I returned to London to have a few people round to dinner at mine.
We had a diverse spread of lots of different things, a sort of picnic style... or perhaps meze... depends...
We drank 2 bottles of the wine pictured below. It was officially beyind its best, and 1978 was never a 'great' year - apparently, what do I know.
However, whilst the second bottle tasted overly of loam and had fruity flavours that dried out too rapidly in the mouth the first bottle we drank (deliberatly in that order - hoping the air would mellow the other) was fine. And I for one thoroughly enjoyed it.
I think everyone involved drank as much as they wanted. Staying prudently this side of upright.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
just so i remember...
Definition of recidivism (noun) habitual or chronic relapse of criminal or antisocial offenses
Jimmy Carr - Gag Reflex.
Had a large curry before heading out with Dave to see Jimmy Carr Live.
Here is the review (draft) i've written for the Badger (sussex uni student paper).
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As the name might suggest “gag reflex” is looking to push the boundaries of human morality to the point where an instinctive reaction occurs, his gags pushing one to the point of gagging. He lays down the rules early on; “you can’t laugh and then go oooh – make up your mind and stick to it”. Either way he is happy so long as he gets a reaction.
He proclaims gleefully that the ideal audience would be “lacking a moral compass” but if that were the case he would be denied the reaction he craves - the gag reflex when he pushes in that extra inch and the audience chokes on his creative juices. Continuing that image, three or four times during the gig he mimed sucking on a cock, perhaps encouraged by his location and the easy laugh – It did it for me.
Despite not winning my unreserved acclaim (we all know he wants it) I did enjoy the evening and certainly had a good laugh. His versions of responses to agony aunt letters were hilarious and typically unsympathetic. He opened up this part of the show to advising the audience on their various shouted out problems. This is really where Jimmy Carr excels, breaking from his overly calculating, immaculately timed and flawlessly rehearsed script he engages the audience in quick-witted original conversation. One man asked the best way to propose to his girlfriend, she was present and soon the two of them were up on the stage (he had clearly planned this and had brought a ring). While he was able to nimbly hop up onto the stage she had to waddle round and entered from backstage – later Carr asked her if she was pregnant, alas no. Should anyone care; Sarah did agree to marry Dean.
The audience participation was of a relatively low calibre, with Carr frequently pointing out the obvious “you sound retarded”, this was in fact valid and wasn’t just a ‘get out’ put-down to a heckler. The few who did heckle well enabled Carr to retort with wit and flair, although with too great an emphasis on the cliché “your mum” style responses, this banter spawned some of the most enjoyable parts of the evening.
Here is the review (draft) i've written for the Badger (sussex uni student paper).
--
As the name might suggest “gag reflex” is looking to push the boundaries of human morality to the point where an instinctive reaction occurs, his gags pushing one to the point of gagging. He lays down the rules early on; “you can’t laugh and then go oooh – make up your mind and stick to it”. Either way he is happy so long as he gets a reaction.
He proclaims gleefully that the ideal audience would be “lacking a moral compass” but if that were the case he would be denied the reaction he craves - the gag reflex when he pushes in that extra inch and the audience chokes on his creative juices. Continuing that image, three or four times during the gig he mimed sucking on a cock, perhaps encouraged by his location and the easy laugh – It did it for me.
Despite not winning my unreserved acclaim (we all know he wants it) I did enjoy the evening and certainly had a good laugh. His versions of responses to agony aunt letters were hilarious and typically unsympathetic. He opened up this part of the show to advising the audience on their various shouted out problems. This is really where Jimmy Carr excels, breaking from his overly calculating, immaculately timed and flawlessly rehearsed script he engages the audience in quick-witted original conversation. One man asked the best way to propose to his girlfriend, she was present and soon the two of them were up on the stage (he had clearly planned this and had brought a ring). While he was able to nimbly hop up onto the stage she had to waddle round and entered from backstage – later Carr asked her if she was pregnant, alas no. Should anyone care; Sarah did agree to marry Dean.
The audience participation was of a relatively low calibre, with Carr frequently pointing out the obvious “you sound retarded”, this was in fact valid and wasn’t just a ‘get out’ put-down to a heckler. The few who did heckle well enabled Carr to retort with wit and flair, although with too great an emphasis on the cliché “your mum” style responses, this banter spawned some of the most enjoyable parts of the evening.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Pie day
A few days ago I bought alot of Pies.
they are normally 4 for £1 something, but that day they were ALSO buy one get one free....
Lunch today was chicken pie, then I painted my room, dinner is going to be 2 Steak pies.
Yesterday and the day before I ate a quiche I had made and the largest chicken curry ever, it was good, so my diet also does contain vegetables etc...
they are normally 4 for £1 something, but that day they were ALSO buy one get one free....
Lunch today was chicken pie, then I painted my room, dinner is going to be 2 Steak pies.
Yesterday and the day before I ate a quiche I had made and the largest chicken curry ever, it was good, so my diet also does contain vegetables etc...
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Patey "after party/pint"
What a brilliant photo except for me telling the person how to use my camera...
Talk with William Patey
William Patey just returned from his posting as the UK's ambassador to Iraq.
He spoke last night to the IR society at Sussex. Chatham house rules meant the talk and questions were both frank and interesting.
After we drank some booze.
It was a good night...
He spoke last night to the IR society at Sussex. Chatham house rules meant the talk and questions were both frank and interesting.
After we drank some booze.
It was a good night...
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
A fresh start
Now I've bored my readership to death and probably killed this blog with inactivity I've finally settled down in Brighton.
I moved into a house with Dave, Zac and Ewan - and lived in the pink room pictured below. The 1970s was officially the worst decade ever and I had to live in it. Or did I?
Yesterday I moved into my new abode which is the sort of house I like. Dub it "IKEA House" It's that sort of thing. Cheap style, nice and clean, simple, modern.
My room is again pink... what is it with me and pink rooms in Brighton... I still have the white paint I bought for my old room and after my return to London (my 21st Birthday is next Tuesday and I'm back Friday to Sunday) I shall pick up my "room painting tracksuit" (it's green, I had it when I was 12(?) and it is covered in paint from my room in London) and come back and attack my room.
Celebrating my Birthday and Housewarming on Tuesday bring a bottle and a personality (preferabbly not your own).
I will now be updating this on a more regular basis.
HOLA!
I moved into a house with Dave, Zac and Ewan - and lived in the pink room pictured below. The 1970s was officially the worst decade ever and I had to live in it. Or did I?
Yesterday I moved into my new abode which is the sort of house I like. Dub it "IKEA House" It's that sort of thing. Cheap style, nice and clean, simple, modern.
My room is again pink... what is it with me and pink rooms in Brighton... I still have the white paint I bought for my old room and after my return to London (my 21st Birthday is next Tuesday and I'm back Friday to Sunday) I shall pick up my "room painting tracksuit" (it's green, I had it when I was 12(?) and it is covered in paint from my room in London) and come back and attack my room.
Celebrating my Birthday and Housewarming on Tuesday bring a bottle and a personality (preferabbly not your own).
I will now be updating this on a more regular basis.
HOLA!
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
My room
My room is pink. Note the even pinker curtains and the lampshade with frills. Moving a wardrobe yesterday i found a walking stick. I'm living in an old woman's room. Don't have the internet yet. This is all done via my phone...
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