I am going to be talking about foodlebamboodle which is a bit of a secret now but might become mainstream soon. 

Can not tell you much more about foodlebamboodle at this point but I promise I will come back to you soon. 

Click, click click click click click, bring the clicks back over again.

After a serious number of years we are glad to announce that we are break even! I will be throwing a cheetos party (to be honest not much will be left after a couple of cheetos bags) in a date and venue to be announced.

Keep posted and keep clicking.

Much appreciated. 

After reporting during more than 3 months about Southwark not complying to its duties of cleaning the streets and receiving reciprocal answers is time to say that Southwark clearly spends the money in very important things but certainly not in cleaning the streets.

Hopefully someone will pick this up and complain and complain - the more noise the better. Otherwise come over to Alice with Rothsay so you have a reason to complain. 

For the online one, a new and very interesting blog about politics in the UK was launched today.  

The second one is a little talk that is going to happen at the UCL Bloomsbury Theatre, 15 tomorrow Tuesday 25 September. Unfortunately I can not post a link hence the offline bit, because apparently there is some people out there that insist on adding the session ids to the URLs. Too bad for them.

Buscador de vuelos, vacaciones y hoteles.

Enough of theory of evolution of the pasta and let's go back to the issue today.

As I was saying, I am linguine and I am diving in an aglio oglio dish. When I left home today, I did not know I was going to dive; I was not prepared nor I was told. I need a lawyer. Why? I told you, I am diving in aglio olio and I was not told - capicce? Get me a lawyer now. 

Oh, do not go. I also need new clothes. Mines are wet and smell aglio. Remember, I use ivory color only.

It is a bit hot in here, I have to say. I see some old colleagues that graduated from Barilla the same year I did. Some look better than others but they all definetely look worse than me. I was nominated linguine of the year by the Food Association, and that is a very important price.

I think I am gaining weight. I feel like if my body is expanding.

That price gave us eye sight position in the grocery stores. It is much better up there. I have heard that down in economy class there is risk of people avoiding you.

I am a top class linguine you know? And I am proud of it. I am unique since the very first day I was born and I pretend to stay that way.

It is very hot here. Need to take the head out to see if my lawyer is coming. I am having some trouble to get the head out, somehow I feel very soft.

Have I told you that we beat the organic tortellini in the Milano pasta fair? Big times those. The tortellini have always been very much appreciated with their roundness, their fillings, their nice yellow color.

There is a lot of smoke here, something must be burning.

I hear something - is like the sound of rain. Maybe is raining outside. I have been for so long here that can hardly remember the last time I saw the blue sky.

Wait, we are moving. Yes, yes we seem to be going somewhere. I think my lawyer got things sorted out. Oh the rain is stronger now, ouch is raining a lot and is cold. 

I feel like I am in a spa. Hot treatment, cold treatment. I need to call my lawyer, he prepared all this. Is a gift, a spa day out. I was a bit stressed last week, sitting there in the supermarket. And sitting is ok, but sitting with others in that reduced amount of space was not pleasant and I got stressed. I deserve this.

Look, seems that someone is coming to pick us up. I go first, I go first! 

Thank you! Please take me to the changing room - my new suit is waiting me there - your name please? hello? do you hear me? Oh right, I see you are taking me to some sort of drying plate, much appreciated.

What is that? Is it snowing now? Jeez! It is snowing and a lot. I need to check what new suit I was brought. It is going to be very cold.

Oh, look, seems that lights are off now ... 

Hailing.

Windy.

Rainy.

I took the RV1 today and to my despair I realized I had not seen one of those cell fuel buses that used to service the RV1 route in quite a while. What is going on? Where they pull out of the fleet? Aren't car drivers paying the congestion charge to reduce pollution but buses keep using the nasty and dirty diesel engines? Can someone tell me why Transport for London does not keep them?

Apparently we have 8,000 buses in London. 8,000 yes, which equals to a zillion tons of crap.  

I did a quick search to find out this:

BBC coverage of the green buses on the RV1 route

I then went to TFL website and found the following:

Hybrid buses introduced in London 

Still, someone gives me a plan of what is hapenning here. 

I will let you know as soon as I have watched it! 

As you can see on the right hand side there is a new badge that indicates the number of links to this blog (nearly 200!). After the (lack of) success of the badge just above (the xbox one) I decided to add this one and make the page even more crowded to see if someone out there fancies adding two or three links to this site so we reach the magical number of 200. The prize? Well, not much, apart from a mention of who did it (you need to tell me) and obviously a link back.

I am waiting, number 200! 

What is wrong here? Why you just do not say, come over some time on Thursday 15th of February to see if we decided to put the item on sale. Oh dear!

If you want to give it a try, here is the link to the PS3 page at Amazon UK 

But, and this is something quite strange given my genetic ability to everything that requires any sort of equilibrium, the second day I was going down the slopes trying to brake and from time to time steer and obviously more often than wished, checking if the snow was cold enough.

Day three came and we were going down a slope called Gigante - a red trail - that was beyond my skills but that helped me pushing the boundaries of my alter ego and suddenly transform in Doctor Ski. The skiies became prolongations of my legs, the sticks were my titanium adapters and the boots were lighter than the air. Doctor Ski had suddlenly appeared from my inner me and was there to stay forever.

With Doctor Ski commanding my entire body we went to, in the foggiest day ever, the other side of the mountain. With my genetically modified vision, I could see where others could not, I could hear the snow talking to me, I could sing at the same time than descending (if you wonder it was the amatoma song) and most importantly I was having fun in the snow.

Day five came, trail 21 went. Tallest starting point in the entire station and again beyond Doctor Ski's skills I managed to go through it. After that, 13, 14 and 16 came (several times) as well as Internazionale (18),

Day six and the challenges ahead were to complete the remaining trails, including 20, 22, 19 and 17 and the evil border cross - costalazo que me pegue. But once again Doctor Ski had taken ownership of my actions and speeded through all the obstacles.

Your dearest, Doctor Ski. 

Enjoy the reading here  

See you all soon!