Month: December 2012
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Breakfast, lunch and dinner…
‘I fucking love science’ has just busted the goldfish myth! seems they actually have rather amazing memories… reminded me of a few goldfish I once knew… breakfast, lunch and dinner we called them… It was somewhere back in the mid 90s when I was living in Kiev… I was running away from a broken heart […]
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Mondays…
Ah Monday… my old friend…. or frenemy, should I say… Yes, it’s true. We don’t generally get along. It’s not for want of trying. We always start off on the right foot and I don’t know why or how but eventually it all goes pear shaped, doesn’t it… recently, there was the Monday that my […]
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Zuppa, zuppa, zuppa…
oh so delicious on a winter’s eve… all porcini, pancetta and creamy goodness… with a little warm crusty bread… one of my favourites… shame you can’t smell it… I love to cook. I’ve always loved to cook… I thought I knew how to cook… until I met him… he taught me how to cook, how […]
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Living Daylights…
i turned on the television yesterday while busy pottering, free of thoughts of you for a change, only to see Bond in Vienna… the scene in the giant wheel with the cellist… reminded me of you and how we too once, not so long ago, went round in an old wooden carriage on that very […]
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Ragas at twilight…
And now Ravi Shankar! another great who was at it right up to the end… “The beauty of our music is the ability to improvise endlessly,” he once said, “and that is my forte – I never know what I am going to do in the next two seconds, and that is still a great […]
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Curve-alicious…
Saddened but somehow, oddly, uplifted this week by Oscar Neimeyer’s passing… I seem to be surrounded by death at the moment… 104! and what a legacy… working until almost the end and such fantastic architecture… “When you have a large space to conquer, the curve is the natural solution,” he said. “I once wrote a poem […]
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Time out…
The news of Brubeck’s death yesterday and copious postings of Take 5 on Facebook had me hurtling down the long and winding road of memory, back to the very early 80s… to happy days of youth, rebellion and innocence… To carefree spring days where we skipped school and hung out in the town square, before […]