There’s a flotilla of plastic ducks headed for Britain! Might have to go on a pilgrimage to Cornwall and get one. They’ve been floating around since 1992 apparently, poor little blighters.
I’m good for nothing today, hungover and in need of a holiday. Plus my fridge has a gazillion vegetables in it, which I wasn’t sure what to do with.
All of these problems were cured by sweating most of said vegetables in a saucepan with a bit of butter for about 10 mins, adding a load of water and simmering away for another 20 mins and then blitzing it all with one of those hand held blitzer thingies. And before you know it – beautiful soup.
It’s a good idea to include sweet potatoes / squash / carrots in the veg mix, otherwise it turns out looking like green sludge, but otherwise you can’t go wrong.
I wandered around London a bit yesterday. There’s some crazy graffiti around the place.
None of your spray paint rubbish. This guy’s a french artist who calls himself Space Invader. He’s put nearly a hundred of these up around London, and there’s more of them all over the world. They’re cemented onto the walls but I can’t see anyone minding, as they’re kind of art I guess. This one’s my favourite so far because it has mirrored tiles in it. It’s just outside Foyles bookshop near Tottenham Court Road.
I like it, it’s cute. I like wandering about and seeing them every so often. It’s nice to know there are people out there doing stuff like this, just to give random strangers in the street something to look at other than mangy pigeons.
Then, as if that wasn’t odd enough, another street artist called Holbein did this on a hoarding in Berwick Street.
Now this could be a picture from inside the national gallery, where it not for the double yellow lines at the bottom of the picture, and the urban tumble weed plastic bag blowing past. I haven’t found out what this is all about yet, but there’s another one of John the baptist’s head on a silver platter outside a sex shop in Soho. That’s got to put you right off your porn.
I’m just watching Federer crush some poor bloke before I go to work and I’m loving the new Hawkeye system. It’s a great new game for the audience. Whereas their participation up until now consisted only of ‘Ooh’, ‘Aah’ and the occasional optimistic ‘Come on Tim!’ they now have a new way to get involved. Every time a player asks for a second opinion on one of the line judges calls, the brand-spanking-new-ultra-wizzy ‘Hawkeye’ system shows exactly where the ball bounced. The camera on this thing zooms in on the spot the ball landed, and the audience get to go ‘oooooooohhhh yay!’ or ‘oooooooooh ooohhhh’ depending on whether they approve of the decision or not. I think they do the same thing when they’re watching the cricket bowlers actually.
So Nige sent me a text about his new blog the other day. Having read it, I thought to myself, hey! I’ve got one of those! I had, truth be told, forgotten all about it. Nige’s blog has inspired me to get typing again. He’s growing stuff in his garden down Brighton way by the coast. I could probably make an effort to grow some stuff in the garden, plus then I can put some pictures in and it will make things a little more interesting. So here goes, wish me luck.
This is my sister, Helbabes.
Helbabes is a management consultant, and is very intelligent. As you can see.
Not to be confused with my other sister, Hanbabes.