Archive for February, 2007

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Peas & Mushrooms

February 16, 2007

So here’s what you do. Sautée this business in a little olive oil: shallots, garlic, carrot, anchovy fillets, mushrooms. Add peas and ground pepper. Tip into a baking tray and sprinkle with breadcrumbs and parmesan cheese. Real parmesan cheese, capisce? None of that sawdust-in-a-jar nonsense. Bake until the breadcrumbs are golden and crunchy. Then, eat that sumbitch.

I invented this today, and it was pretty good.

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Dinosaurs In Love

February 16, 2007

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Hammers & Tongues

February 15, 2007

There’s some sort of noisy construction occurring in the upstairs flat.  Drilling, banging, whirring, grinding, etc.  It’s been going on for hours.  Hours.  It’s either renovation or corpse dismemberment.  I’m hoping for the second since it tends to go quicker.

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Lessons Learnt

February 11, 2007

So here’s what’s been happening with me: I’ve been coughing pretty much continuously for the past three weeks, and haven’t left the flat for ages. It’s been awesome. I’ve spent a lot of time asleep, drinking lemonade, and riding my centaur from room to room. When my centaur, Steve-O, gets tired, I surf the internet looking for Important Information. Here are some things I have learnt:

  • Celine Dion and Anastasia once did a duet together. And that duet was of AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long. Watch it. I ain’t foolin’ around here: it’s utterly mesmerising. Dion kick-hops along the stage, a-la Angus, and Anastasia looks exactly like an bedraggled Thunderdome refugee. There’s air guitar a-plenty, and Dion’s pink, elongated, sleeves flap about like a skin graft gone horribly wrong. Plus, is that Alice Cooper dishing up a guitar solo? Who fucking cares. It’s an orgy, really. A wonderful, wonderful, terrible orgy. Oh God.

Okay, that’s enough for now. I don’t want to make you break out in a cold sweat or anything.

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Snow Cars

February 10, 2007

It snowed again. I am not a fan of snow.



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I’m From Barcelona

February 2, 2007

I went to see I’m From Barcelona last week at ULU; despite feeling frail (I had a cold, and am pathetic), I even managed to bop a little.

IFB are great live. They’re exuberant, and deeply devoted to audience participation. Emanuel, the lead singer, began the gig with a spot of crowd surfing, and rollicking mayhem ensued: balloons, bubbles, handclaps, banana-shaped percussion instruments, songs about Wes Anderson movies and Grizzly Man, kazoos, ukeleles, audience sing-alongs (add animal suits and they’re the Swedish Flaming Lips, really). This is the second time I’ve seen them, and I’d go again in a red hot second. They were supported by fellow Swedes Irene, who were pretty good too.

I did take pictures, but as is often the case, acb’s are better than mine. As is his description of the gig. And of course, Fire Escape Talking was there too. He thinks IFB are Christian Rock. They are, sort of.


Photo by acb.

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Tulips.

February 2, 2007

We have tulips.