Rhubarb 'faux steamed' pudding in 5 minutes.

 

According to my amazing wife who makes this sweet treat. 

For the batter:

• One egg
• 56 grams of self raising flour
• 56 grams of soft butter 
• 56 grams of caster sugar 

Beat together until it changes into a thick and creamy batter.

For the rhubarb compote: (Made before and refrigerated).

Cube the rhubarb and put into a saucepan 

Add a little star anise and ginger to taste.

Add a wine glass of orange juice.

Add caster sugar to taste.

Stew on a low heat until the rhubarb is cooked and thickens into a compote.

Allow to cool in a refrigerator.

Put two table spoons of stewed and sweetened rhubarb compote in the bottom of a suitably  sized microwaveable bowl. 

Put half the mixture on top of the rhubarb.

Microwave at full power (900 w) for two minutes and 15 seconds.

Leave to stand for one minute.

Turn out into a dish.

Pour some double cream over the top.

Add a piece of honeycomb for a real sweet treat!

Eat whilst hot.

Serves one. - Lush!

Halloween

 

Halloween has always been a big event in Suffolk, UK. We have lived here for nearly forty five years and had never heard that it is also known as 'Samhain' in this county.

Saying goodbye is so very hard to do!

 

Saying Goodbye is so very hard to do

Once you buy into bullshit 

It is difficult to let go

You can see where you went

Like shit in the snow

You were given a hat

With a few words to repeat

That worked on the way up

And now in retreat

You did and said things awful 

And if you let it go

You will have to smell the turd

That's still there in the snow

You were told you were important 

For the first time in your life

Protecting all the women folk 

Whilst dumping on your wife

You have no friends

But instead you have a cult

So push the door shut

And then slide the bolt

But saying bye to bullshit 

And admitting you were wrong

Denies your importance 

And admits you don't belong.

George Roberts 'Woke poet for decency.' Halloween October 2026.

Feeling Board

 

Fair Game Guvnor 

Mayfair and the Old Kent Road - two ends of the same circle.

'The Top Hat and the 'Old Boot'.

Declare the best regime

Can only be extreme!

 'Privatised Utilities' - H2O on 'time and a turd' with 'Putane Gas' on tap.

It may sound awfully abrupt.

'Just sayin', money and power will corrupt

And there is an alternative hypothesis.

Because just as bears are drawn to honey.

Grifty bastards are attracted 

by politics, power and money.

When narcissists roll their loaded dice it's all done with smoke and mirrors.

And empathy remains broke,

With a nose caked up with coke.

"You have won second prize in a beauty contest".

But it remains a massive mystery to the likes of you and me,

Why this minority group of Nazis make repeat appearances, on prime time, BBC. TV.

"Go to Jail, go immediately to Jail"

 Seek the Lord's holy grail

And find Jesus in your cell.

Play the teary victim -# very sad face!😢  Change actual name to something simple and blame dear old  Mum and Dad!

My childhood, I must  sadly confess 

Was abusive and a shit-show.

A complete dysfunctional mess!😢

Crowd fund the legal defence!

A collective, exploitive and mercenary racket

For funding that one true pal, Mr. Charlie Packet.

And then after a mute month of lying low, 'Just Parking',

Throw a doubtful 'double six' 

And get back on board

With the other 'Grifting' pricks'

'Pass 'Go' and collect £200 from a Community Chest you declared 'broken'.

George Roberts doggerel of the day. October 2026

Climbing in the Swiss Alps

 

Climbing in the Swiss Alps

It was a time of plenty

Nineteen Seventy.

I attended my first dinner party

at a semi in Bellevue 

and there between Liz and Mary

I first ate Swiss fondue.

It was a time before houmous 

a time before falafel

but I recall a weird vinegar mix

of red cabbage and stewed apple.

It was a moment of metamorphosis 

a phase transition in societal class,

a moment of social danger

should I fall on my working class arse.

But that was then 

and now is now.

Times gain was social ease.

So in Two thousand and twenty-six,

when I dip my bread in the fondue pot ,

I just savour the molten cheese.

'Spleeny' George Roberts. October 2026

What the old want to hear.

 

What the old want to hear.

 Professor Penrose has a working hypothesis 

That in the brain stem, at the quantum level perversely, 

"When we appear to be completely 'brown bread'

Something uniquely us, is shared universally".

This is quite reassuring whether unproven or unprovable.

Because when it comes to take the terminal breath. 

The return of our quantum souls to the Universe 

Is undeniably preferable, to absolute death.

George Roberts, slightly  bleak, Interwebs Doggerel. October 2026

Stromboli the Movie

 

I stumbled across this video clip taken with my smartphone from the upper deck of a 'tossing' boat 'heaving-to' just off the uninhabited side of Stromboli. 

There is a lava lake or pool near the summit, which from time to time over flows and lava rolls down the sides to the sea.