smokingboot: (dancer)
Maybe the music could have been better; Friday night at Jilly's has changed somewhat. I recall Friday night as being somewhat grungy, the dangers included inevitable harrassment by hobbits trying to bounce their way into your underwear, but the payoff was fine music.
Go away for a couple of months and everything changes; gone were the irritating squeakies, replaced by well-kitted demigoths and leatherettes. They looked great, but I don't know what they danced to. [profile] falco_biarmicus and I realised our desperation when we were almost considering grooving down to Eye of the Tiger. Fortunately our pride took over in time and we retired from the floor.

I did find music to bounce by, but it took an endless patrol of all four rooms to seek out occasional bearables. Admittedly, it was enjoyable when I found the right stuff; it's as though I've needed, just for a while, to not wear ultimate prettykit and pvc, not care about looking good, just leap around in jeans and t-shirt and forget everything except how good it feels to be in the combined vibe of friends and music again. There were hugs. I had forgotten how nice those are.

Friday night passed in great company, more of the same followed on Saturday, when we visited [profile] velvet_the_cat and Dan sans lj, and spent night and morning in conversation, punctuated by ver' nice fud indeed. Our hostess made us a fine steak pie, but even this could not compete with her chocolate mouse roulade, which looked like a cocoa sprinkled blanket rolled over on itself, and tasted so heavenly it was gone in seconds. Pouring cream over it helped, not just for taste but because it made strange mesmerising patterns with the cocoa.

Cocoa. That reminds me... could really do with going back to bed...


Jan. 15th, 2007 09:14 pm
smokingboot: (eating)
I can feel myself beginning to recover; I am very tired, but the endless coughing has stopped, and my appetite is coming back. I've lost over a stone and could stand to lose another, though in my attempts to look less burly, I must be careful not to chase the tittyfairy away forever.

Whatever one does, however one diets, there really is no room for chocolate, which is unfortunate, cos right now, in the deep of the night, I really fancy some, milky and wicked. Here is an interesting website:

Despite its name, the site isn't dedicated to those who refuse chocolate that isn't bitter enough to betray you and write a novel about it afterwards. Such tuffenuffs are the confectioner's answer to curry bores. Never accept any truffles they give you, bonbons of unrelenting cocoa suffused with darkest testosterone; no the site is much funkier than that. There are chocolate pirates to be found, and pods and chocolate bars suffused with anise and pink peppercorns or chocolate chili lips...and there are chocolate fountains you can buy for home entertaining. The possibilities are endless, the implications frightening.

I mustn't, I've been so good, I just mustn't.

Mustn't, mustn't, must. nt.


smokingboot: (grasshopper)
I suppose I should try to get some order into my thoughts about the Easter hol, which was spent in a field doing this: It is a strange person who spends four days pretending to be a fantasy Japanese fox maiden in a field full of flintlocks, frockcoats, rubber weapons and latex masks. But then, I never claimed to be normal.

Before I went, I didn't want to pretend to be another person in a fantasy world. I wanted to go exploring this one with no persona other than my own; Alas, poor shallow me! I will have to do that some other time. This weekend was so much fun it pulled me in, like a kid reluctant to play suddenly catching on to the game; I was with a fantastic group of people, and I got to meet,(albeit only briefly) wonderful chums [profile] november_girl, [profile] mamapusscat and [profile] falco_biarmicus. I have been surrounded by excellent company all weekend and my weary heart has been replenished. Many thanks to [profile] littlemiscowboy for looking after the cats!

Plus I made a discovery this weekend:

On site there was this wonderful little hippy cafe, 'Earthheart' which sold lovely organic food and chai.I have never tried chai before. It is this wonderful warming long brewed tea of many ingredients including (as far as I could detect) cinnamon, cloves, vanilla, cardamom...I found myself perfectly capable of drinking 4 mugs of it at a go; 6 would leave me replete. Nothing that tastes so nice can be good for me.

A bit weary but otherwise, I'm OK. Suddenly find myself in need of a black 'duster'coat, a tricorn, a fox mask that doesn't stick to your face like chewing gum in the heat, and three oriental shirts I can wear over leather trousers. Oh, and a recipe for perfect chai.
smokingboot: (eating)
Today I have eaten:

Egg noodles boiled in water with soy sauce and pepper
A chunk of old mozzarella
2 coffees, 1 decaffeinated

What I need now is a beer, some cigarettes and a bar of chocolate.


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