Mister Squeaky's Cookbook

So much for Mrs Beaton ... Can't really imagine her with any kind of alternative lifstyle. Steak and Kidney Pie and stodgy puddings. Probably too stuffed (not, I hasten to add by Mr Beaton I suspect - hence the cookbook for something to do on a friday night) to actually think that people might want to do something other than slave over a hot stove - although I wouldn't mind slaving over a hot Nigella Lawson (with extra chocolate sprinkles please!). So how come the eye's come over all cullinary all of a sudden - well in my drive to fight the expanding waistline (and save a bit of cash) I'm having a severe attack of domesticity and have filled the cauldron up with home made veggie soup - tasty and cheap and very filling - minor additional cost in the bog roll department tho' :-(

And now for the randomness we've all come to expect from the Eye. Mister Squeaky's unhappy with the UK Rock 'n Roll hall of fame due to induction of Ozzy Osbourne (Bat biting) "Prince of Darkness" into its dank interior. What precisely has he done to achieve this honour other than appearing to be a semi-alive warning against the perils of taking far too many drugs. Why is he considered to be so evil? Has he burned any churches or violently assaulted non-satanists? No, didn't think so. Still he is responsible for the utterly vile Kelly Osbourne so I suppose that counts for something.
So what should be done to make the music establishment pay for this foolishness. I'll tell you right now. Go down the High street, go into HMV and demand (with suitable menaces and corpse painted acolytes in attendance) the following "I want a copy of GORGOROTH'S TWILIGHT OF THE IDOLS Now!" Make Gorgoroth the Christmas Number One - Just imagine the terrible Fearne Cotton having to introduce "This week's number one is Procreating Satan by Gorgoroth" I can barely contain my delight at this vision.