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A tribute to Nirvana, featuring The Toy Couple and Cordon Bleu Chef (whom we bumped into in Penang), Hairyberry, Nipplesjoe, Boolicious, Bald Eagle and Lyrical Lemongrass. Shot on location at QE2, Penang, in between the feasting. Work hard, eat hard, play hard.
Click HERE for the introduction to the Nirvana Bus Tour.
Imagine a room full of intoxicated people. One drunk starts a conversation about a funeral he just attended, and how impressed he was with the “Nirvana band” (Chinese funeral music). “They have their own bus too,” he says.
“A bus load of Nirvana musicians,” another drunk muses. “Was Kurt Cobain on board?” (An obvious reference to Nirvana, the rock band.)
“We should have our own Nirvana bus!” exclaims yet another drunk. “We can drive up to Penang and back and drink whisky all the way!”
The suggestion is met with a resounding AYE.
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The alcohol’s worn off, but the Idea remains. A quotation for a bus is obtained.
“Who’s interested?”
“Me!”
“Me!”
“Me!”
“Me!”
We can’t decide between a 20 seater and a 40 seater. The response is overwhelming.
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An unlikely group, bound together by the love of food.
After all, as they say in show business, the show must go on.
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Five people climbed into a Nissan X-trail and headed to Penang for a weekend of gluttony. Not quite a Nirvana Bus Tour, but so much work had been put into it that we had to make it happen even though we didn’t have the numbers.
Watch this space for stories of our Nirvana Not-Quite-A-Bus Tour to Penang. July 17 to 19, 2009.
One of the perks of food blogging is meeting new people, some of whom end up assuming different roles in my life. They come in all shapes and sizes, as is evident in my latest friend, Frat. Frat Mustard.
Frat just dropped in for a quick chat.
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“Hello everyone!”
“Hiya Frat. You’re a shy ‘un, aren’t ya? I thought only food bloggers hated being in the limelight. Why don’t you get out and let us see your face.”
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“Oh, alright. I’ll just climb out of this glass now.”
“Nice biceps.”
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“Let’s cut to the chase, lady.”
“We’re obviously cutting other parts too, eh, Frat? Sure you got your body parts intact?”
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“I came close to losing li’l Frat once. Boo_licious tried eating me, but I made a quick escape when the jug of beer got her attention instead.”
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“Problem is, it got mine too, so I plunged right in.”
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“And then, Fatboybakes lured me with fries. Let me rephrase that. Fatboybakes lured me with A fry.”
*growl*
“That wasn’t my stomach.” *eyes shifting*
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“You can’t possibly be hungry. You just ate a plate of pasta 5 times your weight.”
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“That’s why I’m Fat.”
“You mean Frat.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Lisa dahlink, light me a ciggie, babydoll?”
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“You know smoking’s bad for ya.”
“I do…I think about it all the time and just want to drown myself in some Bloody Mary.”
“It’s a virgin. A Virgin Mary.”
“Not once Frat gets into Mary.”
“Right. Moving on…so what does Frat do when he’s not devirginising mocktails?”
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“Yoga. It’s great for unkinking the muscles and spine. Especially if you’re really kinky.”
“Ummm okay.”
“Did you just fart? Something in the air smells spicy.”
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“Oh, that’d be my girlfriends, HP, Heinz and Tabasco. Hello Spicy, Mustard’s here!”
*stuffing nostrils with tissue*
“What else do you do…other than yoga, I mean?”
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“I bungee jump.”
“Into food.”
“Yeah, better to dive into a shitload of food than a load of shit.”
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“Ever got stuck in a tight spot before?”
“Are we talking about Virgin Mary again?”
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“Ummmm…I think that’s all the time we have for you right now.”
“Don’t be a stranger! When you’re in a pickle, think of Frat!”
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For more about Frat Mustard, check out his website HERE. Frat Mustard is also the face for TheQguides, an online restaurant booking site. I’ve signed up. Have you?