The Cheesecake Who Came In From The Cold

I’m sure we can all agree that the last couple of weeks have been pretty fucking chilly. There has been snow and ice and then more snow and more nice. Based on looking out of the window this morning, I can only assume that this cold spell has finally passed.

It makes me just a little bit sad. Unlike most people, I’m gonna miss it.

Why? Well, I could tell you I like to go sledging or I have a penchant for winter fashions. I could even suggest that I enjoy putting my feet up in front of a roaring fire (all of these things are true by the way but none of them are the real reason). The real reason is that the cold weather, particularly heavy snow, always reminds me of home.

Way back in the dim and distant past of 1978, I was involved in a serious road accident. I was 4½ years old at the time. I won’t bore you with the gory details. All you need to know is I suffered a serious head injury and ended up in hospital for a long time (don’t feel badly for me I was incredibly lucky it turns out.)

Every memory prior to that protracted hospital stay is gone now, and I mean every single solitary thing. For all intents and purposes, Pablo Cheesecake began in that hospital. What I do remember, and I remember it in vivid technicolor-esque detail, is looking out of a window and seeing snow. Lots of it.

Now, whenever I see snow I remember that hospital stay, and more importantly I recall the day that I got to go home. There is a photograph of me, no doubt tucked away in a cupboard somewhere, that shows a young Pablo Cheesecake standing outside a house snow all around. He’s lucky to be alive, and you know what? Even now, 35yrs later, he ain’t ever gonna forget it.

A typically wintry scene

A typically wintry scene

I would apologise for being overly sentimental in this post, but fuck it. I don’t care. I like to sit and ponder the nature of existence, and it just so happens that snow is one of my triggers.

*blows raspberry*

If you don’t like it the door is just over there. Don’t let it hit you on the ass on the way out.

Anywho… I think that’s enough of this dwelling on the past malarkey. Lets look to the future.

Later Internet Brethren


Snow Day and a perfect sandwich

So the UK has been brought to a standstill by the inclement weather. Good times – I got out of work 2½ hrs early 🙂 Bad Times – Turns out there is a hole in my shoe and my sock got extremely wet 🙁

On a more positive note this evenings bill of fare will include the best sandwich known to man. That’s right Fish Finger!!!! Truly this sandwich is the work of some higher power.

Look at this thing of beauty! Oh and the ketchup is mandatorynot optional. If you want to mix things up a little I would suggest Birdseye Fish Fingers with a hint of lemon and Heinz Tomato Ketchup with Sweet Onion. This combination is the work of genius. I challenge anyone to come up with a better sandwich than this. I do not think it possible.

Forward to the weekend and some extreme brain candy is required. I reckon Punisher: Warzone might just fit that criteria. As long as there are explosions and stylized hyper violence I will be a happy bunny.

Until the next episode of mindless drivel