MasterChef Thursday

I might ban myself from reality tv shows. I am just getting too emotional with them, as some smug producer plays with my feelings, like I am a puppet to their cathrode ray tube strings.
Last night it was MasterChef. I mean its not as lame as it sounds. We had three contestants, all with good cooking ability and each had learned so much in the journey through the programme. Each with dreams of opening their own kitchen.

Emily was full of creative inventions but also youthful pretensions on food as art, “composition of the plate” etc. She had the world ahead of her, and even getting to the final was a great achievement for an 18 year old.

Jonny wanted to serve up food with saleability, and his ideal kitchen, it seemed to me would not need a Gordon Ramsey make over, as he was after serving up food the customers would want. He also was a single Dad, and tugged at the heart stings the most. I wanted him to win by the end of it, however he did not.
James won it, and to be honest his dish at the end deserved to win it.

So that was my main event of the evening, other than tacos- and I am pleased to say, because I found James so unlikeable, and John Torode some sort of coke fuelled Geronimo spinning wilder and wilder out of control with ever increasing adjectives, I didn’t cry once.

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So dinner was unfortunately postponed tonight, so I am at a loose end. M. rang though and he and G might come round. Thats G with a G and not a J. they wont be long but it will be productive.

But I want to have something finished tonight. I have to do some text on NBOT and then thats finished I think.

Then I will begin the backing up of all our photos onto dvd. There are an awful lot.

oh I printed out some photos the other day. its wierd that feeling, going into the shop to pick up your photos, and then pick up some hard copy! How very 80's!

quick you tube dump

Freeze! I love this stuff- unfortunately its improv "actors" but thats what makes it so good, I also love the ipod dancers but this actively freaks people out.




and here we have knowledge city. Could you wish to come from a less naff city?

V Day

L brought me this fantastic book of short stories!!

the raising of the great whore

Spring in February is a scary concept. Without jumping on any global warming band wagon, it is something that I am experiencing for the first time. Sure I have only been in the northern hemisphere for 7 years, but still this is the loveliest warmest days that usually appear in April. So what does this mean? Will it be a long drawn out heat fest? Will I be loathing the heat of May? Will August be droughts, water bans and trips to Norway?

The very real effect was a fantastic bike ride into work today. Regents park was glorious, the sun was rising over those amazing buildings that flank the park, and the fields held a veil of fog against them, with people walking their dogs amongst their dewy grasses. Oh for a camera- I thought. I will bring mine tomorrow, but of course tomorrow will not be the same. Lets hope though!

So there was a fire in Camden the other night, and I didn’t even know about it. Bearing in mind it is only half an hour walk from my house, is pretty lame of me. It reminded me of that song…

“Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Everybody's sitting 'round watching television!

London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999”



So the guy who put this on the mighty you tube thinks it might be the great whore of babylon burning mentioned in revelations and many reggae songs.
so hes not that paranoid

The days are getting longer.

A song for the summer?