I was reminded of 'spunuts' by a ZIPPY strip, the other day, and have been trudging around going 'Spudnut, spudnut, spudnut...' to myself ever since. Good name for a cat, maybe... Actually, I don't think I've ever tasted a spudnut. They weren't really a New York thing, and I don't think they're a big franchise anywhere, any more. For those interested in weird and wonderful snacky stuff, though, here's a recipie from a curious URL I googled.
It's all USA measurements, but there's some intriguing stuff...Onion cookies?, etc. for those who like hands-on fooling around with foodstuffs. Badass? Jason?
Today's bus insanity...The driver actually stopped to let a wheelchair user on. Unfortunately, there were already two immensely oversized and elaborate breeder chariots on board,rigged with everything sticky-outy and space-taking but spikes on the wheels, plus my wagon. Nobody could move anywhere; people were trying to get on and off, and we just could.not.bloody move. Finally, the wheelchair lady's stop came up, and the ramp wouldn't work, so the poor old soul had to be hauled off manually. Fap.
Almost time for EASTENDERS. The father of Cabbage Patch Hevver's baby has turned out to be pale and uninteresting teen Darren(!!!) who has just proposed to upwardly mobile Oxford-bound Libby... He stuck his head in the door (Hevver and lil' George Michael seem to have a room to themselves in the Mitchell Memorial Wing-) goggled, gaped, and ran for his weedy young life. Hev's features-all-squished together-in the middle face crumpled even more. That poor kid is really gonna have issues... No WAY this particular 'special cuddle' could ever, ever have taken place, even in Walford. When will the EE scriptwriters get a grip?