I forgot how much I liked this film, having caught it when it was on fairly late last night. Based on the blog of a true story - a young American woman - Julie Powell, who lives in the outer burbs of New York City - preparing all of the recipes from the classic recipe... Continue Reading →
I cycled south this evening, over Chelsea Bridge to see a flat not far from Battersea Park (which those with long memories may recall is perhaps my favourite London park). The journey - though short - isn't a great deal of fun. I live a privileged existence at present - cycling about 1 mile to work... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PE1lzqJCeJ0 Love this track. Heard it on TV this evening as Giogrio Moroder (songwriter) was on Jools Holland. Hearing it instantly casts my mind back 31 years. In so many ways it just doesn't feel like very long ago.
When I moved here (5 years ago next month) I made a slightly tongue-in-cheek comparison to Mary-Ann Singleton. Her character - young, from out-of-town, wide eyed and naive - is finding her way in bohemian San Francisco. Granted the comparison between she and I was a stretch. The key thing we had in common was really my new landlady... Continue Reading →
I think that Wolf Hall probably has been the best thing broadcast on the BBC in the last 5 or so years. Sublime drama - pure Game of Thrones territory in its ability to capture the imagination (sans dragons and gratuitous sex of course). I'd never even heard of the guy that played Cromwell -... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time, travelling by plane was exciting and glamourous. Something to look forward to. It's all so very tawdry now. As is not unusual on this blog - I'm looking back, fondly, at an earlier age.
In a local restaurant that seems to attract luminaries - of a sort - from days gone by. The most unpretentious (and cost-wise, incredibly modest) place one might care to frequent. Patrons representing an old-school set, pure dowager territory (I think I may have blogged about it once before - I forget?). Today she was... Continue Reading →
A leaving do for a work colleague. Venue a private members' club in St James'. My old stomping ground from days gone by (the area, rather than the club). I like these sorts of clubs - slightly stuffy yet also quite informal. Members on first name terms with all the staff. Lots of older people... Continue Reading →
'Neglect' is a word that comes to mind when I think of this blog. I remember days gone by (I'm talking several years ago) when everyone and their uncle blogged. It was de rigeur back then. Now? Well it's like a fringe activity practised by a distinctly minority group. I enjoyed blogging in 'yesteryear'. Alas, it... Continue Reading →