Showing posts with label steam rollers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label steam rollers. Show all posts

11/10/10

Hand me that Soldering Iron!

Things usually break down when they're most needed. You can avoid this problem by eschewing modern technology and only using tools made of stone, although you will find that chiseling your message into a rock wall is not as convenient as pecking out a Twitter message.

Also, central heating is difficult, so you'll have to start bonfires in every part of your cave.

Chocolate is a well-known deterrent to the gremlins that plague technology. Here, to bring you luck with your gadgets, is a chocolate ladybug from www.renachocolates.com. And here, to brighten your day, is a picture of a nice diesel locomotive.

If you're feeling romantic today, here are two romantic pictures of steam rollers.

Finally, if you're in the mood for a chocolate malt cake, you might take a look at this one, from The Baking Pan.

No worries.

10/7/10

A Haggis in Distress

There's no doubt about it; when you have a child to look after, you can't simply rush off in all directions to save haggises in distress. You have responsibilities, and fighting evil isn't one of them. Leave that to Chicken Man.

As Philip Napoleon once said, Evil is just Good without the makeup. (He spoke in initial capitals from time to time, but hardly anyone noticed.)

Here's a picture of four large chocolate wedding cakes from weddingwire.com.  They're probably a little more expensive than ordinary cakes, so it might be best not to order one unless you're planning on getting hitched, or tying the knot, or dropping the anchor, or walking down the aisle, or jumping the broom, or buying the cow, or getting spliced, or fused, etc.

And here, from bbcgoodfood.com, is a picture of what they call the ultimate chocolate cake, and I'm inclined to agree. THIS is a chocolate cake!

Where was I?

What?

Egad...anyway, speaking of chocolate  cakes, here's a picture of a very large steam crane, from Bedfordshire.  Not to imply that you would need a crane to lift yourself after eating the BBC cake, but, erm....

It's Howdy Doody time....