAUSALITY. New series. Anna Finlay, Doctor of Maths, explains logical fallacies on the streets of Bristol. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 22, 2015
Fill
Youth club gig. We put the lad with the lippy and hair in charge of the drum machine. Told him: every now & then, hit "fill," OK? @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 20, 2015
Crush
Dad's spent years on his book, Stars Of Opportunity Knocks, yet can't get a publisher. Another rejection might, I fear, crush him. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 20, 2015
EDitorial ± 21-Oct-2015
TT1516, Week 3
Key date today, 21-Oct-2015, for a Marty McFly wannabe like myself. I'm still using that old MJF photo as my login on the home 'puter. We didn't quite make it to Jaws 19 nor get flying cars, though fake hoverboards are here albeit banned on roads and pavements. Pepsi Perfect, anyone?
Didn't quite make it to the requisite 88mph on my bike en route to the Ladies Hockey club on Tuddenham Road. Yang and Steve both already there to demonstrate once more that I'm a man out of time. Raring to face us are father Terry and son Rob (previously) plus Chris from way back when. They beat Rosary 8-2 last night so we should have known what to expect. In brief:
- awful 0/3 for Ed, nothing more to be said
- good 1/3 for Yang, winning one epic five-ender against Rob before losing another (despite a number of matchpoints) to Terry
- excellent 2/3 for Steve, losing only to Terry and that in the fifth end
With tea taken, Yang bouncing the ball pre-serve and mimiced by Terry,
it was approaching 11pm by doubles time. No hanging around for Ed and Steve,
losing very badly in straight games. One final honorary mention for former
team mate and friend
Grenvyle,
who'd probably have got a point tonight, unlike Ed. Great Scott!
EDitorial ± 18-Oct-2015
130Story: Print / Purse / Electricity / Crate / Giant
The rules of 130Story are simple: given a random seed word, write a story in 130 characters.
Tirelessly
I try to print
Wirelessly
Yet nowt pops out the Canon
Troubleshooting yields no hint
And is as baffling as Mick Channon
@130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 16, 2015
Purse
Chocka at the self service tills and a slowcoach in front. To pay, he pulled out a freezer bag of coppers. I felt my lips purse. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 16, 2015
Electricity
Cheaper gas and cheaper electricity, the guy promised. I signed both forms. My payments increased. I'm what they call a duel fool. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 15, 2015
Crate
My flat mate - we weren't speaking - hadn't locked his laptop. Google showed "crate for Saint Bernard". Odd, that. He hated dogs. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 14, 2015
Giant
Wire wool for the paint. Cheeks sore from grinning. Back pain. All those corn fritters. Life sucks as the Jolly Green Giant. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 13, 2015
EDitorial ± 16-Oct-2015
Felixstowe Light Lunches: Sally Jane's Pie 'n' Mash
Standing at Mannings, take a right towards the port and you'll
find yourself on the Ronseally named Beach Station Road (never mind that the
actual beach station was bulldozered a year or two back). Among the motley
outlets are
Jack's
on the even numbers and
Cafe 7
on the odds. Unbeknownst to any of us, even local lord-of-the-manor Kev,
there sits an eatery that's not even on The List. Brakes on and brace yourself.
Sometimes, say as with Artizan, it's hard to know what to expect. Very much the opposite at this establishment. Signs aplenty advertise "traditional pie 'n' mash with liquor served here". Welcome to Sally Jane's Pie 'n' Mash and not, as I thought, that lady from Tiswas. Where to start? The old-fashioned red phone box that sits as a portal between behind the counter and the shop? Chas 'n' Dave on the tannoy?
When in Rome, much as we should have done on our trip to the Mexican Momentum, try the local grub. Not quite being brave enough to try either the stewed or jellied eels, that'll be pie 'n' mash with liquor, please, Sally. Top value at £4, by the way. CnD are rabbiting away as our mates' plates descend. There's my chicken & mushroom pie and my two mounds of mash swimming in a pool of parsley sauce, i.e. the liquor. Solid nourishment, that, and we're far from the only ones scoffing mains.
Niche business, perhaps, and probably for everyone, but super Sally knows her stuff. Her website has all the pie info you'll ever need. Go check it out. Meanwhile, we're all off for a brisk walk along the tiddly prom.
- website -- Sally Jane's Pie 'n' Mash -- and Twitter
If it was a car -- Vauxhall Cresta.
If they were passing by -- Nik Hodges.
EDitorial ± 11-Oct-2015
130Story: Fix / Wheat / Plane
The rules of 130Story are simple: given a random seed word, write a story in 130 characters.
Fix
Duck tape. Elastic bands. Chocolate buttons. Tissues. Utility belt checked, Bob heads out. Whatever your problem, he can fix it. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 9, 2015
Wheat
Powder blue yields to forest green becoming golden wheat. Clement sighs, puts down the paint charts and stares out at the rain. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 7, 2015
Plane
He waits for clouds, dwells under bridges. Ask him why and he'll point up. There, he says, that U2. Superpowers. That damn plane. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 6, 2015
EDitorial ± 9-Oct-2015
Ipswich Lunches: Momentum
Things change, do they not? Say you're strolling from the waterfront to the
town centre along groovy St Peter's Street. There, on the right, is the
charmingly bijou
Baker & Barista.
Except that, due to a trademark infringement from another company who'd
already registered the name "Barista & Baker", they've now rebranded as
Applaud Coffee. Further up that same side is the glass-fronted and relaxed
Saints.
Except that it's now Jay B's, apparently the only Spanish tapas cafe in
Ipswich.
Closer to town and facing the site of the old Ipswich Hippodrome used to be the upmarket Galley, except that they've now poshed off to concentrate on their W**dbridge branch. Galley gone, meet Momentum, a new Mexican cafe stroke cantina as you couldn't really tell from the name. Maybe Montezuma would give customers the wrong idea.
Warm welcome from the authentically accented guy with the menus, and yes please, we'll take this table downstairs. Lunch deal has a taco or torta or ciabatta plus a soft drink for a friendly fiver. That'll be a BLT for Andy, gammon and mustard ciabatta for me, and because this is a flippin' Mexican place, Kev takes the tacos with extra jalapenos, senor. All very fresh, all well presented, all good, and the beverage selection is splendid with San Pellegrino, Fentimans, Cawston, etc.
Other tables are occupied, and there's folk upstairs too. Staring at us from a shelf is a cookbook entitled Death By Burrito. Imagine. Time for sweet treats from the tempting display. Smiling guy brings us lemon tart, tiramisu and an especially chocolately brownie with ice cream. We'd all return here to sample the fuller evening menu, and I think Kev would ideally like an edible taco hat.
If it was a car -- Mastretta MXT.
If they were passing by -- Giovani dos Santos.
EDitorial ± 4-Oct-2015
130Story: Bail / Glitch / Clay / Coward
The rules of 130Story are simple: given a random seed word, write a story in 130 characters.
Bail
- Police have arrested my son and his mate
- Oh?
- Caught them breaking in to that rare breeds farm
- Bail 'em?
- You been there?
@130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) October 1, 2015
Glitch
Ok. Nobody in Dunmow knows where the bacon is? Why do I have to tell the committee chairman that there's a glitch with the flitch? @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) September 30, 2015
Clay
Emmet worked like a slave, slept in the barn and never said a word. Sundays, he lay motionless. Kids said he smelled of pure clay. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) September 30, 2015
Coward
Invited to all the finest parties, Kenneth would gossip, charm and play piano. Everyone considered him the Coward of the county. @130story
— Ed Broom (@edbroom) September 29, 2015