#mangetout

[underachievers-please-try-harder]

Track of the day // Wet Leg - Mangetout

[vegan-nom-noms]

TERIYAKI VEGETABLE STIR-FRY

[c-kiddo]

havent listened to the whole album properly yet but if theres a song that tops this one ill just explode i think

also . the last verse vocals in the npr live set . oh my god u have got to be joking me . transplant them onto the album version for best song on earth

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Thursday 15 August 2024

The flowers and pods of Pisum sativum 'Shiraz' (pea, mangetout) both provide an attractive addition to the productive garden. This annual climber has crunchy young pods and the variety has a good resistance to powdery and downy mildews.

Jill Raggett

[godsavetheanimalz]

obsessed with the new album!!!!

[adogcalledbooster]

top 5 records of the year so far, according to Booster (me)

Forever Is A Feeling by Lucy ”Big Time Romantic” Dacus

2. Send A Prayer My Way by Julien ”cutie patootie tiny butch baby” Baker & TORRES

3. Hornet Disaster by Weatherday

4. Moisturizer by Wet ”Let Weg” Leg

5. Tunnel Vision by Beach ”Honestly this might not be right on this list, I just could not come up with another fifth place and YES I still listen to them” Bunny

This is just my humble opinion, so obviously it is correct. I am joking!

anyhoo, yeah… Rawr XD

[honeyhouses]

StirFry, Jasmine Rice, MangeTout

[fasterthantheelevator]

It's always when I think I'm over all of my culture shock that something like this shows up.

What do you mean your snow peas are pokemon

[snitling]

Ohh you lads have been misleading me about Julian's parents! Richard Bashir is just an honest to God Del-Boy-yuppie style social climber! That makes it so much worse!! But he lacks Del's conscience and warmth! He has a chip on his shoulder the size of Peckham!! This guy is a wheeler dealer with who says "mangetout" as an expression of surprise, but instead of boasting about Rodney's GCEs, he had someone perform brutal surgeries on his child! Oh noooooo lads this is so much worse!!!!

[soundslivemagazine]

Wet Leg Make Tiny Desk Debut Ahead of ‘Moisturizer’

Isle of Wight indie rock five piece Wet Leg made their debut on NPR’s iconic live music programme Tiny Desk in a session posted today, where the band performed four new songs from their imminent second album Moisturizer, which comes out this Friday, 11 July on Domino Recordings.

The NPR team noted that they had been trying to schedule Wet Leg in for a session since 2021, when their debut single, the inimitable, catchy, tongue-in-cheek slacker-rock anthem ‘Chaise Longue’ brought the singer-guitarist duo of childhood friends to the world’s attention. Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers have since completed their lineup with guitarist Joshua Mobaraki, bassist Ellis Durand and Henry Holmes on the drums.

What followed was a whirlwind few years of touring, more anthemic indie rock singles, some of the biggest backstage parties the world of music has to offer, a handful of BRIT and Grammy awards for their breakthrough self-titled 2022 debut album, stadium tours with Harry Styles, more success than most of their indie rock contemporaries could dream of and having their lyrics regularly screamed back by 30-50,000 people.

Somehow in all of this, the band managed to find a moment to get away to a quiet AirBnB and write their second album, this time a full-band writing effort.

Wet Leg’s Tiny Desk set was stripped back and quite raw, and let the songs from the new album shine in their simplicity. No songs from the first album were performed, the band played new singles ‘CPR’ and the sugary ‘davina mccall’, and unveiled two unreleased cuts from Moisturizer, ‘mangetout’ and ‘11:21’.

Wet Leg proved they are equally good in a festival setting as well as when you strip the songs down to five musicians in a room with minimal production. This preview also carries a lot of promise for the new album: it brings some of the sardonic bite and humour of the Wet Leg album, couples it with honest reflections and at times sweet, earnest, intimate moments like the lovestruck ‘davina mccall’. ‘11:21’ stands out with its barefaced sincerity and Teasdale’s soaring falsetto vocals cooing, ‘It’s not like the moon forgets to shine when I’m not with you, but it feels like it just might if I just hang around to promise me you will return’.

Watch the full performance below, and find Moisturizer this Friday on Wet Leg’s Bandcamp here.

[yugimoto]

I don’t get it when people poke fun of my gardening posts…you’ve been poisoned by irony and now you can’t even enjoy the simple pleasure of growing and eating your own food! come to my place let’s eat mangetout fresh from the plant and you’ll understand okay!

[maracujatangerine]

The Gift Exchange

CW: institutionalised slavery, pet whump, dehumanisation

“Miss Lydia, Miss Lydia, what do you think about this?.”

Coriander jogged into the kitchen, brandishing a roll of wrapping paper patterned with abstract swirls in silver and dark green. The silver accents glittered in the pale winter morning sunlight falling in through the windows.

“It is really pretty!” Miss Lydia smiled, brown eyes warm. “Good choice, Cory!”

The blonde pet ducked his head, but smiled back from underneath his bangs. He wore a soft, green sweater with leather patches on the elbows that matched his chestnut trousers.

Lydia was dressed in a dark grey, knitted dress with red leggings. She leaned over the table to move the pot with the red and white amaryllis out of the way.

“Should we wrap everything into one present, or should we wrap each gift separately, do you think?”

“T-this pet thinks we should w-wrap one gift for Colton and one for Linden, b-but that all their gifts can be wrapped together.”

“That’s a good idea, let’s do that.”

Coriander spread out several seed packages on the table and studied them thoughtfully. Closest to Lydia was a packet with a picture of lush, green sugar snap peas labelled: ‘Mangetout, pea seeds 'Norli' ORGANIC’. Then, there were two packets both marked ‘Thunbergia alata, Black-eyed Susan’, the first one called ‘African Sunset’ in shades of red and apricot, the second one ‘Alba Oculata’ in brilliant white. The final was a handwritten envelope simply marked in Cory’s neat handwriting: ‘Chili, mix’.

“Are you happy with those seeds?”

“Y-yes, Miss Lydia. C-Colton will be able to grow them on the balcony, and i-it will be fun that we both can try to grow the same seeds. P-perhaps we can compare notes.”

Cory gathered the seed packets and tied them together with a neat red bow. Meanwhile, Lydia grabbed a hardback book. The blue dust jacket had brightly coloured leaves scattered all over the cover. The title stood out in bright white: When we were birds, by Ayanna Lloyd Banwo.

Opening the book, she wrote on the inside of the cover. ‘To Linden. Merry Christmas and best wishes for the new year.’ Signing it, she handed it over to Coriander to add his name too.

“‘It is a bit of a risky gift,” she admitted to Cory, “since I haven’t read the book yet, but it seems so good. I got a copy for myself too, and I hope I will get the chance to read it over the holidays.”

They added two bags of homemade butterscotch candy in green paper cups, and two reused milk cartoons filled with gingerbread cookies, the result of last night’s baking spree.

Lydia and Cory put their joint efforts into wrapping the gifts into two neat packages. The dark, red ribbon a nice contrast to the green and silver wrapping paper.

“Let’s go for a walk and send it off this afternoon.” Coriander nodded.

“Y-yes, Miss Lydia.”

*

Linden wiggled the pen between his thumb and index finger, deep in thought. Leaning back in his kitchen chair, he looked over at Colton, who was working diligently at the end of the table. With wholly unbroken concentration, he was pulling strips of sellotape from the dispenser and sticking them in a neat row along the table’s wooden edge. When Linden had done the altogether far more fiddly task of wrapping a gift up, Col could pluck a pre-cut piece of tape and stick it in place. It was, as Linden had said about fifty times, excellent teamwork.

“Hey, Col, have you ever seen this before?” Linden asked, lifting his hand for Col to see. With the pen held right in its middle, Linden wiggled it gently, until it looked as if the pen was bending at the edges.

Col’s eyebrows twitched, and for a beautiful second Linden thought he was going to burst out laughing. Instead, his mouth curved upwards into a tiny smile. “Yes, Sir. I have.”

“Ah, not too impressive then. Haha, no matter.”

“Do you need any tape for the envelope, Sir?” Col asked, eyeing the Christmas card laid out in front of Linden.

“In a second… I’m just trying to figure something out.”

“Ah, okay, Sir.”

Col took another breath, as if to speak, then stopped himself. Linden prided himself on reading Col well enough by now to know that it was because he wanted to ask a question. Probably what are you trying to figure out?

“I’ve written my part of Lydia and Cory’s card, but I’m not sure how to do yours. I’m not going to make you try and hold a pen. I was thinking - do you want to just dictate it? It doesn’t have to be much, just a little festive greeting sort of thing. I can be your text-to-speech robot.”

Linden was always cheery around Christmas time. Something about winter setting in, dark and long and rainy, and then being cut through by glittering lights, gifts and music. Today, he felt like he was on a veritable warpath to make Col smile.

“That sounds good, Sir… I can do that.”

“Great!” Linden said, overjoyed that Colton hadn’t taken issue with the idea of ‘dictating’ something to his owner, hadn’t overthought any possible rule-breaking that could come with speaking and forcing his Master to write it all down. “And instead of you signing the card the normal way, I thought you could do a fingerprint?”

“That’s a good idea, Sir, thank you for c-”

“Wait, no!” Linden said, making Col flinch. “Sorry, I’m sorry love. I just realised. We’ll both do our fingerprints. That’ll be nice. Then we’re the same.”

There it was again, the coveted half-smile. Col’s cheeks glowed. “Thank you, Sir, that’s really kind. I think- I, uh…”

“Go on,” Linden said warmly. “I want to hear what you think.”

“I think Lydia and Cory will like that, Sir.”

“I agree. Now, here’s what I’ve written.”

Linden pushed the card over. He’d written a short message making light of the strange way they first crossed paths, saying how glad he now was to know the both of them, wishing them a peaceful and happy holiday. He waited patiently as Colton gave his message some thought, then wrote it down exactly as dictated on the left hand side of the card.

Linden found some stamp ink in the back of a drawer, and the two of them rolled their index fingers in it until they could leave two bold prints, one below each message.

Once the card was sealed, it was time for the gifts. Lydia’s gift was a specially-made book embosser, which had EX LIBRIS - LYDIA WINTERTHORPE printed onto it. The embosser itself was a satisfying, weighty thing, and Linden hoped she’d get great pleasure out of stamping all of her most beloved books.

Cory’s gift was also a bespoke item: a brass door sign with his name, Coriander, printed on it. It had ornate rounded corners which gave the thing a rustic, rather stately look, and although Linden had never seen Lydia’s house he guessed it would fit right in. He had run the gift idea past Col first - would a pet such as Cory be okay with claiming the bedroom as his in this way? Col had given it a fair share of thought, ultimately telling Linden, in a way that sounded more like a sinful confession, that Cory would like it very much.

The two men performed their well-honed wrapping ritual, with Col sticking down the final piece of tape with a flourish.

*

This is a collaboration between @whumpzone and @maracujatangerine.

We would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas!

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[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Friday 18 August 2023

In this lovely productive garden by the sea the annual Pisum sativum (garden pea) are producing a good crop. Peas are such a tolerant crop there are several types with those for shelling, as well as mangetout and sugarsnap. The plants come in various sizes with tall varieties that reach 1.8m to dwarf varieties of just 45cm.

Jill Raggett

[texas-bbq-pringles]

things i've called my bunnies that are not in fact their names

wigglebums

the wiggles

little babies

borb (bunny orb)

lazy bums

poopy pants

emanuel

manchengo

manfred

manipulative (lovingly)

mango trout (forgot what mangetout was called)

mr ears

the babiest baby to ever baby

the sillies

poop gang

twitchy bums

sweet girl

sweet baby

EARS

oooh so you airplane

[titancores]

Silly idea

If hardwares go through a 'child' stage, their parents/guardians threaten misbehaving ones by saying 'Michel Lotito will eat you if you don't behave'.

Michel Lotito, aka Monsieur Mangetout, famously had a freaky strong digestive system, which he used to eat metal objects, including (eventually) a whole Cessna aircraft.

Guinness World Records gave him a plaque for his record of 'most unusual diet'. He ate it.

[baynton]

just had a really convoluted and bizarre dream in which:

1) i am david tennant's child

2) we live next door to alex horne and rosie ramsay (who apparently are married???)

3) i watch taskmaster for mat and then binge watch the rest just like in reality so in this universe i am still totally me except we've been neighbours before, i've also never really interacted with them, and david is my dad?

4) i go to an airport which is right next to a massive field where they do sporting events and some weird tyre swing task alex is filming

5) i miss my plane because i fly (i can also fly in this universe - makes me wonder why i needed a plane now) off to see if i can spot alex filming (he is)

6) i am waiting for the next plane when rosie ramsay walks past - because apparently this is a taskmaster filming location and the airport bit is like the outlier the rest is taskmaster

7) because in this universe rosie ramsay and alex horne live next door to me and also i guess because i'm david tennant's son i just assume i am allowed in, i sort of follow rosie down this hallway to the vip/famous person area

8) rosie and i get chatting and it turns out mat is on set to film with alex

9) i end up confessing to rosie that i'm very into mat. she thinks it's sweet and has me throw these massive fish fingers that were meant for a task at the spot where mat is gonna be getting off the plane because he'll think it's funny to get off the plane and be greeted by huge fish fingers in this way. she tells me the funnier i am the better, because mat LOVES funny people and that'll be my best shot

10) she then proceeds to ask me about how my father david tennant proposed to my mother (presumably georgia tennant? whoever my mother is doesn't feature in this) because at the time david is doing this long reveal bit by bit of some absolute batshit insane proposal to her on social media and rosie wants in the know. it's one of those things that EVERYONE is talking about and speculating about how it will actually go down. fair play to rosie, tit for tat. unfortunately i do not know this information. for a moment i am not actually david tennant's child but an imposter in my own dream life

11) she also tells me to put a huge fish finger in mat's dressing room because he'll find that even more hilarious but i tell her i'd rather she do that for me as i don't want to invade his privacy by going in but because they're friends he won't find it weird

12) instead she leaves a very short and bizarre love letter to him on my behalf, including the phrase "mangetout, man get out, mangetout"

13) then she drives me home and we're chatting with my father david tennant for a bit

14) he doesn't find this letter so the taskmaster team send it to him in the post and he sends a photo of it to rosie like what the fuck is this it's so fucking funny

15) so rosie comes over to show me this message and says she thinks i have a chance with him now

16) and then i woke up

if anyone has actually read all of this please tell me what this says about my psyche