audentes fortuna iuvat

Have I ever mentioned my enourmous weakness for Scottish accents?

Its probably because of my childhood clarinet teacher, Mrs Badcrumble – who was Scottish and over 800 years old. Why this relates me to be getting aroused by a gaelic brough† I REALLY can't tell you.

But there you have it. 

† not an Italian bread

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I have been quiet for a long time, haven't I?

First it was dating someone. Then it was not dating him any more that was occupying my time.

And now writing is no longer a habit. Work and training are also occupying a lot of my time and attention.

But writing is something that I really enjoy – both the creative outlet and the discipline – and if I am ever going to get the script for "Boy meets Girl" knocked over I am going to need some writing discipline back in my life.

I am also beginning to break out of my self imposed exile – or at least preparing to take the next in a long series of steps.

Are you ready folks? Cause its almost time to play "Where in the World is Wobby Now??" 

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Now I was just reminded of this from my days in China.

There is a custom all over the world to take the new expat employee out for lunch on their first day and make them eat truly disgusting local delicacies – all in the name of fun. Using my seafood allergy yet again as a shield, I was fortunately able to dodge the worst of this. This got my new work mates a tad miffed until I started telling stories of truly gross things I had eaten – which of course got them talking about theirs.  

Apparently there is a dish from the Guangdong Provence, just to the north of where we were, which really takes the cake – as it were. It seems there are things the Guangdong will eat that will turn the stomaches of the rest of China – no mean feat for the place that came up with 1000 year old eggs.

The dish is called ' Three Squeak" and it gets its name from the noise it makes.

Take one small mouse, live, in a basket. Grab it with your chopsticks (1 squeak), dunk it in the sauce (2 squeak) and then bite its head off (3 squeak).

Ah the joys of cultural diversity.

No I did not try it, although I have tried a few things that would get me in hot water so I might just leave this  line of thought where it is for now – and simply say of Three Squeak – Apparently it doesn't taste as good as it sounds.

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