The Real Life Of Brian??

I am very proud that my brother Brian has published his book! 

Whilst typing out Brians story over the course of the last year or so, I realised fully that my brothers exceptional life is my Fathers ultimate legacy; after all, he is not only my Dads eldest Son, but also his namesake! 

Beyond that somewhat obvious link, there are a number of persistent parallels of personality between Father and Son, such as their unwavering courage, bravery and sacrifice.  Not to mention the fact that they look virtually identical!  At times, it is like my Dad is still with us!  Uncanny resemblance!!

Similarly to my Dad, I find my BIG brother to be tremendously humble and kind, both of which are traits that I often find are missing in others. 

Bri is the personification of modesty.  He is the antithesis of the blowhards of this World, the legends of a lunchtime, the almost-rans of yesterday, the braggards and the terminally insecure poseurs, who only seem to exist each day, in order to further inflate their own mediocre achievements in life. 

Indeed, it took considerable effort from my Sister Lorraine and I to convince Brian to tell his own story.  And I am very glad that he did tell it!

As you will read in his book, we almost lost Brian whilst he threw himself in harms way to save others.  Not just once!  Not twice!  Not even thrice!  But several times in fact, he risked it all to help strangers.

From a personal perspective, reading through Brians own words and looking at all the wonderful photographs brought back so many happy memories of us all together, we were and are, an immensely close family, largely thanks to a childhood involving a warm house full of love.  My parents were the best!

Now that both Mum and Dad are gone, I am increasingly grateful that I have my two amazing siblings in my life.  I simply cannot imagine what it would have been like, growing up without them or their unconditional love for almost 50 years.  Goodness knows, what kind of creepy, grotesque little loser I would have turned out to be otherwise!   🤣 

I therefore implore you to read Brians book for yourself, so that hopefully you will enjoy learning about a local hero, the average Joe who never gave it a second thought to help others.  A man, whom I am immensely proud to call my beloved brother. 

The one and only, Brian Krishnan.  Well, the two and only.

Click the picture link below to go to the book on Amazon.

Hedgerow changes

Over the last few years, I’ve progressively been changing the hedgerow at the bottom of the garden from deciduous to evergreen.

After cutting out the Forsythia, I started from the left side with a red Robin, followed by cherry laurels up to the halfway point.

I then asked my maintenance gardener a year ago to rip out the rest and pop in laurels and a red Robin on the right. He’s a top chap, but people who know me, will testify that I do not like waiting around. So over the last two weeks, I have gotten on with it!

I took out the forsythia, plus an absolute bastard of a Holly Bush with never-ending roots, additionally also a jasmine and also a big shrub. Phew!

Last night I dug my trench and then today I popped the new shrubs in. Drenched the roots, popped some chicken manure pellets around them and covered with a bark layer.

Fingers crossed we are beyond the deep freeze that we’ve seen over the winter! I am excited to see this hedgerow thicken up and add some evergreen colour to my garden!

Bargain Camelia and potting Ericaceous plants

So I found 5 camelias at Dobies garden centre for £1 each. Bargain!

They looked a bit Bill Withered, but I decided to have a gamble on them and grow them on.

Polystyrene chunks at the bottom of the new pots and then a 50/50 mix of perlite and ericaceous soil, topped with pure ericaceous soil! That should give the Camelias a decent chance of kicking on.

I’ll post an update if they survive!

Runner bean slicing

One of my favourite childhood memories was slicing runner beans. Yes, you read that correctly, slicing runner beans!

My Godparents Joe and Joanie had a metal runner bean slicer and I had the great joy of feeding their beans into the machine whenever they had a roast dinner!

It was all quite a process. We’d go to the farmhouse at the back of Banstead Road (Near Oaks Park) to get the veggies and I loved hearing the tick tick tick noise as I sliced the beans to my hearts content!

Sometime during December 2020, I had a very vivid dream about my Godparents and remembered my childhood bean slicing nirvana; turns out that the Universe is a very strange twat. My beloved Joanie passed away around the time I had my dream, I had been estranged from her for over 8 years due to her very spiteful ‘family’. Very odd 🙂

Anyway! I am ridiculously nostalgic, anyone who knows me well knows this!  So I procured a slicer from Ebay!

The slicer is secured to the kitchen counter by a clamp and you feed the runner bean in the top hole, then use the handle to turn the circular blade. A very satisfying pile of sliced beans builds up as you go.

To do the slicer justice, I grew my own runner beans this year! Some of them are bloody massive 🙂 think I’ll grow them every year now!

So here we go, nostalgic box well and truly ticked. Roll on dinner time!

Covid-19 UK 100,000 dead

100,000+ people have been murdered by the UK Governments deliberate mismanagement of COVID in the past year.

Just to put that into context, this 👇 is what 72,000 people looks like (pic from Live Aid at Wembley in 1985)

Japan has double the UK population but has just 7000 deaths!

The death rate will surely get a lot worse, what with the UK Government delaying the 2nd vaccine injection until 12 weeks instead of within 4 weeks which is recommended by the manufacturer.

By doing this, the Government are providing an environment to allow and encourage mutations to develop in the virus. Goodness knows what we will do if a vaccine immune strain appears because of them prolonging things in this way.

Boris Johnson and his cohorts should go to prison for a very long time.

Bread

When the first lockdown kicked in last year, it was very difficult to get hold of decent fresh bread; I quickly realised that it was one of the things that I missed most!

A baguette! A crusty roll! My kingdom for a poppy seeded bloomer!

My love affair with bread started quite early on in life.  On occasion, I used to go with my Godparents and pick up warm bread from a local bakery in Carshalton Beeches in Surrey.

I can still remember standing in line at the bakers very early on a Saturday morning, knowing that I would soon hold the warm bread in my hands; the smell in the bakery was bloody AMAZING and the loaf radiated its own mouthwatering scent in the car on the way home! Torture it was!

The vacuum packed baguettes that you can chuck in the oven or the bog standard pre-sliced loaves that you find in Supermarkets simply do not cut it. I vowed that I would learn how to make my own bread to an acceptable level, to satisfy my craving!

Now that the UK has returned to a second lockdown, I felt it was time to start making my own bread.

I was determined to do so with my own fair hands and without the convenience or dependency of the expensive bread making machines; said machines are currently sold out anyway, largely due to covid-19 panic buying and the logistics nightmare that has currently paralysed importing (shitty Brexit).

Thanks to a Jamie Oliver video on YouTube, I have already made a couple of loaves in 2021 and I am very pleased with the results! https://youtu.be/aUtxKeupYFg

For the recipe within the video, you only need strong flour, a sachet of yeast in water, a pinch of sugar and a pinch of salt. Couple of periods where you leave the dough to prove before you bake it in the oven for 35 mins on 180oC. Very simple.

My next goal is to add in a little wholemeal flower and top the loaf with black poppy seeds or seseme seeds 🙂 watch this space!

Give it a go! It is fun! Especially the kneeding of the dough, a good stress relief.

Gash – A confession.

Years ago, I spotted a guy in the Burger King by East Croydon Station, who had the name ‘Gash’ on his nametag. 

I thought this was absolutely hilarious at the time; it has also made me cry laughing may years later, every time I saw a Burger King advert or shop.

Having done some soul searching during lockdown, I have realised how mean spirited I have been for all this time and want to make amends. 

Gash, if you’re out there, I’m sorry that I laughed dude. 

Love light and peace.