MrsDoyle

I love haggis, and that's all horrible bits and pieces cooked in a sheep stomach. No rubbery chunks though. I'll give andouillette another whirl next time I'm in Paris, maybe I got a dud.

First-hand testimony: yes, it does taste of soap. Lick a bar of soap if you want to know what it's like.

I ordered andouillette in a Paris restaurant once not knowing what it was. I had a little dictionary with me (pre-internet) that translated it as "chitterlings". I didn't know what that was either.

Never again - it had chopped-up bits of rubbery guts on it that resisted chewing, it was vile.

Our workplace did that. You had to change every month and you weren't allowed to just add a digit. It meant that people started writing their passwords on post-its stuck to the monitor.

Mind you, back in the 90s your password was the same as your username. It was very handy, because if someone went home leaving a document locked, you could just log in and unlock it. Our first "proper" IT professional was horrified.

Just finished Empire in Black and Gold by Adrian Tchaikovsky, very much enjoyed that. I've just started Midnight and Blue by Ian Rankin. It's off to a cracking start - Rebus is in prison, what the what now?

As ever though I'm reading dozens of books. Most disappointing is John & Paul, A Love Story in Songs, by Ian Leslie. I bought it after going to a talk by the author. I'm a Beatles fan since childhood, so I thought it would be interesting. Well I guess I'm not a REAL Beatles fan, because I'm finding it tedious. Chapter 7 and it's still only 1962! I mean sure, it's fascinating that as a child, George Martin's family shared a communal lavatory with three other families, but please can we get back to the main subject?

Best of the rest is The Rise and Reign of the Mammals, by Steve Brusatte. Section 4 and we're only up to the Cretaceous, lol. I love this book, not just for the critters, but for the paleontologists, some amazing characters with epic stories of working with teeny tiny bones.

Oh no, I'm sad to hear Bee Speaker disappointed. It's on my list - I also loved Bear Head. I've just finished Empire of Black and Gold, first book in his Shadows of the Apt series. It was pretty good, good enough for me to try the next Apt book.

A lot of Nazis were Christians.

Here's an example of "mansplaining": I've been beekeeping for close to ten years. A gentleman joined our group recently who has had maybe a few months' experience. Wearing a brand new bee suit and gloves, he proceeded to tell me how to carry out a basic hive inspection. He was not assuming I shared his exact knowledge, he was assuming I knew even less than him.

The term mansplaining came about because it encapsulates a very common scenario. I know a few chaps who constantly explain stuff to me that I know a lot more about than they do, and in a very condescending way. One old codger even patted me on the head and said, "A young thing like you wouldn't know about MS-DOS." I bought my first computer in 1984.

I haven't found mansplaining as prevalent among young men, I must say. They seem more open and egalitarian in their approach, more respectful. Though a friend told me, "It's because you remind them of their granny."

We live in a society. I believe that a predisposition to empathy, compassion, love, all those good things, is inbuilt in us to help maintain a stable, cohesive society. They are taught to young children, who learn to share, care, co-operate. It seems like some people never grow up, and still need a "parent" to guide them.

Ewwwwww!!

Oh ha ha, so it's like a toddler? You have to be very careful not to tell toddlers NOT to do a thing, because they will definitely do that thing. "Don't touch the hot pan." Toddler touches the hot pan.

The theory is that they don't hear the word "don't", just the subsequent command. My theory is that the toddler brain goes, "why?" and proceeds to run a test to find out.

In either scenario, screaming ensues.

I'm never bored. What's it like?