DIY Electrolyte drink recipe

Hot weather, ever more frequently. You need one of those drinks with electrolytes in, but they cost a lot. Don’t worry, you can make your own! This recipe is cheap, easy, and likely to be fatal…

Obviously, the main ingredient you need to find will be some electrolytes. You can get them from electrolytic capacitors. Old ones that have blown will be most suitable for this recipe. They have the best flavour. Or you can buy cheap batches of them on online market places, who would rather I didn’t mention them.

Ingredients

A pound of electrolytic capacitors

A quart of battery acid

Juice of a lime

Fresh water from a stream

Method

Blend the capacitors in a blender, until they are totally blended. You will need to do this for a couple of hours at least, to get the best texture.

Boil up the electrolytics in the battery acid, until just before the bottom of the pan dissolves away. A breathing aparatus set is recommended while you do this.

Dilute the resulting dangerous poison with stream water until it is safe. A few million gallons should suffice.

Drink the lime juice.

Throw the rest away, and never, ever rely on recipes scraped from the internet.

Am I dead?

No, I think not.

But I’m in the process of moving to self hosting, and when I do, the domain name doctor-dark.co.uk should continue to work. Of course, a Raspberry Pi 5 will be slower then the dedicated hosting I am paying for. But much cheaper…

This never used to happen…

A Carex hand soap dispenser, unexpectedly dripping.

Climate change benefits – number 94.

Nowadays, storms are worse than they used to be. Fact.

As a result, they have lower barometric pressure at their centres. When the storm gets close to you, the pressure drops, and the air in the hand-soap bottle pushes the soap up and out of the pump nozzle.

Climate change deniers will, of course, say something stupid now…

Time to reflect, before we carry on.

My Mum and Dad liked children. At least, I suppose they did, because they had five of us. They did a good job of teaching us many important things, including compassion, thinking carefully about things, and cookery. Once, when I expressed pleasure that some unusually revolting public figure had died, Mum told me off. “He was some woman’s son”, she said.

The building site next door has been quiet today. They have been given the day off, because today is the fiftieth anniversary of the Aberfan Disaster. I was 17 when it happened, and I wept for hours. Thinking about it today, it is still hard to hold back the tears.


The slip of waste coal killed 144 people, including 116 children, who were in the school next to the tip. A hundred and sixteen children. A fund was set up to help, not that there is any way money can compensate for the loss of even a single child, let alone a hundred and sixteen.

Today, fifty years on, as people here quietly remember this disaster, we have millionaires who own tabloid newspapers, and pay truly horrible journalists to write pieces in which they mock the drowning of children fleeing from wars, and claim they were “staged”. When we help refugees, they write demanding the children be X-rayed to prove they are children.

It is not easy to cope with the vicious, right-wing, unpleasantness that is now so common in the UK. It is very depressing to see what so many of us have descended to, after being the heroic nation that helped to save Europe from fascism. But I shall not give up. I shall continue to urge politicians, above all, but everyone else as well, to be decent. 

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