white and blue crisps! For ****s sake! Are we the only people in the whole
country not cashing in on the Jubilee.
more enforced Bank Holidays…no-one will be shooting on those days… another two
days with no money coming in.
really makes you feel like partying doesn’t it?
believe that Stoke Newington’s got so… in to it.
thought people here had a bit more…
taste…. I don’t know… what happened to the free-thinking, non-conformers that
used to be so prolific round here.
– all at home baking cakes for the massive Church Street tea party. They’re
closing the road you know: all day.
can’t stand all the ugly tat everywhere you look. I find it quite offensive.
Piles of ghastly Union Jack mugs, tea towels, biscuit tins. Every bloody thing
has a Union Jack or a crown on it. Even the washing powder. Even the dog food. At
the garden center all the flowers were red, white and blue. It’ll all have to
be flogged off cheap afterwards.
end up as landfill.
am NOT going to any street parties. I’m telling you that now.
worry. I wouldn’t be seen dead at any. In fact I think I’ll go up into the loft
and find my Anarchy In The UK tee shirt from 1977.
got an email the other day from the people at Bistroteque to say they were
opening a new restaurant this weekend at Kings Cross: in the disused service
station on Goods Way. That petrol station that was a murky green glimmer in the
wasteland of abandoned industrial darkness? That petrol station that was the
only structure from the 20th Century between the gloomy gothic
arches of St Pancras Chambers and the run-down tennements of Caledonian Road. That
petrol station that ravers would pile into after an all-nighter in a nearby empty
warehouse?That petrol station
that we used to fill-up at regularly after crawling along the Euston Road on a
Sunday night? The one that we would pull into and run to get sweets and crisps
to stop the boys hitting each other with plastic dinosaurs after a tiring day
out at the Natural History museum (shop)? Yep, that’s the one…
It’s now called
Shrimpys – not sure why – and here it is.
went with Ed on Saturday night. From the architects pictures and the view of the outside I imagined that we
would be sitting in a translucent, vaulted area about the size of an aircraft
hangar but the restaurant is just the bit that used to be the shop. The concrete
forecourt is empty, suprising on such a warm evening, especially as it’s right
by the canal. The food was nicely cooked but main courses are more like starter
size and all veg, salad etc is extra. Of the three deserts on offer two of them
involved quince… strange: one poached quince and the other quince jelly. Ed
wasn’t impressed. We were hungry on the way home so stopped at a petrol
station for twiglets and chocolate.
Booking and paying for 2 seats and 2 pieces of luggage on AirAsia Flight FD3617 Phnom Penh - Surarnabhumii (Bangkok) and communicating all relevant details to John via Facebook. 2 hrs 10 minutes. Searching internet for flights to Milan and back to London via Trieste and sharing findings with various other third parties via email. 1hr 15 minutes. Series of lengthy, complex emails to Joe's potential college in an attempt to reschedule his essential music theory course which he is missing due to him to going to Italy for a month to recuperate from massive strain of GCSEs. 50 minutes. Baking scones, chatting to stylists and admiring roomfuls of Tesco's 2012 Christmas baubles, trees and tinsel being shot here this weekend. 1hr 45 minutes. Studying spreadsheet schedule for Singin' in the Rain while simultaneously synchronising Ed's performances to friends and families availability. Ongoing. Arranging with non English speaking FedEx employee the collection from here and delivery to lengthy, unpronounceable address in Chiangmai, Thailand of John's replacement bank card that he lost at a beach party. 45 minutes. Trying to to activate John's new card and access pin when he's given me the wrong ****ing password for his account. Endless. Dying Ed's old, red suede Nikes black without getting any dye on the white tick, while Ed is watching. 2 hours and my eyesight. Driving Ed to Waterloo to meet up with friends for sleepover in Surrey. 1hr 10 minutes. Tracking down 4ft x 6ft mattress for Ed's new 'compact' bedroom when all mattresses know to man are 6ft 2. Waiting for the opportunity to be able to go to the cinema, a restaurant, a bar or an exhibition without organising childcare. 19 years 7 months. Summoning up the energy for a night out. Impossible.
Mari Sarai was here today photographing... well not sure what. Lots of bulging suitcases were hauled to the top floor bedroom, then an assortment of gorgeous people traipsed up there followed by a hefty, bodyguard-type wearing a suit. He had a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist and said he had been sent from Chanel. Can't wait to see the pics! Here's a sample of what she shot last time she was at Lordship Park.
Ed's tiny, top floor bedroom is getting a make-over... of sorts. He has decreed that anything pre circa 2012 be removed. Doesn't leave much. Still, his loss - B's shifted this mottled old Victorian mirror onto the landing.
Scared the shit out of myself coming up the stairs in the gloom...
Joe and his mate Ian have been plotting an Inter Railing holiday around Europe this summer, starting... and finishing in, wait for it... AMSTERDAM. Ian's parents are calling round this evening to 'discuss'. Won't take me all evening to say 'NO' but that doesn't mean we can't sit around the table for a couple of hours with a Campari and a cheese straw.
Now, I couldn't make up my mind whether to show you this little video that I took yesterday while we were walking the dogs up at the reservoir... or... these pics of TOWIE's Billie Faiers from a recent Nuts shoot here at Lordship Park. You decide.
ED! ED!! Ed come here. Quickly. Listen, I've just thought of something.
When's your school show?
The CONTI END OF TERM SHOW THAT YOU'VE GOT A LEAD PART IN. THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN REHEARSING FOR WEEKS. What other school show would I be talking about? When is it?
Oh God! I bet it clashes with Singin' in the Rain. It's bound to. Where's that letter with all the school dates on? I thought it was in this pile. Or was it on an email? I can't find anything in this place. Switch the light on. Who left all this rubbish here? This is impossible. Brian!!!
Let me look on the computer... God there's dozens of emails here from school - I haven't opened half of them. Shit. Here it is. Junior show at the Shaw Theatre 18th July. Matinee 2.30, evening performance 7.30. Right, now find that schedule thing that came yesterday. Wednesday 18th July - Team Green, matinee 2.30, evening performance 7.30. I knew it! You can't be in two places at once. What the hell are we going to do?
I don't know but you'll have to sort it out.
Hey, you lot. Look at this.
Not now Joe.
No look, it's sick. You know that Tupac rapper g that was shot four times.
Yes you do. So, he's dead, right , proper dead but they made this kinda hologram thing of him and played it at some festival in America. It's sick man. It looks like he's really there, like, on stage like for real. Rappin' and movin' around and stuff. Everyone in the audience was well freaked out. Look, I'll play it...
One positive of the new car is being able to smugly pass right under the nose of the congestion charging cameras and then imagining them gleefully computing the car reg only to find that we're exempt. Hah! Makes me smile every time. My spirit is further lifted by the perfect view from the top of Goswell Road down towards the city - the shimmering, ethereal Shard is flanked on either side by the solid concrete mass of the Barbican towers, a marriage made in design heaven. Some days the Shard is completely invisible, you wouldn't know it was there - just empty grey sky between the gloomy bastions. On a blue sky day it dazzles in the sunlight and the mirage becomes a real part of the London skyline.
I tried to capture the view today...
Where's the bloody wipers on this thing...
That's better. You can just about see it in the cloudy haze. One tiny criticism. Are those final sheets of glass staying like that? in that kind of crown shape. Not sure that I like that.
Ed and I think it looks like a piping bag nozzle - which is a lot less sexy than a 'Shard'
These black noodles took my fancy in Wholefoods the other evening...
...they only take five minutes to cook - a couple of bags of microwave spinach, some slithers of raw tuna, chopped spring onions, a dash of ginger and wasabi dressing and you have a colourful, elegant supper in no time...