Some say…
… I’m a messy cook. I say…I need a bigger kitchen. Continue reading Some say…
… I’m a messy cook. I say…I need a bigger kitchen. Continue reading Some say…
Edinburgh is a very small city yet I have twice seen the same yellow Fiat with fake car eyelashes around the head lamps. The driver is a young boy in full hoodie uniformity. The two visuals just don’t mix. Photo to follow if I see it again. Car Lashes – I kid ye not Continue reading It shouldn’t be true but it is
Having enjoyed a comely salad of butter beans, walnuts, red onions, courgettes, sultanas and wheat free soy sauce, I was perturbed to turn around and find myself confronted with the particular (and possibly unprecedented) problem of a head on collision involving a suede bag, feta cheese and a stolen sachet of sugar from Starbucks. Having dealt with the situation admirably I was delighted to find Santa’s secret stash of Christmas sherry under my bed. Fortified wine to fortify my troubled nerves indeed; although I am now slightly squiffy. Hic. Continue reading Salad and Sherry
Quite simply, it doesn’t happen often enough. In fact it has never happened; last night was a first. A friend invited me to the opera. Usually I have to go alone. It’s been a while since I have been to the opera, The Marriage of Figaro was I think the last one. Last night we saw Scottish Opera’s superb production of The Barber of Seville, my first Rossini opera and the first time I didn’t buy a program, relying wholly on the electronic translations above the stage . I definitely prefer this as usually I spend too much time with … Continue reading Oh what a frenzy, oh what a crowd
The TV sitting in the middle of the road. The fat man drinking single cream straight from the carton in Tesco. The man sharing coffee and cake in Costa with his parrot. Continue reading Weird Sightings