It's bad enough that John writes for some square bullshit newspaper, but he's also investing in nutmeg now. The guy has completely lost it! 'Are you sure, Mikey?' Well, check this, Voice: The nutmeg tree is any of several species of trees in genus Myristica. The most important commercial species is Myristica fragrans, an evergreen tree indigenous to the Banda Islands in the Moluccas (or Spice Islands) of Indonesia. The nutmeg tree is important for two spices derived from the fruit: nutmeg and mace. Nutmeg is the seed of the tree, roughly egg-shaped and about 20 to 30 mm (0.8 to 1.2 in) long and 15 to 18 mm (0.6 to 0.7 in) wide, and weighing between 5 and 10 g (0.2 and 0.4 oz) dried, while mace is the dried "lacy" reddish covering or aril of the seed. The first harvest of nutmeg trees takes place 7–9 years after planting, and the trees reach full production after 20 years. Nutmeg is usually used in powdered form. This is the only tropical fruit that is the source of two different spices. Several other commercial products are also produced from the trees, including essential oils, extracted oleoresins, and nutmeg butter. MORE. / 'Christ! It sounds serious, man.' Serious as a heart attack, Voice. What is John thinking of?!
Well, let's forget about this weirdo. You never know what characters like John are going to do next. 'You can't blame him, boss. It's the company he keeps.' Maybe. / Listen, John, sort yourself out, mate, yeah? It isn't the nutmeg so much ...
I'm getting into bananas in a big way. Not investing in them, eating them. I've read they might make my hand better. It's yet another setback I don't need, man. Maybe I should buy a keyboard anyway. I've seen a nice Yamaha one.
I haven't played the piano for over twenty years, but it's easier than the guitar, I think. Certainly less strain on your fingers.
Simon Cowell reckons Mack the Knife is the greatest song ever written. I've been listening to Bobby Darin's classic version of it quite a bit lately. / Look for it on YouTube, reader, if you're interested. I can't do everything for you.
It’s cool that Bertolt Brecht wrote the lyrics. / So, you can mix high culture with popular culture ...
Well, let's forget about this weirdo. You never know what characters like John are going to do next. 'You can't blame him, boss. It's the company he keeps.' Maybe. / Listen, John, sort yourself out, mate, yeah? It isn't the nutmeg so much ...
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I'm getting into bananas in a big way. Not investing in them, eating them. I've read they might make my hand better. It's yet another setback I don't need, man. Maybe I should buy a keyboard anyway. I've seen a nice Yamaha one.
I haven't played the piano for over twenty years, but it's easier than the guitar, I think. Certainly less strain on your fingers.
Simon Cowell reckons Mack the Knife is the greatest song ever written. I've been listening to Bobby Darin's classic version of it quite a bit lately. / Look for it on YouTube, reader, if you're interested. I can't do everything for you.
It’s cool that Bertolt Brecht wrote the lyrics. / So, you can mix high culture with popular culture ...
