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June 05, 2005

Aren't Potatoes Brilliant?

Aren't potatoes brilliant? They really are, and you can't go wrong with potatoes. You can microwave them, boil them, bake them, fry them. In fact there isn't a lot you can't do without them. You can have them raw, with garlic, with cheese, with anything. They're fantastic! And really cheap!

In fact, potatoes are so brilliant, I wrote an ode to them. It goes like this…

_Potatoes, the fruit that's really swell
Make up chips and crisps aswell
Come in many different flavours
Potatoes really are a saviour;

When all the eggs and onion's out
There'll be a tattie lying about:

Boil it, bake it, toil to make it
Mash it to and fro
Serve it up and scoff it down
The humble potato!_

(Note the use of artistic liscence – potatoes aren't really fruit!)

And here is Fred's contribution:

_I like potatoes
The P, the O, the tate
Something something something
Potatoes are really great_

Maybe we should write a musical…


Rant 5: Enough of the rants

Okay, so I managed four (and it wasn't daily), but now I've decided to ditch this and go for an 'isn't … brilliant!' page. Part of the reason is that I've finished exams (woo!) and life seems so much more tranquil. Very tranquil, and I don't want to ruin the calm by ranting. So I shall restore the yin (or is it yang?) and heap praise on things that I feel deserve it. In a new section, cunnilngly titled 'Isn't … brilliant!'.

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