Eating Drinking Laughing
some people prefer Touching, I say another day.
This past week I had made a few appearances at London's Bicycle Film Festival.
It was fun all that I saw and all the folks I had met where fantastic. They all seemed of supportive faith and ambition. Recently, it all made me think of the cardboard bicycle and the Naked City Ride... that may be another day too....
But congratulations Brendt Barbur, Nice works compiled.
That Bats for Lashes joint was good...
Walking home from the Barbricon Theater some folks my age where all drunk laughing it up on the street, one of the women approached me and asked if she looked fat...damn son...on my way
and as I strolled one of the guys yelled on to me, "The eighties went out in the eighties!"
I usually have a quick retort, either funny or just straight devilish, but, my people in the states who have ever been in ear shout, I just laughed. I did not even strike an eighties tone. Neon orange hat levis and vans dude is off... he just had been waiting to say that
The Menu of Late
Saturday:
An almost proper british breakfast, well maybe perfect actually, cause I left the potato out.
Sunday:
Home-made Gnocchi and Butternut squash with Porcini in a Sage and Butter sauce
Tonight:
Ten Plus Years ago, in James Victore's class
I was asked to show "Love"
no red, no pink, no hearts, no cupids, no type, no thing hallmark
I picked Meatloaf.
Tonight the first time ever I made it for my lady, I was a bit difficult yesterday and I love her so... the recipe I made was damned good, sans ketchup - go make your own!
Thats the bottle I poured into the recipe about three quarters worth
damned son... pour it out for catholic and protestants
Today I forgot my camera, all the best.
on my trek to put together my bike, wowzers what a day
It took two and a half hours for me to find my way back to my house from London Center.
It is not as easy as NYC, certainly.
In the rain, had I mentioned.
Washed my clothes and my vans which where white and then brown from the wet rainy dirty streets, and in the wash my new puma socks made them soft cobalt gray.
Shit. no style points here.
