Showing posts with label peanuts banned on planes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peanuts banned on planes. Show all posts

Friday, December 07, 2007

Ask Militant Ginger

After the success of the last one, it's time for another session of Ask Militant Ginger.

These are genuine questions entered into search engines that have driven people to my blog:

How do you plot out a mystery novel?

An intriguing question! As you know, I'm an obsessive fan of 'plot plans' and planning out stories and novels chapter by chapter before beginning to write them. It's the only way to prevent 'writing yourself into a corner,' which is the Number 1 reason for writer's block.

A mystery novel is one of the harder types of story to write - it has to keep the reader guessing throughout and the payoff at the end has to be both unexpected, but entirely logical.

Acclaimed mystery novelist Ron Lovell has written extensively on this subject and you can find his musings here. The best bit of advice he gives is this: "Be fair with readers—lead them to the solution of the crime methodically, planting clues, and don’t bring someone out of nowhere that the reader does not know or care about."

After all, a mystery novel is just a wordier form of Sudoku. Half of the fun is trying to guess the ending.

In regards to that, therefore, it's important to not just have a crime and a criminal - the author has to create many and varied clues, red herrings, motives and suspects to keep the reader on a merry-go-round right until the final page.

The mystery novel is one of the most challenging and rewarding writing experiences to embark upon. Good luck!

Why can't we get peanuts on the plane?

By far and away, my most-read posting was "Why People with Peanut Allergies Annoy Me,' which was a tongue-in-cheek article about how frustrating it was that the dramatic increase in peanut allergies has caused some airlines to dump the traditional 'in-flight' peanuts and replace them with dreary pretzels.

The reason for this unfortunate move is that even the slightest residue of peanut dust or oil can trigger a possibly fatal reaction in some people. In the enclosed space of an airplane, with constantly recycled air and the lengthy amount of time between stops, a simple bag of peanuts might be a death sentence to some passengers.

Whether that's Darwinism at work or not is subject matter for another post.

Oi! Shut up, Ginger!

I'm not quite sure why that chain of words pointed towards this blog (hopefully it wasn't a suggestion.) However, this common cry in England is something that I've blogged about many times. Try this post if you're curious.

British people hate gingers, for some absurd reason. Add to that an institutionalised complicity in abuse levelled at redhead people and you've got a country that's miserable to grow up ginger in. I've thought about this subject a lot (I was even interviewed on a BBC documentary about it.)

But without my anger at the way I was sometimes treated in the UK, I'd never have got worked up enough to appear on television or even start the Militant Ginger blog. So Nietzsche was right all along!

Is Lily Allen a Mockney?

I love British songbird Lily Allen. Her perky, funny, cynical music is a real breath of fresh air in an increasingly processed and bland industry.

She's a mouthy little bint, though. Failing to mince words, she's attacked Bob Geldof, calling him a sanctimonious prat - and suggested that everybody who bought debutante/amateur porn star Paris Hilton's first album should be rounded up and 'killed off.'

And she's said it all in the most curious 'Lahhhnnndan' (i.e. London) accent.

Is she a fraud?

Well, the answer is YES. Talented she may be, but the working class pretensions are entirely fake. Raised from a showbiz family (she's the daughter of Keith Allen) she was a student at Bedales (where my brother and I went) which is about as far removed from a rough upbringing on London's dirty streets as it's possible to get.

What is Thoughtcat?

That's an excellent question!

Thoughtcat's creator, Richard Cooper, describes it as "a bit more than a blog, yet not quite a magazine."

What that translates to is an arty little corner of the web dedicated to some true literary gems. Top of this list is the work of notorious writer Stephen Miles, whose adventures in competitive writing - recounted in 'All my Own Work' - make for thrilling reading.

Thoughtcat 'published' Mile's hilarious and poignant book through Lulu - so while Richard Cooper might not know quite how to categorise the company, I'd pin it as a daring and innovative publisher on the forefront of the Print on Demand revolution.

Check out their site - and Stephen Mile's book, here.

Do ginger people smell?

What an offensive question!

If anything, I smell slightly of Hugo Boss cologne and Lynx deodorant. But in general, I don't think I smell any different to anybody else!

However, there are claims that 'ginger' people (as in redheads) have a slightly different 'body odor' smell to them than other people. Slightly more 'metallic' is one way it's been described.

Whether there's any truth to that, I couldn't like to speculate.

It's worth pointing out that Japanese people claim westerners smell like 'sour milk' because of our high dairy diets. If there is any difference in 'smell,' it's almost certainly for a dietary reason than any kind of genetics.

Do pretzels contain nuts?

Considering most airlines have replaced peanuts with pretzels, we can only hope they don't - otherwise the problem they're trying to solve (peanut allergies) will still plague them.

According to my sources, the delicious salty pretzel, a southern German treat dating back to the twelfth century, is actually made from nothing more potent than wheat flour and yeast. The dough is twisted into the distinctive 'pretzel' shape and then dipped in sodium hydroxide or sodium carbonate (plus a sprinkling of course ground salt) prior to baking.

A very low fat, low calorie snack, pretzels can either be cooked as fluffy, doughy 'bread' (which is often eaten with spicy German mustard) or as tiny, hard snacks about the same size as crisps or potato chips.

While the factories in which they're made might also produce peanut snacks (cross contamination is always a risk) it is generally safe to assume that pretzels contain no traces of nuts whatsoever and are perfectly safe to eat.

What are the Torchwood Headsets? What is Captain Jack's Bluetooth?

In brimming-with-potential-but-in-actuality-dire Doctor Who spinoff Torchwood, the dashing Captain Jack Harkness is famous for his billowing 1940's RAF greatcoat (as my brother described it - just a 'great coat') and his bluetooth headset, which is permanently attached to his right lughole.

According to my extensive research, the headset Captain Jack uses is actually hand built by the BBC prop department for the show. Other character, such as the deary Ianto, use a Jabra BT250v or similar brand.

What are the New Jersey Department of Motor Vehicle rules on traffic circles?

Despite the fact that they're gaily building more and more of them across the great state of New Jersey, when it comes to the rules regarding traffic circles (what we Brits call roundabouts) they're wonderfully vague.

I quote:

New Jersey Motor Vehicle Commission, Driver Manual, Chapter 4, Page 38: There are not [sic] set rules for driving into, around and out of a traffic circle in New Jersey.

So there you have it. Enter at your own peril.

Fin

And finally, because while we all hate Torchwood, we LOVE Captain Jack, here is a gratuitous photograph of John Barrowman as 'Cap'n Jack' at the Plass Roald Dahl in Cardiff.

For the record - so I don't need to mention it in the next edition of Ask Militant Ginger - the car in the background is a modified Range Rover (not a Land Rover or Freelander as many people have suggested) and the revolver Jack's holding is a World War 2 era Webley.

See you next time!

Friday, September 14, 2007

I'm too Sexy for this plane...

Given the terrifying world we live in, you'd image there are many sensible reasons to be kicked off a flight. Take Dr. Ahmed Farooq, for example, who decided to loudly and obnoxiously start his Islamic evening prayers on a busy airplane full of nervous passengers.

But getting refused permission to fly because your skirt's too short? That's absurd.

Yet it's what happened to 23 year old Kyla Ebbert, who was nearly refused permission to fly on an Southwest Airlines flight because she was 'dressed too provocatively.'

Southwest spokesman Chris Mainz says that airlines reserve the right to refuse service if customers wear clothing that might cause discomfort or offense to other passengers. But a short skirt? Ebbert's clothing was far less offensive than her bright orange fake-bake tan.

Would passengers be offended by Kyla's outfit? Only puriant evangelicals and fundementalist muslims as far as I can tell - and who'd want to be stuck next to either of them for a long-haul flight?

Besides, what with banning peanuts on board - just in case somebody, somewhere has a peanut allergy - it seems all this time spent worrying about other imaginary people and their hypotethetical problems has ended up giving the actual paying customer a pretty shoddy deal.

Who knows what was going through Southwest Airline's mind when they made the poorly-considered decision to accost Kyla Ebbert?

Personally, I'd prefer they spend less time worrying about the length of pretty girl's skirts and more time preventing crashes, hijackings and snakes on the plane.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Holy Freakin' Nuts! Why people with a Peanut Allergy annoy me.

This is going to be a slightly controversial post, because it focuses on a very real medical condition and how much it annoys me.

Peanut Allergy.

I used to be sympathetic to people with a peanut allergy. After all, it's a horrific condition. All it takes is a few molecules of peanut to set it off and an allergic reaction can cause rashes, difficulty breathing and, in some cases, death.

It's a dangerous allergy and it's increasing. That's why you'll find just about all pre-packaged products with labels reading: "Free from Nuts" or "Made in same Factory as Nut Products." This allows people with the allergy to swiftly identify what they can and can't eat.

First thing that really annoys me about people with a Peanut Allergy: Why the hell do they have warnings like "May Contain Nuts" on packets of bloody peanuts? It's just stupid! If somebody with a peanut allergy picks up a packet of dry roasted and scoffs them down, perhaps it's just Darwinism at work!

Anyway. I fortunately don't have a peanut allergy. In fact, I think I have the opposite. I love peanuts. I could eat them all day long. In fact, one of the experiences I enjoy most is sitting on a plane with an enormous gin and tonic and a bag of salted peanuts.

But I heard a horrific rumour the other day that this simple pleasure would soon be denied to me. In fact, visiting Plane Insanity (an interesting blog about an air steward) I had my fears confirmed. Apparently, if there is a passenger with severe peanut allergy on your red-eye to London, they won't be breaking out the peanuts.

Let me just state that clearly. You cannot have any peanuts on your flight. Because of the one person sitting three rows down who's allergic to them.

Bloody hell! I think this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I'm literally angry with rage! How can you possibly justify denying a man his nuts?

The fact is, if a passenger with a severe peanut allergy boards a flight, there are negligible, but real risks to his health. Remember, all it takes is a few whiffs of peanut scented air and they're puffing up like an adder. And since all the air on a flight is recycled, the danger is increased.

But while I'm sympathetic to the dangers, I demand my rights. I paid £299 for this round trip to New York off Last Minute and I have no intention of anybody denying me my complementary peanuts. Give them to me now! If the bloke in P57 doesn't like it, I'm more than happy to show him how his parachute works.

That's pretty much the Second Thing That Annoys Me About People With a Peanut Allergy.

But then we get the third reason. The one that really annoys me. The one that makes me go purple around the jowls. People who only THINK they have a peanut allergy.

When I was working in Paris, I dealt with about 300 America students and the precautions we took regarding their health made the NHS look like a village Post Office. We had medical forms signed and notarized and full doctor's health records. I knew half of the kid's prescriptions off the top of my head. I knew which ones were ADD or OCD, even if I didn't quite know what those three letter terms meant.

We took the health of our students incredibly seriously.

And one thing I ran into a lot was parents who told me that their kids had a peanut allergy. So we'd take this seriously, make sure their food in the local restaurants was prepared without nuts and generally do everything within our power to keep them healthy.

And then what happened? I have to take a deep breath before I recount this, because it makes the vein in my forehead pulse.

I'd go up to their room in the Pierre et Vacances and find the little sod scoffing down a bowl of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes!

"Oi!" I would shout, sounding a bit like Michael Caine. "What the bloody hell are you doing? You've got a bloody peanut allergy!"

"Mmmmgh," they'd tell me, their mouth full. "Mgh murumph murumph mmmph."

As much as it would have delighted me to rush them to the SAMU and watch the little sod get an andrenalin shot straight through the breastbone, it actually transpired that they ate a bowl of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes every morning and - in actual fact - the nut allergy their parents warned me about was one of the many fictional medical conditions protective parents invent before packing their kids off to study abroad.

So the Third Reason People With a Peanut Allergy Annoy Me (and this is the controversial one) is that some of them actually don't have an allergy at all.

Mind you, I've known a vegetarian with a wheat allergy who stole one of my hamburgers once, so I guess I shouldn't complain.

There. I've said it. I'm sure I will horrify some readers with this rant, but I had to get it off my chest. And please, please, if you've got a peanut allergy and you're flying to Miami or New York, give me advance warning.