Category Archives: Like it or Loathe it

Hosted by the lovely Margaret Rose Stringer, Like it or Loathe It asks you to provide a post based on one word, which she will provide every fortnight, on Sundays/Mondays depending on your time zone.

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Margaret Rose has promised a personal poem to the winner of this second Like it or Loathe It challenge, so I hope my venture into doggerel doesn’t cause offense Smile

Ooooooo – to hear the word just makes me shiver
The worst a menu can deliver
It’s good for you! our mum would scowl
It’s horrible! we kids would howl

This fine meal should make you smile
It can’t, it won’t, it’s full of bile
It’s full of rubbish from the bowel
I feel so sick, please pass a towel

Animal entrails may help prediction
But good to eat? that’s just fiction
A quick fried dose of Hepatitis E
Does not, in truth, appeal to me

If you’re a woman over fifty
This yucky stuff is not so nifty
Osteoporosis could be your fate
If liver features on your plate

Clenbuterol is not so nice
Olympic athletes paid the price
Greedy farmers use this steroid
This is a dish they should avoid

An offal organ full of toxin
From the stuff it often locks in
Arsenic, cadmium and lead
Are nasty things that make you dead

An overdose of Vitamin A
Is not the way to start your day
Toxocariasis is not our aim
Refuse that muck and feel no shame

Like or loathe? I think it’s clear
This is a dish I don’t hold dear

LIOLI#2 – Liver – Image from HPBLondon – Like it or Loathe It Roundup

Like it or Loathe it Roundup

Hosted by the lovely Margaret Rose Stringer, Like it or Loathe It asks you to provide a post based on one word, which she will provide every fortnight, on Sundays/Mondays depending on your time zone.

Here are the instructions from the author:

Create a new post around the topic describing how/why you like or loathe it – either in prose or imagery. Use as its heading the phrase you see in mine. Please make sure to add lioli to its tags, in addition to whatever other tags you like.

Publish your post.

Copy its whole title into your clipboard, and then come back here and open up go to the LIOLI widget in my sidebar; and when you click on that you can scroll down to the Comments section where you will paste it in (and probably add some smart comments).   :-



Like It or Loathe It (LIOLI)

This is a new monthly challenge from Margaret Rose Stringer (M.R.). Once a month she will offer a topic for you to like or loathe.

Like MR, I wasn’t that fond of flying. When I was thirteen, my family took our first holiday outside Ireland or the UK.  We flew to Rimini late one Sunday evening. Before we travelled, my dad took us all to Mass and the featured hymn was “Nearer My God To Thee”, which did nothing to promote confidence among us.

Back then, European flights featured propellors, not jets, so the trip was a tad longer drawn out than what you would expect these days.  The flight path took us across the Swiss Alps and I remember seeing Lake Geneva as a huge dark patch between what looked like paintings of mountains. 

As luck would have it, there was a thunderstorm that night, so the pilot brought us above the clouds, where we were treated to a view of lightning from above – which is quite dramatic, let me tell you, especially when the airplane is rocking and dipping through the flashes of lightning and the mountains appeared to be chasing us through the clouds.  We recovered enough from that experience to not actually hike all the way home, but for years afterwards I would feel seasick the moment I approached the check in.

Almost twenty years later I decided to visit a friend who was working in St Mary’s on the Scilly Isles that summer.  Without really thinking about the type of plane required for short hops,  I booked a Dublin – Bristol – St Mary’s ticket.  Embarking at Dublin airport, it was like deja vu all over again – it was the same type of plane as the one from the epic Italian trip.

But this time, it was a beautiful day. We flew along the UK coast – flying low enough for the pilot to point out landmarks, and show us the wreck of the Torrey Canyon.  This wasn’t so bad.

But then, at Bristol I was confronted with a 1980’s version of the airbus you see in the picture above. It didn’t look half so shiny and new.  We had to load our own bags into the boot (I wouldn’t have dignified that little space with the title of hold).  There was nothing between the pilot and the passengers.  There was about as much space inside as a Volkswagen mini-bus.  For safety reasons, no hot drinks allowed. Cold drinks in covered cups with straws were available. I very nearly turned back, but the prospect of standing up the very hot male friend persuaded me to take that one small step to climb on board. (It was really only one small step….)

In flight, when the plane banked, it banked – I distinctly remember turning my head to look out the window on my left and getting a direct view of the sea beside (not below, beside …eeek)  me, and when I turned my head to the right, I could see the sky (beside me)  through the window on the other side.

There are a number of videos on You Tube which demonstrate the short landing and take-off strips on St Mary’s – one runway is half-gravel, half-grass with a hump in the middle, the other just goes right over the edge of a cliff.  Our pilot had to land, leapfrog and then take an extreme sharp right along the edge of that cliff before finally coming to a halt.

But something strange had happened during that horizontal moment – I began to enjoy the ride.  Now I like flying.  If only I could do something about those damn airports.

Video:  Isle of Scilly Landing and Take-Off 
Picture from: Isles of Scilly Travel

LIOL#1 = Flying – Like It Or Loathe It Roundup