The Life I Love
I spent a long time not eating sugar because I was suffering the misapprehension that I couldn’t handle it. Of course I could. I can handle anything. I have the POWER! I AM BASICALLY GOD! I am not God. I’ve not even met him. Or her. Or them. Anyway. I’m still exploring the world of dessert, which is such a joy. There’s something a bit shit (as in, monumentally shit) about being the weird one staring tight-lipped at their empty plate at a dinner party while everyone else chows down on some lovely crumble or tart or pie. Or, for … Continue reading
Last night, 11pm. We are lying in bed. Without warning, The Man sits up and exclaims ‘FROTTAGE CHEESE!’ and then dies laughing. This bore no relation to anything we were doing in bed, by the way. It’s just The Man. He is an adorable wazzock, he really is.
These blogs, the Wot I love ones. I’m changing their name to The Life I Love. I would have vomited all over phrases like that before everything that happened last year but these days it makes absolute sense to me. So, um, yes, I hereby rename this strand THE LIFE I LOVE. Will continue to blog daily (um, that’s daily-ish) about things I’ve loved in the last 24 hours. It makes me happy, it seems to make you happy – boom. Happiness all round. Life is so much better when you’re scanning for the positives, not the negatives. Here is … Continue reading
I don’t love this, really, but I find it very funny. (You’ll forgive me posting a picture of French toast, rather than the actual subject matter, I hope.) America – why in the name of The Lord Jesus Christ do your public toilets – and a good many of your office toilets – have MASSIVE GAPS between the door and its hinges/fastenings? Let me be clear – YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE A PERSON ON THE BOG when you walk in. Why? Why do you do this? Your toilets are so much better in all other respects. They’re comfy, they flush … Continue reading
I’ve never really thought of NYC as a beautiful city. Even though I like it so much I often consider moving here illegally. (I’m not serious, American Immigration people.) Yesterday, I changed my mind. It’s a stunner! I took a walk along the High Line – crammed as it is with wild flowers and trees and (amazingly) people getting married – and then took a wander round the stunning Frick Collection, marvelling at its arcadian gardens and improbable peacefulness. Not to mention all those amazing paintings. (Without protection glass or ropes in front of them either! You can get your … Continue reading
I’m not cool. But I felt it for a night. I stood on the VIP balcony overlooking the stage at the CHVRCHES gig last night. All around me were men with massive beards and round glasses (this is the facial hair uniform for cool men these days) and below me were an ELECTRO BAND. Even though it seemed that it was probably a lot cooler in that balcony to stand still and vaguely nod my head to the music, I was rocking out proper by the end, with thrashing arms and screaming and stuff. They were immense! Or whatever you’re … Continue reading
I’m staying with Lindsey Kelk for the weekend. There are so many things I am loving about staying with her, but top of the list was a two-hour walk round a dark park last night, filled with mating people and skunk smokers and men lurking in clumps of bull rushes. All of these things were good, but none of them were beaten by the NAUGHTY RACCOON who came to stare at us. ISN’T HE NICE!
There were so many things I loved yesterday. There was the woman in Macy’s telling me that a handbag I was gazing at was ‘really English, like, so suitable for England it’s, like, oh my god, THIS IS A BAG FOR ENGLISH PEOPLE’ (seriously). There was the lovely osteopath who sorted out all my problems in an hour, and then told me about the best pizza in the entire world. (Everyone in New York recommends the best pizza in the entire world. Their recommendations are never the same.) There was the unexpected email from an old school friend who now … Continue reading
Next up in my challenge: Trish from twitter challenged me to try a TWIZZLER and a TWINKIE. Untitled 3
There’s a very funny article in this week’s Time Out NY. ‘Comedian Chris Gethard makes a case for why our city is – and always will be – weird as fuck.’ Just five minutes before I bought said publication I’d been saying to Marge ‘one of the things I love about this City is that it’s COMPLETELY MENTAL. Wherever you go, someone’s doing something really weird or mad and nobody ever takes any notice.’ In the article, Gethard suggested that anyone who believes that New York’s madness was swept away by Mayor Giuliani should just take a good look around … Continue reading