It's like living in Mongolia! This is the view from my office window.
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
A sneaky snap
Another fashion spot in London on Saturday, this guy was in a band that was playing at the London Fields Broadway markets. He looks like an extra out of My Fair Lady - love it.
A sad day and a recap
So my bike got nicked. That's the bad news - poor little commuter, probably flogged by some council flat dwelling, chav scum. All that was left in the Brick Lane side street we parked in was a sad, snipped bike lock in a gutter. Yes, that's right, I typed 'we' which means Sandy's bike got taken too. Bastards.
On a happier note, Sandy and I went on our driving tour of the emerald isle the other week and it was delightful, apart from insistent phone calls from the office in London, we had a lovely drunken, relaxing holiday. Some proof...
On a happier note, Sandy and I went on our driving tour of the emerald isle the other week and it was delightful, apart from insistent phone calls from the office in London, we had a lovely drunken, relaxing holiday. Some proof...
Monday, August 25, 2008
Notting Hill fashion
Just got home from a bracing ride back from the Notting Hill carnival. Lots of fun, lots of cops, lots of people and a shit load of chicken carcasses.
I've been inspired over that last few weeks by the numerous street fashion websites over here, so many good pics of painfully cool and beautiful people, favourite is here So I thought I might give it a try and todays Notting Hill carnival was my first attempt.
First up, cool girls, cool headbands and loving the skirt on the girl on the right. Paperbaggery at it's best.
I saw these guys strutting up the street in their cool kid gang and had to get the camera out.
And I include a picture of myself standing beside a mountain of rubbish, not because I think I am some sort of fashionista, but I altered the dress I'm wearing yesterday from being a nanna-tastic mid calf monstrosity to being a mid thigh jewel toned party dress. Bit proud.
And last but not least, the coolest kids I saw all day. Winners.
I've been inspired over that last few weeks by the numerous street fashion websites over here, so many good pics of painfully cool and beautiful people, favourite is here So I thought I might give it a try and todays Notting Hill carnival was my first attempt.
First up, cool girls, cool headbands and loving the skirt on the girl on the right. Paperbaggery at it's best.
I saw these guys strutting up the street in their cool kid gang and had to get the camera out.
And I include a picture of myself standing beside a mountain of rubbish, not because I think I am some sort of fashionista, but I altered the dress I'm wearing yesterday from being a nanna-tastic mid calf monstrosity to being a mid thigh jewel toned party dress. Bit proud.
And last but not least, the coolest kids I saw all day. Winners.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Nemo
So, I have been listening to my body recently and it has been telling me to eat fish. Just to fill you in on the back story I gave up eating red meat 15 years ago and fish and chicken about 13 years ago. This is a long time to not eat certain foods and really, after so long, this has become a part of my story, who I am, part of my identity. So, it's been a bit of an internal struggle to reconcile myself with losing a part of this identity.
But I decided that my body knows best and tonight Sandy (who was very excited, being a mad fish lover) cooked me a lovely meal of cod, home cooked chips and salad.
It was delicious and I am now, officially, an eater of fish. Sorry Nemo.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Book club
In my recent quest to be a) more creative in my spare time b) meet new and interesting people and c) use my brain for more than ingesting the latest episode of Americas Next Top Model - I have joined a local book club. I am excited. We are meeting next month to discuss 'The End of Mr Y' - of course I have already devoured it and am chomping at the bit to discuss it with other people who have read it and I have to wait a whole month.
Herewith - my review.
Ariel Manto is a sexually adventurous (although some may say disturbed) part time university lecturer completing her thesis on thought experiments whilst debating, and failing to resist, her rather nasty affair with an older, married, professor. So far so sordid. But when her mentor disappears amidst rumours of a rare cursed book by Victorian author and spiritualist Thomas Lumas called The End of Mr Y things get infinitely more interesting and complicated.
Of course Ariel happens upon a copy of The End of Mr Y and her taste for self harm and destruction is aroused by the promise of being cursed by the small book. Things get dark and dangerous for Ariel, the book is rare for a reason and there are some sadistic opportunists who are willing to do awful things, to an awful lot of people, to get the book and the magic it contains.
Fantastic journeys of thought and matter, mouse gods, time travel, paradoxes and mind bending space/time geography ensue. And by the end you come back to the beginning (you'll have to read it see what I mean) and I felt as if my brain had been on boot camp. It's a rare book (geddit!?) like this that really makes you think, that makes you push yourself and your understanding of the world and your ideas about reality and perception.
I can't wait for the book club!
Herewith - my review.
Ariel Manto is a sexually adventurous (although some may say disturbed) part time university lecturer completing her thesis on thought experiments whilst debating, and failing to resist, her rather nasty affair with an older, married, professor. So far so sordid. But when her mentor disappears amidst rumours of a rare cursed book by Victorian author and spiritualist Thomas Lumas called The End of Mr Y things get infinitely more interesting and complicated.
Of course Ariel happens upon a copy of The End of Mr Y and her taste for self harm and destruction is aroused by the promise of being cursed by the small book. Things get dark and dangerous for Ariel, the book is rare for a reason and there are some sadistic opportunists who are willing to do awful things, to an awful lot of people, to get the book and the magic it contains.
Fantastic journeys of thought and matter, mouse gods, time travel, paradoxes and mind bending space/time geography ensue. And by the end you come back to the beginning (you'll have to read it see what I mean) and I felt as if my brain had been on boot camp. It's a rare book (geddit!?) like this that really makes you think, that makes you push yourself and your understanding of the world and your ideas about reality and perception.
I can't wait for the book club!
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Rice pudding mishaps and jewelery
What a busy week! Haven't kept up the blogging every day, really - who was I kidding?
Anyway here's a wrap up of the last week or so:
In the most hilarious moment of the week, Sandy was making a rice pudding - finishing it off with a delicious sprinkle of 'nutmeg' before realizing the 'nutmeg' was actually curry powder. I laughed until tears ran down my face as Sandy tried desperately to remove the curry powder and salvage his dessert. A good reason to label the jars that look pretty much the same with ingredients that, again, look very similar.
I decided last week to pull my finger out and actually make this necklace I had been thinking about for ages. So I dragged the parents and Sandy off to the Islington antique market to forage for some bits and pieces, all purchased for a tenner by the by. I sourced my chain from a bead supply store in Covent Garden and then set about trying to figure out how I wanted to pull it all together. I ended up as 3 necklaces instead of one but to be honest, I'm a bit chuffed about how they turned out. Can't wait to give them an outing.
Anyway here's a wrap up of the last week or so:
In the most hilarious moment of the week, Sandy was making a rice pudding - finishing it off with a delicious sprinkle of 'nutmeg' before realizing the 'nutmeg' was actually curry powder. I laughed until tears ran down my face as Sandy tried desperately to remove the curry powder and salvage his dessert. A good reason to label the jars that look pretty much the same with ingredients that, again, look very similar.
I decided last week to pull my finger out and actually make this necklace I had been thinking about for ages. So I dragged the parents and Sandy off to the Islington antique market to forage for some bits and pieces, all purchased for a tenner by the by. I sourced my chain from a bead supply store in Covent Garden and then set about trying to figure out how I wanted to pull it all together. I ended up as 3 necklaces instead of one but to be honest, I'm a bit chuffed about how they turned out. Can't wait to give them an outing.
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