@Iain Aschendale I just compared the grams written on the pack to the grams on the pack of Kerrygold Irish butter in my fridge. Your butter is a bit smaller at 200 grams. The Kerrygold is 227 grams, or 8 ounces and 1 package is 1 cup.
Shakespeare adaptations with a modern urban setting. Here we have some dude in a bobble hat, wandering around a Blockbuster store, talking in a language that makes absolutely no contextual sense.
You guys really eat prawn sandwiches over there? Isn't that like a shrimp with tentacles and stuff? We have shrimp sandwiches here, but you can only eat them in Louisiana and only when stumbling drunk. State law.
A man wouldn't normally eat a prawn sandwich. It's something they sell in Boots, Superdrug, and Clare's Accessories, I haven't been there for a while. Men eat Ginsters.
I always figured if it fits between two pieces of bread it's a sandwich. Which means a means a loaf of pre-sliced bread is just a super stacked bread sandwich. But when I lived out East they would make most seafood into a sandwich as some point, but it was generally done by chopping it and mixing it up chicken salad style. Mussel sandwiches are surprisingly tasty when you remember to take them out of the shell first. Have to get used to the texture, though.
You old tory. Leave the thesps alone, they do no harm, not really asides [from] the endless class struggle; wealthy bastards indulging their creativity, it's disgusting.
I don't mind Shakespeare, or thesps for that matter, but the great bard did not set Hamlet in a Blockbusters!
Well, commiserate with the scribe who adapted the play. I learned from this forum that Blockbusters only exists in Alaska, today. He'll have to re-write his version, set it in a stinky old record shop with the beardy-weirdy as prince of prog. Anyway, nobody hates Guildernsten & Rosencrantz more than me, I hate that play more than [maybe I was too young?], we had to go see it at the National. All the English teachers guffawing, beacons of mirth, all the students asleep.
Depends, sometimes they just suck, other times they're able to do something clever with them. Not sure exactly how far out your "modern, urban" dislike covers, but Patrick Stewart's Macbeth, set in an unidentified Eastern European setting, was pretty damn brilliant IMHO. Also, there's a scene in Ian McKellen's Richard III where he's high-centered his military 4x4 and utters the line "A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!" that made the whole theater laugh out loud when I saw it. I'm kinda partial to the Baz Luhrman Romeo+Juliet, but I'm not going to stand and defend its setting, so bash away if you will. However, Claire Danes was an excellent Juliet, and while I normally hate DiCaprio, he did his job well in this one, as did, well, pretty much everyone else. I remember thinking at the time that I wish they could pull everybody back in for another go in a traditional setting.
Yeah, I remember watching this when it was first popular and I really liked it, then I saw it again more recently and the whole thing just seemed so incredibly dated. It will always have a special place in my nostalgic heart, but I don't know if I can say it's objectively good.
It annoys me that the prescription serum I have to grow longer eyelashes makes my eyes dry. Also, what kind of bitch has prescription serum to grow longer eyelashes? Now I have self loathing too.
It annoys me that I stumbled across the reality TV show Sister Wives last night, and now I can't stop watching it (in horrified fascination). I don't see what the women are getting out of it. He is a big dummy and not even rich. Maybe they are just glad to get less of his attentions? Or maybe the women are really all into each other and lying about it? I don't get it. Maybe they're just brainwashed. The women seem very nice but a lil bovine tbh. I mean, I get that open marriage (open on both ends) could have its charms but imo these women are just being stupid. So then I click on another episode. Sigh.
I had a similar experience, but with a tv show I happened upon some years back... Amish Mafia. My goodness, it was like watching an inbred train wreck! I had somehow assumed the Amish lived this quaint throwback existence, a simpler life. It seems not, though.
People who don’t have a lock on their toilet door. You may enjoy the risk of someone walking in while you’re baking butt-biscuits, but I don’t.