3 column mayhem
I like this Tumblr theme because I have no idea how it’s going to lay things out next. The downside to this is I don’t really like having a toilet next to my grapefruit juice.
cafe con leche
pumpkin pie
there’s a colour you don’t see very often (I can’t imagine why)
pink grapefruit + ice cubes + vitamix =
Keith Flett
In the age of Twitter, Facebook, blogs, texts and YouTube, why bother to write a letter to the editor? I use all the above formats, but it is only when I have a letter published in a national paper that people stop me to say: ”I saw your letter”. They hardly ever say “I saw your tweet” or “I saw your post on Facebook”.
- Keith Flett
When I was at school we’d sometimes go back to mine at lunch time and do the crossword in the paper. It must have been near the letters page because that’s how I remember the name of prolific letter writer, Keith Flett. He’s got a point about the letter writing, but it’s only because of Google that I now know he even still exists.
I think this was filed under ‘remind me to look up what on earth hark to dandler means’. (I didn’t)
There were two of these giant sets of scales on the otherwise empty platform at Cardiff train station. Are they really what passes for interactive entertainment round those parts? Weigh yourself for 20p, feel a slight sense of disappointment at the visual confirmation of your expanding waistline, then board your shitty train home. I’m sure a Ms Pacman machine might be more of a draw.
In an effort at full disclosure, i have to admit I was tempted.
Crownchy fried chicken. Possible contender for the worst ever fried chicken restaurant pun. It’s not even on eg. Crown street, which i think adds to its WTF charm.
rhubarb and ginger vodka
earl grey blue star
duck bothering
I saw a dog chase some ducks by running down a steep bank into the river the other day. The ducks flew off in time and the dog ended up in the river, which had a fairly strong current and so dragged the dog down stream. The dog couldn’t get up the bank on the far side so then tried to swim back across. At first I was glad the stupid dog got its comeuppance for worrying the ducks, then I thought well maybe it’s the owner’s fault for letting it off its leash. Then I thought; no really, stupid dog, but I hope it doesn’t die because then I’ll feel bad. It then deftly climbed out on the other side, and the owner showed up not seeming in the least alarmed, whilst I was left with a mass of conflicting emotions about something that was nothing to do with me.
Fox with foxgloves. cunning.
I’m making sloe gin for the first time. I read on the internet that you’re supposed to freeze them before you put them in the alcohol to soften them. Then, when they were in the freezer I read that you have to be careful when you take them out because water droplets condense on them as they hit room temperature, and water in your gin mix will send it bad. So I tried to defrost them in a cool oven and then dried them off individually with a kitchen towel and wasted half the morning. I should just read less on the internet.
