Jennifr

Post Number One.

Hello.

Liam kindly offered to host me on his server. So I decided to set up yet-another-blog in order to develop my “skills” (such as trying to remember how to install bloody javascript plugins) and provide myself with a clean space to work out things, specifically related to my degree and research interests.

Although, another one of my other guilty pleasures is twee, melodramatic local news journalism. So I reckon I might have to bounce between pretending I know something about something and writing about my incredibly full and interesting life (*cough*) in Leicester, where I spend nearly 12 hours a day behind my laptop and enjoy the 500 yard bubble I have created between the halls of residence (carpark flat), my university building and morrisons. - hell, it’s my blog…

So, yesterday, me and Stuart went for a meal in our local Wetherspoons - which is situated in the Market area of Leicester. We were going to have the 2 meals for 6.99 deal. I was going to have five bean chilli and he was going to have the fish and chips. That was our original plan.

We noticed it was “GRILL TUESDAY”. We decided to splash out a bit and choose to have a nice rump steak, chips, peas, large flat mushroom and grilled tomato for 5.49. What a steal.

I don’t normally eat that much red meat because I fear cooking it myself - as well as being expensive at the same time. I like a steak sometimes. When I do eat a steak, I like my steak rare.

When my steak arrived it was looking alright I suppose. Wetherspoons was dark and full of strange people, so I guess I was quite relived that it was dark. I liked my chips as they were covered in steak juice. I didn’t like my mushroom and the tomato was not very good. The steak was tough and ridgid and a bit like chewing a dirty dishtowel.

I didn’t eat much of it. Which is a shame because my mum made me a good rare steak the night before I left for Leicester. This experience had temporarily tainted my view of red meat, and indeed the whole wetherspoons brand.

I came home straight away and began doing some research of my own. Within the online vault of my favourite tabloid paper -The Daily Mail - I discovered some harsh facts.

It was not a steak I was chewing on - but a ZEBU!

F&*ks a ZEBU, you may ask…

Wan o’ these bad boys. 67 percent Zebu my steak was. Gads. I don’t think I like the taste of Zebus. I think I will not eat one again. Now I feel really sad now because I’m meant to be going on holiday to somewhere like Swindon to take advantage of this deal in a similar Wetherspoons.
I don’t know if I can.
Bloody Zebus.

- Jay Jay