Archive for November 2010

weekend round-up: an enigma, wrapped in awesome, served with cake

November 29, 2010

On Saturday afternoon I listened to the afternoon play on Radio 4 and baked The Best Carrot Cake In The Known Universe and promptly transmorgifurated into my Gran. I can’t take the credit for the recipe though I have no idea where I found it and I just make it from memory now. It’s moist […]

thankful

November 25, 2010

for the first coffee of the day, my knee-high brown leather birthday boots, my £2 woolly gloves. The coffee beans from Monmouth that Nic & Leonie left, laughing until my belly aches, the leaps of faith, the smell of Mum’s ginger cake baking, feeling my heart breaking, feeling unbreakable. The existence of Leonie, Sus, Pen, Jo, […]

misfits

November 20, 2010

Its been weeks and weeks and weeks of different work times and bed times. Travellytrips for holidays and workdays. Texts and reminder notes on the fridge, the online calendar, on the edge of reasonable. We have hosted travelers, waifs and strays; one after another. In the flurry of excitement at seeing everyone, we did not […]

fancy pants, warp-drive, bung-eye and spartapuss

November 18, 2010

We had our End-Of-Project-Party on Monday night. Several hundred people in posh frocks and suits piled into Madame Tussuad’s for an evening of waxing lyrical (heh) about the last 18 months. (NB: I have never understood the attraction of seeing not-quite life-like replicas of celebrities. They just look like shiny corpses). The highlight for me […]

friday five ~ they might be giants

November 11, 2010

Last night I saw the Angel of the North. On a freezing night, I escaped the industrial wasteland of Gateshead, with a couple of work buddies for a bit of Northern culture. Gormley’s structure is truly gigantic. And more than a little bit freaky. I found it difficult to look into its face; as though […]

a flicker of recognition

November 06, 2010

Fantasizing about seeing you again used to be one of my favourite past times. I liked to imagine I had transformed myself completely: I would be confident, laughing at something someone had said. In the (extremely) flattering light, my eyes would be twinkling; my shiny (and devoid of stray-grey and/or frizzy) hair would be falling […]