Whose idea was it to start making a chutney at 9pm in the evening? I blame the bottle of sherry I bought today for my Vincent Price Teriyaki sauce. I used 1 tablespoon of it for that, and seem to have drunk just about the rest of the bottle this evening preparing for tomorrow’s VP Polynesian extravaganza. No matter! It is Saturday night!
Here’s a picture of the WAMPAS baby stars of 1932. Dorothy is in there somewhere…
I wanna corsage…!
It’s been a strange couple of days in the Palace of Solitude. My Good Friday fun was cancelled so I’ve been more or less solo for two whole days. I’m wondering if this is such a good thing on a regular basis. There is a tendency for introspection. Is that good? I don’t know. But I am VERY proud of the leis I made myself while I watched the splendour of “9-5″ with Dolly, Lily and Jane because I’m too much of a skinflint to pay £20 for four at the fancy dress place in Camden…
The ladies’ leis have flowers, butterflies and hearts. The gentlemens’ leis have trucks, cars, trains and ships. That is nothing to do with me, that is Tesco’s decision about what little boys and little girls might like in their little craft kits… I must admit though, that I did use straws with red stripes for the girls’ leis and straws with blue stripes for the boys’. Thanks to Jamie for the inspiration for these… God I love the internet. Not only did I save about £15 but I also MADE SOMETHING.
This afternoon I discovered a small cache of CDs in a box bound for eBay and I have been revisiting a specific moment in time. I am carbon dating it to 2004-2006 – definitely stuff I was listening to when I lived on the boat and earlier. So cooking my chutney I’ve been listening to the Kaiser Chiefs and doing my special dance right here, on my lonesome. Also listening to Nick Cave and thinking about what I would like played at my funeral. And remembering my birthday buddy Conor (probably about 8 years old at the time) entertaining me by knowing all the words of Morrisey’s “First of the Gang to Die” and singing it with gusto in Portugal when a huge bunch of us went to Euro 2004.
Someone over 20 years my junior contacted me today on the dating site full of bravado suggesting that they can offer everything a man more around my age can. Really? Jesus! I have been through so much since my 20s it’s not even worth thinking about. Divorces, death, suicide, heartbreak, health problems… My goodness me, these young boys have no idea!