Pesach cleaning progress report

Oven 4 - lethargic_man 0

(I'm a bad housekeeper; by the time Pesach comes around, oven cleaner ain't enough; the oven requires going over with a chisel, one square centimetre at a time.)

Unexpected discoveries [ETA: in the rest of the kitchen, doggammit!]:

• Three packets of tomato soup with croutons, after I thought I finished the last for lunch today.
• A packet of custard creams, after I was congratulating myself on managing to almost complete running my stock of biscuits down.
• One twelve-pack of Weetabix. Well, that more than solves the problem of what to do for breakfast the next few days; unfortunately, leaving aside the fact there aren't twelve days until Pesach, it raises the question of what to do with the challah rolls I didn't eat because I ended up going to Carlebach Minyan on Friday. I'll eat one of them for breakfast even so, to finish off my peanut butter; I think I'll take the others to work and give them away.

I wonder what the next surprise will be...

"Just A Minute" on TV

I've just watched the first episode of the TV version of Just A Minute—or rather, watched the first half, then gone into the kitchen, where I have extra speakers, to do the washing up, having neither the time nor the inclination to sit around watching TV (though apparently both the time and the inclination to spend an equivalent amount of time blogging about it...).

Did you notice, if you watched it, that the contestants did not have, as is usual in such panel games, a display in front of them showing how many points each had?

The reason for that, if it's the same as for the radio show recording I attended, is because they'll have recorded forty-five minutes' worth of material, then edited it down to twenty-eight minutes, removing out-takes and selecting the best of what is rest, for broadcast. I strongly suspect that if you listen to the scores announced at the end of each round, and compare it to the points people have scored since the previous round, half the time it won't add up. But (almost) nobody is so anal as to do that, and nobody ever notices.