Made Spag Carbonara last night, River Café style, it was so nice I had to make a second portion from scratch and I’d already washed up! Quick recipe…
I now have a head cold, my head feels like a ton weight. When I cough it feels like my head’s going to burst. High blood pressure, sagging skin, failing eyes, diminishing libido, none of these things bothered me as a kid. All I wanted was a new Snoopy poster, though when I think about it I’m not sure why.
Why was Snoopy so successful anyway ? Come on cards on the table, why ?
Was Snoopy America’s version of…
SIR CLIFF’S IN MY HEAD AND HE WON’T COME OUT.
Wired for sound…Inside, outside, I feel so ecstatic, now it’s music I’ve found and I’m wired for sound…la, la, la, la, ahhhhhhh.
Had chicken butties in bed last night. Hey, I know it’s wrong but it was such a busy day and when I arrived home I was simply starving. Enzo on the bed, succulent over buttered moist chicken butties, plenty of salt and pepper, the crossword and a cup of steaming herbal tea, bliss achieved once again.
So Sir Michael Grade has jumped ship, nothing to worry about only something to look forward to...
Clean white cotton sheets, the fluffiest of quilts and a dreamless, still and beautiful night tell me to stay in bed for the rest of my life. The wrinkles would disappear, one might even become thin, it wouldn’t matter if one went bald, no one would see you. The world and it’s worries could wait outside your door for as they liked, for such trivial things matter not to a “bed bug!”
I know I have to get up, I can only remain the incumbent of my pit for the time it takes me to compose what is known as The Monday Blog and after that it’s time to face the music. What tricks and little games have you for staying in bed for, “just another few minutes?”
The weekend really was…
The mighty WEBBO, a rock of a friend, is flat out sparko on the sofa. Last night was our once-a-month-club, where the mighty WEBBO, myself and a posh boy called GARETH, he’s really nice and very very funny, get together on an uncancellable, immovable basis. The O.A.M.C never fails to deliver, the dynamic is perfect, the conversation always robust and the most important ingredient is…
I will not be hosting The Brits this year. How do I know ? Well I don’t really it’s just that normally they’ve told you by now but they haven’t, so I can only suppose I’m not. Truth be told I don’t think I should anyway, I think they should be hosted by some bright young thing. That’s the whole idea of the Brits. They should be a celebration of youthful abandon and energy, not a cosy succession of quid pro quos, where the industry feels good about itself at the cost of everyone else.
Here’s what else I think…
I’m lying in my bed and the light outside the window refuses to be ignored. It’s pure gold, speckled with leaves of green enjoying their proudest moment of the year, they know their time is almost up and are making the most of every last second. There isn’t a breath of air. The little girl downstairs has just shouted to her mum,
“Goodbye mummy I love you.”
What a lovely start to hump day…
Please don’t feel like I’ve lost the plot or anything, although I obviously have in many ways, but this week I have a chef who’s moved in for the week to show me how to cook what through each day and at the right time, in order to lead a good and healthy, happy and scrummy life. Yesterday our menu for Monday started off surprisingly with…
I say, how the devil goes it this morn. ? How was the period we call the weekend ? Did it serve it’s purpose or has it left you bereft of something or other ? We had a massive mummy and food weekend, Heston’s twenty four hour steak, we did it ! And the catsup created from an eighteenth century recipe which involved extracting the juices of a kilo and a half of mushrooms overnight, we did that too ! The process involves placing the mushies in a thin pillow case, covering them in salt and hanging them over a bowl, dangling from an old bootlace tethered to a hole in a beam, after only a minute or two, it’s drip drip drip for the rest of the day. The result is a ridiculously small amount of a dark brown, almost black liquid, saltier than the saltiest anchovy after he’s been for a night out on the salt with Harry Saltzman.
So that was a lot of went on at the weekend, there was some swimming and a couple of crosswords and then it was back to London last night for an early start this morning. Having arrived back early evening in plenty of time I thought it might be a good idea to try get to see James Bond again ...
Happy Friday people. Ridiculously happy, can’t stop smiling.
What about those generous angels that gave us so much money for Children In Need? Absolute heroes, every one of them. Haven’t stopped thinking about how to make their night so special. Have a load of brilliant ideas. I’m thinking about making it an annual event.
Tonight…
Listening to Sir Tel at the peak of his powers at the moment. It’s such a pleasure to know him and be a colleague of his. Come a-foraging in the country with us, all in aid of CHILDREN IN NEED ! Ha ha. Listen to tonight’s show for a surprise bonus item and a good time guaranteed.
Now last night I had a thought…
So I was in this bar and I saw Chris Tarrant, so he says to me am I doing the Nike 30 k bike ride around London to which I reply,
“This is the first I’ve heard about it, I didn’t even know there was such a thing !”
He said, in his wibble wobble way.
“Oh, yeh it starts in half an hour, come on drink up I’ll get you in.”
At which point he downed a huge glass of scotch on the rocks and showed me outside to where he had a car waiting. The first odd thing I noticed was his driver…
Good Tuesday to you one and all. I awake once again with a big furry German on my bed. Enzo is having another of his weeks in London. He’s the one soul I’ve met that actually becomes calmer when he leaves the country for the heady confusion of the metropolis. He seems to revel in the mystery of it all.
An post holiday thought…
Ok, ok, the photo girl may have been a fake. Ha Ha ! Enough already.
xxxx.
This was the year I turned forty, no big deal, actually I quite enjoyed it and am still doing so, there’s something reassuring about it. This was the year I started my beloved drive time show, the best job I’ve ever had. This was the year I finally began to accept the un-understandility of girls, what a relief that was. This was the year I gave up trying to get my mum to tell me what she puts in her delicious hot pot that makes it taste so unbelievable This was the year I found the flat I have always wanted. This was the year I learnt to forage. This was the year I embraced technology, acquiring a mobile phone and starting this blog. This, in short, has been a blimin’ great year, an absolute belter.
HOWEVER…
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