Would you believe it, this is actually my 50th post! Yes, 50th!! For some reason, I feel that this is some sort of milestone and that I should post about something special. So I thought I’d introduce you to my amazing oven gloves, the inspiration behind my blog name: Sharky Oven Gloves. (Yes, I’m writing about my oven gloves, and no, despite the past few weeks of intense dissertating, I haven’t completely lost the plot, I promise!)
I’m sure I’ve previously mentioned my love of sharks, but in case you’re not up to speed on it, basically, I’m fascinated by them. Ultimately, I’d like to go into academia and study sharks. My friends have realised that anything shark-themed makes me totally happy, which makes buying presents for me fairly straightforward (aside from the minor detail of actually finding shark-themed gifts). About three years ago, my flatmate gave me a shark-shaped oven glove for my birthday – a truly amazing present!
Through a series of totally unexpected circumstances, Kat ended up living with me last summer (2010) and Craig, who was also in St Andrews over the summer, spent quite a lot time with us. Our summer involved baking a lot, eating a lot and drinking
a lot totally responsibly. Craig and I introduced Kat to the old James Bond films (we worked our way through the entire set). We also discovered that a shark-shaped oven glove has a lot of potential for hilarious photos.
By the time we watched The Man with the Golden Gun, shark oven glove photos were a fairly permanent feature of our evenings (not as sad as it sounds…), and we’d decided that we wanted to name the oven glove something Bond-related. Christopher Lee plays Scaramanga (the “bad guy” with the golden gun), and he’s just a fantastic actor and we also happen to be Lord of the Rings fans, so we decided to name the oven glove Toothamanga, or Toothy for short.
I don’t know how familiar you are with the James Bond films, but they contain a lot of dreadful innuendo, which is, of course, incredibly hilarious (did I mention that we’re all really mature, ahem). We paired a few of the photos up with various Bond quotes (hover over the photo for the quote), and just in case you weren’t sure about our (im)maturity level, here is one of my favourites:
In case you think your eyes might be deceiving you, yes, there is an actual street in St Andrews called Butts Wynd.
Here’s another, rather more mature photo-quote pairing:
Kat and Craig took Toothy on a proper tour of St Andrews one day, made him a facebook profile and put all the photos up whilst I was in the lab – I didn’t know about it until I got a friendship request from my own oven glove. It must have taken me about 10 minutes to stop laughing (thank goodness my professor wasn’t in the lab at the time). Here are some of my favourites (it was difficult to choose!):
Now, it’s all very well having a shark-shaped oven glove, but sometimes you need two oven gloves. Most times, actually. Since we spent a lot of time baking, I complained about this a lot over the summer. So Kat, being the amazing friend that she is, gave me a second shark-shaped oven glove for my birthday (it’s in September, so at the end of the summer). We named it Toothy-Two, or Twothy (see what we did there?) Being working oven gloves, they have of course accumulated various stains, and that’s how we tell them apart (though Twothy also seems to be made of slightly thinner material – possibly on account of the recession?). So there you have it – the rather long-winded story behind Sharky Oven Gloves!
Here’s a final selection of photos, all golf-related – after all, I hear that St Andrews is famous for it…!
Hmmmm… Perhaps I have lost the plot!