um uh in my previous mail on Oxford i failed to mention that the garden style at magdalene differed largely from that of christ church.magdalen was very much an immaculate pristine garden -very bright in colour and well kept, whereas st johns was far more random in style,very engish country side,some might say 'the eclectic paintbrush was in full flight in this garden.'on thursday my boss sent out an email enquiring if anyone wished to have some of his free-range hand-picked courgettes(zuchini for the uninformed) that had been reared in his garden....i took 2.what ill do with them is still to be decided.you know what pisses me off:theres this bird in the office who has a cold and she keeps shnarfing her shnot.it really pisses me off. 'get a fu**ing tissue why dont you, have a little common decency for the squemish few out there, Mary(names have been changed so as not to offend the accused party.because the accused party offers me chocolate chip cookies evry now and then.at the moment im working on on a building in dubai.you see they say dubai will run out of that liquorice coloured stuff which everybody wants commonly known as oil.so theyre turning to tourism in order to bring home the bread.we're doing a building, a natural history museum in an area allocated the name,.....drum roll squire...Dubailand, ver krys sayks jimie. the building is sheathed in this stuff called ETFE, its like bubble wrap.my sister would dig it cos she could piss me off by popping the wee bubbles, and relaxing at the same time.and this little story led me to visit the london natural history museum...gsus they make their museums large here.as yet i havent completed a single museum.anyhoo this museum was filled with tourists and whales and elephants and dinosaurs and big worlds constructed of steel,
two weeks ago weekend was also big because i did my first load of washing......ever.i was uber concerned cos my tshirts are like sweet gold to me, and i was told not to mix colours and whites,but then a curve ball was thrown at me when i questioned what yellow tshirts are.are they colours or are they whites.it so happened that i did a pretty good job,and they didnt even need ironing cos i hung them pretty damn well if i do say so meself.friday swung by,however i rrealised on my way to work that i forgot to bring my wholewheat baguette with me.you see i store my condiments in the office fridge, however without a bagutte, you and your condiments are stranded, lingering in no mans land.so i sent out an eamil to all of the staff enquiring as to whtehr anyone knew where i could get a sweet baguette, anhyoo it so landed up that all those that responded responded with sweet FA.so i went on my merry way in search of the baguette,not unlike Frodo's search for that glorious elusive ring. well as i neared the cusp of the hill in holborn, i saw the peach glowing light of a Sainsbury's, hmm sweet Sainsburys. so i circled the sainsburys and then pounced like a tiger on a wee baby buck.found me a sweet white flavoursome fresh baguette,and would you believe,it was the last one on offer,wikeed. that baguette was to me what the fleece,the golden one, was to jason.but alas jason couldnt smother his fleece in white cheese and coleslaw.hmm hmmwell i must add that i held this email back for a while since i went through a rather testing time on this wee island. the joy that i was writing wasnt what i had been feeling,but alas im back and have more to say so hold tight,check for your exits to the left and right,check for that under seat airmask, which i dont believer really exists, raise your backrests,your lunch trays,stick on a dayvaday and enjoy the ride.
the weekend of august the 6th has just rolled by.i cracked open really early saturday morn to go with christie to an archi exhibition near totenham court road entitled New London Architecture.it was a pretty neat exhibition in that it exposed all that these barbarians ( a term the great Julius Caesar used which means bearded ones) were intending to do on this island.at the moment london is pretty low rise, but as the future rolls on,she will grow upwards puncturingthe heavens with her shards of glass, her gherkins, her wedges of cheese, all carved by the greats-norm foster ,richard rogers and rem koolhaas.once again folks hold on to them seats.we then found ourselves in a store called Muji,pretty japanesey i might add, and a belt and a book i did buy. so we watched the rugger in belsize park,an affluent ,leafy suburb,a great one indeed.but its crazy cos next to these expensive buidlings emerges the horror of all horrors-council flats.but anyway every one seems dandy in their place, and each person knows their place.
i had a great chuckle on sunday 7the august. i was on the red bus 128 to golders green station.honestly the roads were packed. the bus could only edge ever so slowly,then coming from the aisle, some hairy backed gargantuan english homo erectus speciman of a lady blurts out 'come on bus driver get a move on,i dunno wann be heer all day.', so now im properly laging, cos honestly where the F**k was the poor driver supposed to go, so then the driver blurts out,'geez lady what you wana me to do, fly?. anyhoo the bird rolled off the bus and actually said, 'thanks driver'. hows that for kooky?
hmm portobello road, now its this sorta road that i came to london for. some really uber saweet antique shops,proper antiques,and old jackets and old WG grace style cricket bats and all the other shyte youve been hoarding and your mom wants you to chuck out .by the way i used to stick potatoes in my cupboards so that they would grow-and oh boy did they grow.(once again thats for another day.)
reason for portobello road?-the prtobello road film festival.the festival was housed in two studios, the one which me and garon went to (westbourne) was an uber sick little buildig,a double volume, which was actually situated underneath the highway, so the highway underside formed the sculptural concrete roof/ceilign of the studio. the studio also housed a way cool lounge and vast images on windows. we watched around 5 or 6 short flicks,some were really shyte and some were f**king shyte, one was good. however the experience of place was what i loved most. then onto Fruitstock we went. fruitstock is a free for all music festival in regents park sponsored by fruit juice.we landed up there for like an hour,but that was a quality hour i most enjoyed. its crazy but if you could picture the attendants at the original Woodstock back in the late i think 60s, you would see those exact folk and now too, their offspring.it really is a joyous thing to witness
gsus im tired,sorry folks just bear with me.
the day finally ended with a burger, sweet mary jane. this was no ordinary burger, this was the gourmet burger we all wish we could have, its the one we dream of night after night,its the one you wish your son or daughter would bring home.it epitomises goodness in this crazy mixed up world. its what rob roy and william wallace really fought for, F**k freedom i say,its all about the fresh butter lettuce, the voluptous red tomato-perfectly rounded. its the relish you grew up with on the farm-thats if you grew up on a farm, its the bun that the baker man would have spent hours kneeding, rolling and baking. oh my word may we all drop our weapons and indulge in a burger from gourmet burger in Hampstead. 'batteries chips and coldrinks each sold seperately.'
and lastly while i was waiting for a bus home which took an extraordinarily long time to arrive i started hucking this brazillian.so i told her, 'gees ive never met a brazilain',and then she said 'thats crazy, ' and then proceeded to point too the shops in whicha arazillian worked. gees didnt i fnow eel like a half baked turd, but i hoped on the bus and bid her farewell, and thats led me to bid each and everyone of you, adiuefrom the scratchiings of my brainthe dan russian bear hunter and pinball wizard
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