Archive for April, 2009
Mrs. Hippy just made these awesome cookies…I’m not quite into “eaten so many I feel sick” country yet but I’m certainly getting my travel documents ready as we approach the border.
Picture and recipe courtesy of the wonderful Julie Parsons.
Catching up on musical reccomendations which I’ve had stacking up for more than a year now – don’t seem to have time to dive in to albums of late.
Anyhow, “Consolers of the lonely” by The Raconteurs – masterpiece! It’s been around for donkey’s and I heard a few people rave about it, entirely with good cause it turns out. An absolutely rollicking blues-and-booze fueled slice of americana.
Even sillier than my letting it gather dust on the CD shelf for months is my overall impression after the first few listens, which was “This is great but this guy is trying waaaay too hard to sound like Jack Black”. A friend pointed out in the measured and patronizing tones used on mental defectives that Jack Black is in fact a founding member of The Ranconteurs, as anyone who’s even slightly in touch would know 
The weather has been looking up recently here in Greenwich, so I’m investing in a canopy, some solar garden lights and a really awesome BBQ. I spent last summer in the north of Scotland, which was beautiful but meant I missed out on the really long warm nights in the back garden – it’s coat time come sundown that far north, even in the middle of August.
Thanks to the wonders of the London property market I’ve only got a postage stamp sized area to deck out, but there’s a nice view of the Thames with only a slight craning of the neck so it’ll all be worth it when spring turns into summer.
Half time, Champions League quarter finals, Liverpool 2 – 0 Chelsea. A huge lead demolished, again. I hope we can keep this up…nobody in the world can beat Liverpool when they play like this for 90 minutes.
Full time update
Chelsea go forward from an epic tie. Drogba’s gamesmanship in extra time left a sour taste, otherwise a magnificent game of football. All credit to Chelsea, great game.
…after my midweek experience with legal highs I went down to the head shop and got some more. I can’t believe how really, really unshit this kind of thing has got.
…when did legal highs stop being so crap? Regular readers will remember the personal service I received when buying a bong for my sister from the local head shop, and after popping in there to say hello today I came away with a few things, purely for research purposes. Two hours later and I must say the research is going extremely well