I know: I disappeared.  I’ve been watching on; but everything I almost wrote got stuck behind all sorts of half written bits and pieces, and real life just got in the way.  However; I’m now here to ask a favour of those of you who might get to read this.  It’s for a little ‘gifting/ art’ project I hope to do at a festival thingy that I’m attending ( Read more... )

Friday night: when London Design week is sponsored by Bombay Sapphire gin, you know you’re heading for hangover land.  Luckily, my head suffers far less than most from such assaults on it; but Oh, my knees.  Designer Babe rounded up a band of us, and we tested out new designs along the length of Brick Lane and its environs.  The evening ended on a ( Read more... )

A meeting in a café: slight trepidation, not for the meeting of a stranger, but for the interpretation of that meeting.  In itself, all is enjoyable; but I feel guilty in that agreeing to the meeting might have inferred I was open to more.  In some respects I can appear very open; but there is a core of me that is very closed: self-protective ( Read more... )

Shopping for shoes: you have to understand that for me this is HELL.  Ever since a young age when I was made to wear Start-rite when the cool kids shopped at such high fashion emporiums purveyors of disposable tat as Dolcis or Saxone.  Hell; even Clarks was cooler.  As an attempt to obtain some kind of control over how I’d be seen by the rest of ( Read more... )

Saturday was the fortieth of an adorable man I once shared a flat with.  It’s interesting to see the shape that people take on with time, and from the cool, spiky peroxide haired, muso-dude with the record collection to die for, he has become a loving father still imbued with his sprightly eyes and naughty wit.  I sat next to one of his close ( Read more... )

It’s her birthday and she’s big with third child. All the times we were out together seem no time away from now and it leaves me wondering what I’ve done with all the interim.  I remember pulling on porn-star clothes for the party where she met her husband.  I remember when she blagged us into the obscenely excessive magazine launch I had the ( Read more... )

Friday night starts with a private view in a gallery selling paintings that would make ‘nice’ prints for Ikea, to patrons that have never been there, for the price of a houseful of their furniture.  The champagne is colours are good, but to my untrained eyes they are lazy, derivative and over free with motifs as themes to pull the punters in.  I ( Read more... )

Mediterranean aubergine and chickpea

I made this last night and it turned out well. It should serve two people with proper appetites (like me) or more for skinny mice.  Everything is estimates, but if you cook, I’m sure you can judge it for yourself.

( Lazy recipe, because I am not a domestic goddess. )

My sister was down from Scotland with her two youngest and I was playing Fuzzy-Felt with the five year old.  We made a station, with giant flowers, horses jumping clouds, and passengers’ faces along the side of the train, leaving lots of limbs unused.

‘Oh, we can scatter these on the tracks,’ I told her.

She looked at me and giggled, ( Read more... )

Um, it’s wild-boys’ birthday, and knowing her predilection for such things, I’ve uploaded some seriously sophisticated music Baby Bird.

Happy Bus - because wild_boys always knows the name of her bus driver.

A Man’s Tight Vest - because if there was ever a man she’d fall for it might be this one in his tight vest.

WBT - because, Techno? You can never get enough decent ( Read more... )