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Thoughts from June 2017

a tale of two Lizos

We talk to loads of people on Twitter. There’s Kyle who seems to really like Grand Theft Auto, there’s Mark who turns into Wayne from Wayne’s World, there’s Heidi who once sent us a load of delicious brownies in a wooden box her boyfriend made, and there’s Not Lizo.

Not Lizo’s twitter account used to be @not_LizoMzimba helping to distinguish them from the ex-host of Newsround, Lizo Mzimba. So, to make sure we didn’t get the two of them confused, we referred to @not_LizoMzimba simply as ‘Not Lizo’. It was a good system. It worked. We didn’t mix them up once.

Not Lizo recently changed their Twitter name to ConfusedSpoons but we carried on calling them Not Lizo, just in case we forgot who they are (and who they aren’t). It’s a good job we did because the other day, when we were talking to Not Lizo, the real Lizo Mzimba somehow came across the conversation.

It’s just like Inception but instead of going into people’s dreams to steal something it’s more like us getting genuinely a bit starstruck by someone a lot of us grew up watching on TV.

Of course, the question now is who’s the real Lizo Mzimba? Is it the one with the verified Twitter account or was it Not Lizo all along? Is this whole conversation an elaborate set-up? If so, for what end? We’re onto you, Lizos. Whatever you’re planning, we’ll stop it.

 

fruit fishing in Costa Rica

A few weeks back, Mario and Easton from our Fruit Team travelled over to sunny Costa Rica in search of the best tasting bananas, oranges and pineapples to crush into our drinks.

 

First stop: bananas. Here they are growing upwards on the trees, casually defying gravity.

 

While a lot of plants are happy to sit about in the soil twiddling their thumbs all year, bananas are actually walking plants. In one banana plant there are three generations; the grandmother, who produces the first bunch of tasty bananas, the mother who gives the next bunch and several sons who grow at the bottom, next to the mother. The farmer will choose the son in the best location and the family will rotate every year. They end up walking about forty centimetres, which isn’t quite a marathon winning pace but is still pretty good for a plant.

Mario and Easton didn’t mess about when it came to their own walking either. One of the farms they visited was the size of 3000 football pitches, and contained 412,000 orange trees (we don’t think they managed to see them all).

And, if you thought that was impressive, another farm they stopped at was growing 46,800,000 pineapples at various stages of maturity. That's a lot of pineapples.

 

If you fancy getting your own pineapple population going, you can plant one in the garden by cutting off the crown, removing some of the lower leaves and popping it in the ground. The only downside is you’ll need warm and sunny conditions (good luck), and patience as they take about twelve months to grow.

So, unless you’ve got a spare pineapple sauna lying about and a bit of time to kill before next summer, it’s probably best to leave the growing to us.