Of wheels and wheatgrass

There are mass protests on the streets of Bangkok; a change of prime minister, or of government or even a coup may be in the offing. Meanwhile on the international stage, those very nice Israelis who only have a few atomic bombs of their own are considering attacking Iran who doesn’t have any, but Israel thinks they might like some, and that would never do. But all of this pales into insignificance in my little world where the day is marked by the arrival of two parcels.

The first is of little importance. She who must be obeyed has long hankered after some means of wheatgrass juice production. Wheatgrass juice looks and tastes like vomit mixed with slime and is sold at exhorbitant prices in shopping malls. My wife is convinced it is good for us and a parcel arrives with a machine that will turn the wheatgrass into slimey vomit, plus some wheatgrass seeds and planting trays. The seeds are duly soaked for six hours and are to be planted tomorrow. I haven’t the heart to tell her that the cats will eat the lot before she has a chance to use her new machine. At least I hope they do, no way am I going to drink the stuff.

The second parcel contains a steering wheel and pedals for an Xbox 360. This is clearly a much more useful addition to the household than a few seeds. Along with the wheel is a game called GRID which as the name and the accompanying wheel suggests, involves racing cars. I ordered the wheel and game from a shop in Bangkok yesterday, transferred the very minor sum involved (I am never sure if my wife reads these posts), and thanks to the efficiency of the EMS postal service, there was a large box at my condo at 1000 this morning.

So from around 1030 till late afternoon I was whizzing round tracks and crashing into barriers (the latter more than the former). But by late afternoon the wife was making little sighing noises, so I took her into town and treated her (and me) to a Haagen Dazs ice cream. These are ridiculously expensive, but are excellent at cheering her up, and they taste nothing like slime and vomit.

She then announced she was off to the local market with her friend, so it was back onto the Xbox for some more wheel twirling for a few hours before my eyes started bleeding. GRID is a load of fun, although the multi-player over the internet is a bit frustrating as the opposition, who are all probably teenage boys, spend the first half lap making sure I am stuffed into a wall before driving off into the distance. Little bastards, why don’t the Israelis bomb them instead?

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2008-06-23 | Billy says

Have you tried the wheatgrass with vodka, and perhaps a little red bull?

It may help. There again, maybe not.