It looks like I have a Worldcon membership unexpectedly for sale. Give me a shout if you want to buy it -- I haven't looked at what the market for second-hand memberships looks like at the moment, and I haven't looked at the mechanics of transferring it, but it's available if you make me an offer.
Well, yes, I always knew I was a great uncle. But now it seems that I'm also a great-uncle, as of about 7am today. My new great-nephew is called kristofa, for reasons that haven't been made clear to me.
Take the remains of yesterday's roast chicken, a crate of mushrooms, an onion, about four cloves of garlic, a bit of ginger root, a red chili and a quarter-pint of thick double cream out of the fridge and sit them on the counter.
Cut the chicken and mushrooms into small bits, cut the onion/garlic/ginger/chili into really small bits.
Get a big pot. Put some olive oil in it and stir-fry everything except the chicken and cream for a bit. Throw the chicken in too, and agitate it a bit. Pour in the cream. Stir it. Turn the heat down a bit.
Think a bit. Sniff it. Think a bit more.
Pour in a bit of soy sauce and a bit of maple syrup.
Stir it again. Decant it into a bowl. Turn the heat off. Go and sit in front of the telly. Eat the soup.
