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Well whaddaya know? Two Egg related chats today - one with Annabel one with Erica -both about eggs.

First one is about how to perfectly poach an egg after Annabel showin off like nobody's business on twitter a couple days back > http://twitpic.com/11y5hl

Crispin: hey egg witch
tell me your secrets
i want to poach an egg

Annabel: k
but i might have to kill you after

Crispin:  ok deal

Annabel: poached egg last supper - woot

Crispin: lol

Annabel: k so it's get the water boiling to a 'rolling boil'
i know the technical terms and everything

Crispin: this bread is my body and this wine is my blood
~ hey JC what's teh egg?
umm

Annabel: hahaha

Crispin: that's my umm\
the egg is, like... my dog?

 - ok right rolling boil
i am there

Annabel: add vinegar

Crispin: zomg
how much

Annabel: errr
like enough
jeez you measurements

Crispin: ok tell me in blubs

Annabel: there's a 'want' missing in that line somewhere
a 'glug'
how's that

Crispin: ok a glug yep

Annabel: break egg into a cup

Crispin: i hve the purfect one
it is a pink barbie one

Annabel: i've heard that poached eggs excel in barbie cups
oooh you need a stopwatchy thing

Crispin: ok i got my phone

Annabel: this is the science
ok so all in go - you want to swirly swirly the water
drop egg in and carry on swirly swirlying all at same time
and leave it for 2mins precisely

Crispin: ok safe here i go

one more thing
clockwise / anti cockwise

Annabel: lolz
hang on i have to air swirly
hmm i go anti

Crispin: aces

- - - - 

Crispin: that's amazin

http://img390.yfrog.com/i/n04q.jpg/

so i think i might put this on me blog
you are going to have to kill me anyway
sheep as a lamb and all that

>>>> moments later~ more egg related IM chat...

Erica: last night i was having a dream and then in my dream suddenly i was frying an egg but then i felt sick and woke up
IRL pete had done a really smelly guff
so bad it woke me up

Crispin: lol

So it's friday afternoon in Office Land and I am on instant messages with me litt;e sister > she is telling me about the dream she had last night...

Erica: I had cancer and sort of no one was telling me what was going on ...and i was all dying and horrid ...and then mum said - no your not going to die didnt we tell you you have to have operation and then the doctors were fergie and the princesses beatrix and eugeni and i was all - 'they aren't even doctors!!!!'
horrid

Crispin: they arnt even doctors lol#

Erica: honest it was awfull
i woke up and my pillow was soaked i had done so much crying

Crispin: oh sosij
do you want to come to iceland on saturday?
shop not country
to get kerry K canapes?

Erica: erm
ok
is it open/

Crispin: yeh opened yesterday
you dont HAVE to come

Erica: did kerry open it?
or jason donavan ?

Crispin: no - however there was a sex offender with a dirty iceland waistcoat doing balloon animals

Erica: :/

Crispin: and a disoriantated girl with heavy eye make-up handing out leaflets about what shit cost a pound

Erica: the posh stuff?

Crispin: posh isnt the word
when i present our Eurovision party guests with a PRAWN RING we will all know that i have arrived

Dear Janet

My friend Toby told me of a dream he had where he was suddenly back in the computer shop in which he used to work but his name was Bob and he was turning the shop into a restaurant whose speciality was to be three metre long stewed eels and this was ‘London’s best kept secret’, although the critics did not agree.

The point of this letter is to demonstrate that, for all your idiosyncrasies, you still possess a stronger grip on the real world than some of my human friends.

Love from Crispin

P.S. I hope you at least dream about catching mice.