Monthly Archives: November 2008

Pariah don’t carey in Ole San Fran

MANY OF the literate readers of this bogette will have heard of Typhoid Mary. Here, in San Francisco, they are so worried infections might spread that the city has turned that fear into a cult, seems to me.

As this picture testifies. Infect me not is a strange piece of syntax, but virii don’t listen to humans’ virtuous tones, nor to the imperative tense, so we suspect if there is a huge influenza pandemic, there will be little to do except grit your teeth and deck a bottle or three of the finest Indian single malt.


Would you like this man to fiddle with your drains?

IT’S A SIMPLE question. The phone number is there. The beer next to that advert is called Tecate, rhymes with Hecate. So yes or no. No maybes.


God bless the Manzanita, the Madrone and the trolley bus

I FIND MYSELF in Ole San Francisco, where you find plants such as the Madrone, and the lovely little Manzanita.

You also find exotic little items such as trolley buses and trams, which were common in Old Blighty until the mid 1960s but are now rarer than hen’s teeth. The pic on the header is nothing to do with San Francisco, it is of Bhairava, from a statue in the British Museum. Ancient treasures are everywhere.

Trolley bus corner Presidio Ave, California

Trolley bus corner Presidio Ave, California

Semiconductor guys like their beer

I’VE BEEN SENT to a page called “Chips and Beer”, which is here.  The basic premise seems to be that readers and journalists that work on  Electronics Weekly, a magazine, like to be able to know which are the best bars to go to all over the world.

There’s a yawning gap in the Google Map with India looking like there’s no favourite pubs at all. This, of course, is rubbish, sheer bakvas. The world+dog he know that Bangalore is the “pub capital of India”.

If only that were true.

It’s a tad dreich in Aberdeen

When I was a kid in the Aberdeen  oops wrong Aberdeen of the 1950s, we used to have schooners from Norway and Denmark sail into the docks.

Those days, Aberdeen was noted for only three things – fishing, granite and the legendary stinginess of its inhabitants. It is 10° Celsius in Aberdeen right now, so much warmer than Iceland and Norway. The language is surprising, though but.

To see schooners in full sail arriving at the docks in Aberdeen in the mid 1950s  was really a thrilling thing. The Aberdeen of the 1950s was thoroughly trashed by German bombs, for some strange reason the bombers let go of their unguided missiles if they hadn’t managed to destroy Glasgow, and the Granite City got the brunt.

I was born in 1949, and my daddy has told me that my mum, also born in Aberdeen, decided she wanted a pineapple in one of those cravings pregnant women get. He was persuaded to go down to the Aberdeen docks and negotiate a price for one pineapple equivalent to one week of his wages.

Obviously, it has all made a great deal of sense in the long run. Because I love pineapples. Scotland is not a recognised country on the price of a pint page, so we have decided to show the Vatican’s benchmark.  

Weather not too bad in Iceland

At around 1° Celsius, the weather in Iceland is not too bad, compared to Norway. But the nights are drawing in fast and the day is short. It can get quite perishing in Iceland. But the beer is cheaper than it used to be, although you could hardly say it was cheap, compared to Bangalore. There are some diamond geysers in Iceland. Next stop, Canada.