Derby today is concrete grey
It's work and worry
It's terraces and rain
It's cold toes and neck pain
It's bad driving and slow trains
It's Wiltshire Ham and French Mustard
It's Do Make Say Think by the fire
It's hot coffee and chocolate toffee
It's talking to oneself up the stairs and singing loudly down them
It's reading on the toilet
It's folding clothes
It's the feeling coming back to those toes.
Monday, 7 January 2008
Tuesday, 25 December 2007
Christmas Day, pre-prawn cocktail
Ingredients:
One slice bread (nicely toasted)
Pate
One mother creating a Christmas Dinner featuring a turkey cooked while wrapped in bacon.
Simply spread the pate on the toast, then as the mother transfers the bird to the sideboard to slice, grab some of that crispy greasy meaty bacon and whack it on your slice.
Place in mouth.
Wonder why this isn't a staple part of every meal.
One slice bread (nicely toasted)
Pate
One mother creating a Christmas Dinner featuring a turkey cooked while wrapped in bacon.
Simply spread the pate on the toast, then as the mother transfers the bird to the sideboard to slice, grab some of that crispy greasy meaty bacon and whack it on your slice.
Place in mouth.
Wonder why this isn't a staple part of every meal.
Monday, 3 December 2007
Le Cine de la Petite Lune (one)
Running Order:
J.S Bach Fantasy in G minor (Jan Svankmajer)
Katedra (Tomek Baginski)
Meat Love (Jan Svankmajer)
The Cabinet of Jan Svankmajer (The Quay Brothers)
Curated by Aaron S. Bradbury
Garrick's Room
December 3rd 2007
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
Excess Distress
An afternoon brain/conscience tickler:
Say you have a packet of biscuits (e.g. Bourbons) and you're happily dunking away. Maybe you're dunking the first half and eating the second half dry. Maybe you're going in dry then adding the coffee dans la bouche. Whatever you're doing, you end up devouring two thirds of a pack. You have two choices:
1. Risk someone coming in and going "Bloody hell have you eaten ALL THOSE bourbons by yourself? You eat biscuits like crisps you do."
2. Finish the pack and feel a bit bloated.
You tell me. I often deal with both. Often on the same day.
Say you have a packet of biscuits (e.g. Bourbons) and you're happily dunking away. Maybe you're dunking the first half and eating the second half dry. Maybe you're going in dry then adding the coffee dans la bouche. Whatever you're doing, you end up devouring two thirds of a pack. You have two choices:
1. Risk someone coming in and going "Bloody hell have you eaten ALL THOSE bourbons by yourself? You eat biscuits like crisps you do."
2. Finish the pack and feel a bit bloated.
You tell me. I often deal with both. Often on the same day.
Wednesday, 14 November 2007
Autumn/Bibio
Bibio should do the soundtrack for the BBC's Autumn Watch.
I can easily imagine Bill Oddie listening to Bibio on a giant tape Walkman, feeling fine in the chill air kicking his feet through red and golden leaves. I hope Mush chuck Bill a promo or two.
Monday, 12 November 2007
To Be Told You Were Just Unlucky
It's not got the medicinal quality to the listener that the speaker imagined when thinking of something to say to break the silence you're focusing all your attention on keeping, as any break in this wall will certainly result in all the pent up adrenalin of frustration gushing from your lowered and sun sore eyes.
Walking across the car park to my home I thought briefly of beating the crap out of a Pay and Display machine. I sensed there might be a karmic irony somewhere in it, but decided that the Pay and Display machine hadn't done anything wrong. It was just doing its job. Just like the DSA examiner I'd had sat next to me for the last forty minutes.
Crossing the road I breath the crisp November afternoon air and imagine myself calm as a Hindu cow. It's not working. I think of going near my chakras, but from the outside they look like the lifts in The Shining. Torrents of blood. Shock horror. Twins holding hands in a corridor.
Somewhere in Derbyshire there is an old couple driving a silver shopping car. They've cost me eight weeks of driving lessons and about three hundred quid. They weren't looking. I looked and they weren't there. I pulled out and they were. They didn't notice the BSM marked Corsa sticking out into the road. I sincerely hope they get back safely from wherever they were going. Me, I failed my test because of them. Driving back to the test centre, a lady in a Volkswagen straddled two lanes all the way up the dual carriageway. I'm glad she is allowed to drive like that. If I hadn't failed before then, I may have failed for getting to close as she slowed to 15mph in a 40 zone for no other reason than to keep straddling.
Walking across the car park to my home I thought briefly of beating the crap out of a Pay and Display machine. I sensed there might be a karmic irony somewhere in it, but decided that the Pay and Display machine hadn't done anything wrong. It was just doing its job. Just like the DSA examiner I'd had sat next to me for the last forty minutes.
Crossing the road I breath the crisp November afternoon air and imagine myself calm as a Hindu cow. It's not working. I think of going near my chakras, but from the outside they look like the lifts in The Shining. Torrents of blood. Shock horror. Twins holding hands in a corridor.
Somewhere in Derbyshire there is an old couple driving a silver shopping car. They've cost me eight weeks of driving lessons and about three hundred quid. They weren't looking. I looked and they weren't there. I pulled out and they were. They didn't notice the BSM marked Corsa sticking out into the road. I sincerely hope they get back safely from wherever they were going. Me, I failed my test because of them. Driving back to the test centre, a lady in a Volkswagen straddled two lanes all the way up the dual carriageway. I'm glad she is allowed to drive like that. If I hadn't failed before then, I may have failed for getting to close as she slowed to 15mph in a 40 zone for no other reason than to keep straddling.
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