It’s September 12, 2016, and National Chocolate Milkshake Day. Do they have real milkshakes (with ice cream) in the UK—except at American nostalgia joints? And while I’m on the subject, I always thought that someone could make a pile of money in Great Britain if they opened a shop selling real hoagie sandwiches (not the Subway brand) instead of what passes for a sandwich (a “butty”) in Old Blighty: 1 mm of meat and cheese, barely discernible to the taste, on two pieces of dry bread, often dressed with some enigmatic substance called “sweetcorn.” Here’s what I mean by a sandwich:
To be fair, I’ll list the foods I miss in the UK: real ale at proper temperature (like a well-kept pint of Landlord), aged farmhouse cheddar cheese, Melton Mowbray pork pies, real fish and chips with mushy peas, trifles, and all kinds of biscuits (esp. cow biscuits, Boasters, squashed fly biscuits, and McVitie’s dark chocolate digestives).
On this day in 1846, Elizabeth Barrett eloped with Robert Browning. Wikipedia says this about an event on September 12, 1933: “Leó Szilárd, waiting for a red light on Southampton Row in Bloomsbury, conceives the idea of the nuclear chain reaction.” In 1940, the Lascaux cave paintings were discovered on this day, and, in 1953, John F. Kennedy married Jacqueline Lee Bouvier (♥) in Rhode Island.
Notables born on this day include Jesse Owens (1913), Barry White (1944; who likes his music?), and Nan Goldin (1953, subject of a recent and fascinating New Yorker article). Those who died on this day include Steve Biko (1977, succumbed while in custody of the South African police after torture and beatings; the perpetrators were never tried) and Johnny Cash. Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is petulant and had an urge to bat a rock:
Hili: Homeopaths say that water remembers. Do stones remember as well?A: Why are you asking?Hili: I would like to whack it.
Hili: Homeopaci mówią, że woda pamięta. Czy kamienie też pamiętają?
Ja: Dlaczego pytasz?
Hili: Bo mam mu ochotę przyłożyć.