Week 248: crisps

Registered the long-expired domain name of a discontinued brand of crisps. I don’t have a good reason why – it doesn’t even have much “domain authority” (“link juice”), because the content management systems of the trade publications covering its launch in 2009 couldn’t do hyperlinks – but the web address is printed on millions of famously non-biodegradable crisp packets that will be dug up by future archaeologists. And if Gary Lineker decides to resurrect the brand now, he’ll have to pay me? Possibly.

To the Adam and Joe and live podcast at London’s Royal Festival Hall, which I was delighted by despite having an itchy bum and getting my salty crisps and salads to refreshing drinks ratio wrong leading to painful cramp the following morning. And I can still look forward to listening to the edited recording while washing up on Christmas Day.

🎦 Enjoyed Wonka (2023), even though I’m not in the target audience, nor a big fan of people bursting into song in things – but if we dismiss things out of hand on those kinds of grounds, we miss out on all sorts of things, and what does that make us? Like, there’s a local fried breakfast reviewer who won’t breakfast at any pub that shows live sport … actually, that’s a bad example, because eating too many fried breakfasts is unhealthy (obviously, that’s what “too many” means), so it’s sensible to have an arbitrary restriction.

A few times near the end of Wonka, someone tried to start a round of applause, but it didn’t take because it was too early. When the actual end came, finally a suitable moment, they’d given up.

Made a Dundee cake, which we think is a nicer alternative to a trad Christmas cake. You can buy bags of dried fruit ready-soaked in brandy now, which is a brilliant innovation I was so dazzled by that I didn’t stop to calculate how much cheaper it would be to buy the brandy and fruit separately.