29 January 2010
Anyway I finished reading The Road today and I have little to say, other than it is a brilliant and bleak. I haven't cried so much since Rowling killed off Sirius.
1x tablespoon of runny honey
28 January 2010
Fanny, Keelan and me.
Me and Keelan
Keelan, Mark and me.
Becca, Guj and Joe.
We ended up in The Owl and The Pussycat until close.
I don't make a habit of taking chicken off strangers but I was so hungry, plus it looked pretty good. Tah mr. man.
Me and the Lovely Guj
Sean with a Bankok Ladyboy. See below
Fanny and Sarah and Ladyboy timez.
Inevitably the last orders were rung, we mished it down to London Bridge where we realised not only were the trains still running but Burger King was still open. Score.
That's me with Marks Super meal and my humble Regular meal.
26 January 2010
If you find yourself in New Cross, and more precisely, Goldsmiths S.U., next Tuesday from 12-3,30pm, come and visit us at Jumble Jumble. If you'd like a space, email email@example.com, or find me or Heather on facebook ja?
Before laptops and blogs I kept notebooks. Most are safely stashed in York, but a few stay with me. I realised a few weeks ago, that for whatever reason, I had lost all the writing I have done since moving away. Some of it was important, some not so much. I reverted back to my notebooks, to see if I had anything left. It's mostly a collage of my favourite bands and friends, but inbetween those pages, the odd inspiration sticks out.
25 January 2010
It was the anniverssary of Aubrey Agatha Outrage Beaton-Beardsley II reaching one year this month. We do not know when precisely but she certainly needs a whole day dedicated to her unmistakeable fluffiness.
We listened to Brigitte Bardot, Jane Birkin, and of course the Marie Antoinette Soundtrack. Kate, Amy and Hannah brought lovely cakes they had made themselves, with custard powder to make them very dense, and cute letterings. We all had enough twee to last us a good week or so I think. I will post the recipe on here if they ever divulge it to me...
Amazing milk jug I received at Christmas.
Hannah, Guj, Amy, Kate, Keelan, Heather, Seamus, Naomi, Me, Bianca
When it comes to birthday cakes, More is More.
We made some installation art work we think Sam Taylor-Wood would be proud of.
The living room ended up looking a little like Miss Cherie Dior, if you drank enough tea and gin and stayed in there for hours on end, which is what we ended up doing.