Saturday, 23 February 2008

Unlikely but true

There is such a thing as a cool anti-drug video:

Trust The Dandy Warhols to manage it.

Dan and I have seen them twice: once in New Orleans a lifetime ago, and just last year in Camden at Electric Ballroom. In N.O., they played House of Blues in the smaller room, The Parish. The place was not packed to capacity, but there were about 250 people. Selling out the main room next door was Cowboy Mouth, a highly annoying jock-rock band with a devoted local following. Unbelievable.

Anyway, the Camden show was good, the Dandys' lush harmonies and insistent marching beats inspiring as much laconic worship as ever, but I think the N.O. show seemed more significant somehow, perhaps because they were playing to an audience that was less likely to find them.

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Morning Glory

I'm not a morning person. It's really best not to approach (let alone speak) to me before I've had a cup of tea, unless you're bringing me the cup of tea. But one day last week I woke up to find these in full bloom, and it made me scowl somewhat less before my caffeine intake commenced.

I bought these as stems in a plastic pack for £1 - bargain! They were on offer this past Sunday again, but I figured my preserved lemons had had enough of being shunted off to a shelf and wanted their window seat back.
PS: I used the preserved lemon recipe from the excellent Medina Kitchen. It's v. similar to the one I've linked to, with an added convenience: you can add plain water instead of lemon juice.

Sunday, 17 February 2008

I don't think so

'Spoil Your Mum' with an iron? Anyone who gives their mum an iron for Mother's Day deserves to be smacked with it!

Which reminds me of one of my favourite jokes. Well, it's more of an anecdote...anyway, my old workpal Ray had a friend in the NOPD who told him this one:

Ray's officer friend answered a domestic disturbance call to find a man alone in his living room, bleeding from the head. When asked what had happened, he muttered, 'She hit me with the smoo.'

'She hit you with what?' the officer asked, thinking he'd misheard.

'The smoo, man, the smoo.'

Now the officer was truly puzzled. 'What's a smoo?'

The poor guy looked at the officer like he was stupid. 'You know, man, what you smoo your clothes with!'

PS: The photo focus sucks b/c I had to take it surreptitiously with my phone. I doubt Tesco typically allows photography in-store, and an employee was restocking nearby.