¶ Welcome and Takeaway Frustrations
Welcome to the Daily Moan. Where I just sit off, read shite on my phone and just have a nice moan about it. Don't do nothing about it apart from moan. Make myself feel better always. So, finally the first podcast. I really had much to know about recently since I decided that I was going to make a podcast about Mona.
It's like all me cooking outlets vanished. It's like I had nothing to moan about all of a sudden, putting myself on the spot. So it was a good idea to stop me from moaning but pottering round today, Cooking. Decided on sudden Takeaways. I have been bumped so much the last few weeks of takeaways. If not weeks, months, but noticeably more and more recently.
these takeaway people just know people can't be asked Cooper. So they're like, ah fuck it, these fat guns are just gonna pay no matter what, how bad the service is, or that shit. So cracked on haven't I started learning to Cooper. And um yeah, clean order. I think it's been well better for it than the shit that I've been getting from the takeaways.
They just say, Oh, go through Jun Steet. Go through Jun Steet and just clean it back. And then you can't be asked because it's just not worth your time. So all this dog shifter And that's what I'm doing now. Yes, these poop some fucking dough. Pizza dough.
¶ Gordon Ramsay Cookbook Lessons
So um today I'm gonna cook actually cook on my pizza oven in the garden. So this. And I'll have a fucking moan about that when it's shake. I haven't perfected it, made the dough in my bread maker on dough mode. I only got that yesterday as well so I'm just playing around with that again. That not every recipe had a picture. And I haven't got a clue what I'm doing. How the fuck am I supposed to cook something? I don't know what it looks what it's supposed to look like. So
I was going to send it back, the book. I got it off and I couldn't be arse sending it back. I was stuck on too much hassle. So it was winding me up that much that I couldn't be arse sending it back. And I actually decided to just start reading the book. Fucking cooking stuff because I was pissed off that much. I've actually cooked a few nice scrouns.
And d there was a section in it in the book called Knives. So I got a proper set of knives as well to coop some shit with. And um yeah. Read up what he said. It was alright. One of the good bits in the early bit of the book, Sean had wanted no for ages out and caught an onion up. See people just dicing it proper good on the telly and on the internet and then...
I think it's worth the twenty quid for just chop learning how to chop the onion. And you know what to do with each knife really, it's only vague but De twee of drie screns I've cooked from it are quite good. Scallops were the first, pretty good. So yeah, me moanin'. Ended up not being worth moanin' about in the end. When I actually sat down and read them.
cooking so yeah some like what a party should be pictures but don't know. It's probably something on this YouTube. I just haven't figured it out yet.
¶ The Fillet-O-Fish Fiasco
So yeah, let's see, anything else moan about the justice being dog shit and the Uber it's been even worse when they just get your order wrong. Oh my god, I've had one. I had one due to me. Oh my god. Fucking flipped me lid. Actually no, I'll go on about the the famous f incident. This is before all this shit, this was last year, but it still hasn't left.
Left me taut. Ugh, so I was starving. Proper starving. Ended up going to my heath. I was lying there, just couldn't be ass moving. Ended up going to my heath. Got in the car jack, 12 hours and 22 minutes ago. Ordered the filler of fish meal, large. F***ing Sunday, some other shit, dat's not important. So anyway, picked her up, drive through, got home. Opened the f***ing filler of fish. Oh my god, I was livid. I was actually livid. That was...
Fucking no filler of fish on the bun. It was a bun with tartar sauce. I was fucking I erupted. erupted into that much of a rage. I dived in the car, fucking drove round. It was it it was quite late that night but there were still a few people in there. I just walked, fucking stormed up to the till. I think they could just tell what was coming. Felt like I was set up. I just slammed it on the fucking desk, ripped the bag open and was just like, what the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that? Boa, né? What the fuck is that? I was like, who the fuck orders a filler of fish with no fucking bergeron, just a bun with tarata sauce? I said, what fucking idiot did with that? And they're like, oh, we've got them in order fucking mixed up. I will get you another one. I was that fucking fume. I wasn't asked if I had the money. I was asked if they fucking got me off the couch twice to go there.
And not get a f I I didn't even get an order so I just slammed up the thing and went to them. And when they offered me a new one I was like, sorry we've got the orders mixed up I went. ...fuckin' new one... ...fuckin' wasting me time... ...and just stopped off like a prick. So I didn't even get me scrann in the end. But again... ...who the fuck orders just a filler of fish? A slice of fucking cheese on it.
Half a slice of cheese on the bun and no burger. Who does that? They need fucking locking up. Them people need putting. Inside for doing that and another thing while I'm fucking moan about filler of fish is what I don't fucking understand is why do you get half a cheese slice? Why the fuck do you get half a cheese slice on a filler of fish? Why isn't it full fucking slice?
and you get the worst fucking, oh, the worst. I don't eat meat. I just eat fished. So, that's all I fucking get. I'm not eating that veggie shit. It's fucking horrible. God fucking eat that if I'm badly desperate and starving and get a rap butt. Haven't seen many of the raps around recently, but I just don't understand how I can go the Albi. Get these big fuck off fat Succulent. Ehm... Juicy fucking cod. Square, same size a fillet of fish, but like on fucking steroids.
Rydyn ni'n gwneud rhywbeth y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud y gwneud How the fuck are Mike's charging that? How much are they paying for their fucking f fish burgers if they're charging that in the fucking Aldi don't know if a what? Just something else would need to fucking whinge about.
Man, I forgot what I was doing then. Oh yeah, lighting the picture on. That'll do for today. That'll do. Nice little fucking whinge. Yeah, I want to get going, but fucking can't stop, so best stop it there.