Wednesday, November 13, 2019

IF YOU’RE HAVING FUN...DON’T PAT YOUR TUM!






The “experts” in the media...in various newspapers/tabloids, magazines and online sites...those who think they’re “in-the-know” (more often on the nose), won’t be happy until Harry and Meghan have separated and divorced.  Day after day, they dream and scheme.

Nicole and Keith split up every other week, in between Nicole being pregnant, or running away with Alexander Skarsgård, who played her abusive husband in ‘Big Little Lies”.   It’s all lies, you know...

If the myriad stories are to be believed Nicole is permanently pregnant; permanently fed-up with Keith strumming his guitar; and/or they’ve got two dozen kids hidden away somewhere. 

Take note...you read it here first - Jen and Brad never separated and divorced.  The six kids Angie drags around are, in fact, Brad and Jennifer’s offspring.  It’s been a well-kept secret, but the time has come to divulge the truth...Angelina is J & B’s nanny.  Justin Theroux was their gardener until they rounded him up, and gave him the boot for spraying their garden, killing everything in sight.  It's the pits!

If a woman is caught with her hand on her stomach she’s pregnant.  I’m not sure what it means if a bloke puts his hand on his belly.  I'm totally at a loss what it means if you put your hands on someone's bum, or shoulders, as shown in the above image!

Kate, the Duchess of Cambridge, is another who is always pregnant. Frequently, she’s expecting twins.  I wish she’d call everyone’s bluff, and have triplets.  Some bright spark came up with the tale Kate and Megan were due on the same day. They failed to explain the duchesses were due to arrive at the same function on the same day...at the same time.  The girls aced it by turning up together at Wimbledon, having shared an Uber. 

To put a halt to any rumours...in case there are misconceptions about Immaculate Conception...if you see me touching my tum when I’m out and about in the public arena, I assure you, I am not up the duff.  I’ve either got an itch or, I’ve had an extra muffin for breakfast. 

By the way...I read somewhere Chelsy Davy wants Harry back.  I believe the story was a misprint.  Chelsy wanted to hurry back to Zimbabwe.  

One week Harry went missing; then Kate went missing, followed by Meghan.  William called out, “Coming, ready or not!”  He found them hiding behind the drapes in the throne room in Buckingham Palace.  Liz tipped him off...spoil sport!

It’s a no-no to be photographed not smiling.  Not smiling is a deadest omen of doom... trouble is in the air; a break-up is imminent. The gossip-mongers won’t be content until everyone has had six sets of twins; three sets of triplets; separated, then divorced; and, err...George Clooney announces he’s making a sequel to the “Return of the Killer Tomatoes”; or Fergie and dear old Phil.. who won’t be driving.... have scarpered off together to Saint-Tropez to do some toe-sucking.

I don’t care what hairstyles Donald or Boris have.  

Karl Stefanovic (if your interest has been alerted....Google him those of you in the Northern Hemisphere. He interests me not!) is forever packing his bags. Which is to be expected, I suspect, before he jets off overseas...today, tomorrow, or whenever...to interview someone or the other – or just to have fun.  Boys, as well as girls just wanna have fun.  Karl’s new wife, Jasmine could pack his bags for him but, she is expecting sextuplets...

Lleyton and Bec Hewitt have been on the verge of divorce since before they married.  I saw Bec on “Home and Away” the other night, strolling along the beach hand in hand with Alf. Watch this space – new couple alert imminent! 

And, then there’s the Beckhams - they constantly bend the rules of marital harmony.

Breakfast Muffins: Preheat oven 175C. Line a 12 muffin tin; spray.  Whisk 3 large eggs and 1-1/2c egg whites (or 9 large eggs) 30secs. Add 1/2c cottage cheese, or 1/4c feta, 1/4c shredded mozzarella, 1tbs onion or garlic powder, salt, pepper, some chilli flakes. Add 1c cooked quinoa, 2c coarsely chopped broccoli or asparagus, 1/2c chopped parsley and 2 chopped shallots. Fill each muffin 3/4 full; sprinkle mozzarella on top. Bake 20-25mins; serve hot or cold.  

Pancakes: Add 1/4tsp apple cider vinegar to 1/4c coconut milk; set aside to culture 3mins. Combine 3 eggs, 2-1/2tbs coconut oil, and coconut milk mixture. Add 1/4c coconut flour and 1/4tsp baking soda; don’t over-mix. Heat pan to med-heat with coconut oil spray. Use 1/4 cup measure - spoon batter into pan. Cook until edges are set and bubbles are in the middle. Flip; cook 30secs. Add favourite toppings.

Breakfast Tomatoes: Preheat oven 175C. Cut a large circle into the top of 2 tomatoes. Remove core, stems, seeds, leaving wall of tomatoes intact. In bowl, combine 1/2tsp each salt, pepper and 1tbs finely chopped parsley. Rub half of the mixture onto inside wall of one tomato and other half onto inside wall of the other tomato. In pan, heat 1tbs olive oil over med-heat. Add 3 sliced shallots, green and white part, and 2 minced garlic cloves; cook 5mins. Divide mixture in half; place into bottoms of tomatoes. Divide 1/4c chopped spinach in half; place over top of onion-garlic mixture. Divide 1/4c shredded Parmesan in half; place over spinach. Crack raw egg into each tomato. Put tomatoes on a greased baking tray; bake 25-30 mins, or until egg is cooked through. Top with shredded Parmesan and finely chopped fresh parsley, or chives.

19 comments:

  1. Now your a better news commentary then the news commentators!

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    1. Hahahaha! Thanks, Sandie...I might send in my resumé!

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  2. Well you had me laughing the whole way through. But isn't it all rubbish.

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    1. I'm glad I made you laugh, Margaret...that was the intention. All very tongue-in-cheek! :)

      And, yes...it is a lot of rubbish...made-up stories to fill the pages. I don't know how more of them aren't sued!

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  3. Karl Stefanovic is leaving again? Didn't they just welcome him back? and why bother packing suitcases? Just keep doubles or triples of everything you own and wear in each of the places you're always running to or from.
    It's ridiculous trying to keep up with all the shenanigans.

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    1. Hey, River...I have no idea what Karl is doing or where he is doing it! It has been reported this week he's going back to Nine next year. I could care less...I can't stand the man, never watched him. lol

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  4. Ahh, you missed your true calling, Lee. The tabloids would snaffle you up if you strayed too far from your hermitage. Hope you are staying safe.

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    1. G'day, Pauline.

      I'm trying to stay cool today...it's been somewhat hotter than yesterday. I wish the rains would come, not only here but all over the areas that need it so desperately. The bushfires are raging far and wide.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  5. Anonymous12:53 AM

    Great fun and the tabloids do great lines in opiates for the masses. I see by your photos that Harry is pregnant......me, me, me. It's mine!

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    1. Hey, Andrew...I specifically chose that pic of Harry! lol

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  6. amazing how they pay people to write fairy tales.

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    1. It certainly is, Tabor. I don't know how they can look at themselves in a mirror without feeling guilty!

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  7. I must say that I do not give a damn about celebrity lives. However, having said that, one of my London sources recently told me that in the mid 1990's when the current Australian P.M., Scott Morrison, was in London he slept with all of The Spice Girls in a suite in The Savoy Hotel. They nicknamed him Sausage Spice. Feel free to sell this story to your favourite magazine - "New Look". It's all true like the tattoo of a wombat on his lower back - emerging from its burrow.

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    1. In the 90s, when he was just a young blade still in his 20s, Morrison was Deputy Chief Executive of the Australian Tourism Task Force, before becoming General Manager of the Tourism Council of Australia.

      After he'd finished spicing things up here, in 1998 he swam across the Tasman Sea to New Zealand to liven things up there, without sugar-coating anything, by becoming Director of the newly created Office of Tourism and Sport. He formed a close relationship with New Zealand's tourism minister. However, I don't know how far they extended their relationship.

      This week's edition of my magazine is already at the printers...so I'll have time to come up with something spicy to say about him before its time for the next one to be laid out.

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  8. Gosh. I hardly recognised any of the names you mentioned. I really am out of the celebrity loop. I'm assuming they were celebrities and not old acquaintances from Noosa or some such place. I have to say that I just about have enough brainpower to keep up with my friends and family without keeping up with everyone else's too.

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    1. Hey Graham...Yes...they are all old acquaintances of mine from Noosa, Hinchinbrook and Newry Islands. We had some wild times together...but as we all swore secrecy about our exploits...I have to honour my solemn pledge not to spill the beans...so I just make everything up to avoid being sued!

      All names have been altered to protect the not-so-innocent!

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  9. What's fun is to read the headlines of the rags at the store while in line to pay, and try to guess what is behind them. It's not worth buying them, though, to find out!

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    1. True, messymimi. I don't know how the magazine fiction writers get away with it!

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  10. LOL! I did enjoy reading your version of what's happening (or not)!!!

    All the best Jan

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