Salty chicken blood

The other day during my weekly grocery shopping I came across *gasp* - Chicken Bovril. I was tempted to buy a small jar but settled for customary beef instead. According to this self-professed chronic underachiever (who single-handedly educated Google on this famous brand addition) it was created as a substitute for the traditional Beef flavour during the Mad Cow disease years here in Britain, for export to the international market. This iafrica writer describes it as "Salty chicken blood". Yummy.

[a few hours later..] Hmm. I've just revisited this post to finish it off (multitasking and all), and I can't remember what I was writing it for in the first place.. Oh yeah. Apparently Chicken Bovril is a good hangover cure (Jewish penicillin-like?), so I might have to get some after all. Pity it wasn't around this morning post-Paddies day celebrations. After a few pints of Guinness down at O'Neils in Putney we moved on to Zulus bar in Fulham, which I'd suprisingly never been to before - having lived half an hour bus ride away for a year! Nice place but I'll have to go there on a weekend night when I believe it packs out in a big way. How classic is that "Hau!" guy on their site!

Spotted on Flickr: smoke in my irish eyes (by seanhfoto), Typography mystery (by lil) and Ivory Coast 55 (by Departure Lounge). Be sure to check out the rest of their photos while you're there.