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Thursday 13.12.01 Gastronomic triumph on Gower Street last night as managed (almost flawlessly) to cook for 12. Admittedly, I was throwing together the only meal I can cook, but nevertheless (in culinary terms) all went reasonably. Perhaps the fact that the bolognese was a little crispy (due to an abundance of onions) and also that I managed to cut my fingers to ribbons whilst chopping said onions wasn't exactly the height of my gastonomic career, but aside from that, it was as lovely evening. Swyrie put together two wonderful desserts to complement the entire thing - and, just to add the cherry to the cake, no-one exploded due to the sheer amount of food consumed, and as far as I know, everyone is still breathing this morning, so we didn't kill anyone either. Marvellous. Friday 14.12.01 Went to the gym this morning for the first time in too long, and it actually wasn't as tortuous as you might have imagined. I then gloatingly undid all my good work by eating two of Swyrie's muffins, drinking a hot chocolate with her and Will, and then having a Yorkie bar at home. I am going to Jane's party tonight, and no doubt I will consume all sorts of shite there too, making my exertions of this morning really completely pointless. On a randomly supplementary note, I have a question to ask which is going to make me sound like a cynical, pedantic arsehole. I know. Normally, I really do live and let live, but in the gym this morning there were two men warming up to do some sort of martial art. One was teaching the other various moves and swipes with the monolithic wooden poles they were both clutching. Watching them, I pondered whether, when executing certain moves, it really is necessary to emit some sort of grunt or shout. Because every time they swiped or battered in a certain way, they did just that. And I just thought, You really don't look scary or professional, you just look very, very silly. Call me picky, I don't care... Saturday 15.12.01 Although work was both busy and boring today, a few books which I discovered made standing, processing transactions all day utterly worthwhile. The first was the guy who came in asking for 'The joy of egg-cup collecting,' at which I almost had to stifle myself from laughing out loud; then there was 'The toilet-seat of doom;' apparently a children's book, but it made my day nonetheless, and then just to make my day complete, the comparatively normal-sounding 'Plants of California.' This sounded boring until I discovered the author is the spectacularly-named Edward Balls. It's days like this you really do realise that God does have a sense of humour. Monday 17.12.01 Have just attempted to do entire Christmas-shopping-chaos-descent in one day. And actually, I was reasonably successful - few bits still outstanding, but that's about it. I sort-of cheated and started yesterday (needed things urgently to post out to various bits of England) but today was the main assault. Excellent news. Yesterday's productivity was also ruined by an American woman who stopped right in front of me, turned around and walked into me. Resisting the urge to smite her, I stepped aside, looked cross, and walked on. I then walked into a bollard whilst texting Kath to say how cross I was. Not a good end to the day. Tuesday 18.12.01 I think it's time to re-vamp this site again. Nothing major, mind, just perhaps a nice colour-change and I suppose while I'm at it, I'll juggle the links on the left a bit so you get some new stuff to see...yippee!! I know, I know, I can hardly contain my excitement either. Anyway, this is all a long way of saying that if you have anything you desperately want to see on here, mail it to me and I'll see what I can do.... |
