On the Fringe

So it's Friday night and I am sat at home in London watching Fringe recorded on my DVR in Brooklyn....man, sometimes, I wish moments like these could be materialised into delicious edible goodies so I could also eat them. This maybe a strange mantra to have, you know wanting to have precious pleasurable moments materialise in order to eat them, but since I'm espousing it I guess you just have to say accept it. Not at all different from Joshua Jackson saying the same in regards to him not being able to succeed as a film star and having to settle for a second rate sci-fi-ish television progamme on Fox.

SO, what to talk about....well besides the usual issues of indigesion, bowel movements and third party voices....maybe this week? It's deffo been a cumbersome week at work. I know that most of them are like it but fortunately this week I got to work on some new material (wrote an abstract) and then new coding to produce graphs is irritating me, like a giant camel toe irritates run way models, which is a good thing because hopefully it will help me learn, don't know if the same can be said about camel toes...

Last weekend I was fortunate enough to go spend some time in Oxford. I was privy to see my female Jewish counterpart in Oxford and her new flat, much was discussed in relation to food, television, sex and hence she's a counterpart (...WHAT?! Just because we are Jewish and share a sexual preference you automatically assume we do not need to have anything else in common to be counterparts?! WELL you could have been sorta right, like Shelly Long was definitely not for Cheers....). I also witnessed the swine flu recovering Simone, at Sainsbury's, purchase cheese and yoghurt...it was less cathartic of a food shopping experience than it normally is with Simone, what with her recovering from Tamiflu and being outside for the first time in a week I felt like she could have been Sigourney from Aliens...forced back onto the planet she so daringly managed to escape only to have to plunge right back in. Wow, I hope de Cassan reads this not.

Rushing away from my food shop with Simone, I attended a delicious dinner party at my friend Babette's house. On the menu: (1) starter of fat bread with salad and guacamole, (2) main of roast veg, roast chicken breast, three cheese eggplant rolls and (3) dessert of a pod of chocolate, a lime passion-fruit cake and melon w/ papaya....this all was DELICIOUS. The original idea behind this dinner was that Marie was going to come up from Paris and she would join B, Serini, myself and two other people whose birthdays were back to back that weekend to celebrate life and food. Somehow it all worked out in the mode of celebration despite Marie cancelling and one of the people falling ill. It was all probably to do with B's amazing hostess and cooking talents, she's just this incredibly amazing person who is so clever, kind, collected and talented that she could literally be a living embodiment of Meryl Streeps film career....true story.

After the meal somehow plans were formulated for Babette to start a little side business creating new recipes for cupcakes and then selling them...I was a bit to blame for having began a conversation about cupcakes. In any case, I apparently am now a designated recipe/flavour consultant fr her upcoming range of cupcakes....god, I love Oxford. The evening ended nicely with my spending quality time with Serini at her place but that was just after we took a mini detour to meet her Aussie Rhodie pals at St. Johns...the twists and turns of people to see and things to do are never ending in a town like Oxford, its like a twilight zone for a party of 1 + infinity (living optional).

On Sunday I woke up quite early (fucking calypso alarm clock went off, irritating Serini and I) and was able to catch Anne Marie on the phone. That lucky bitch is currently in Los Angeles on a audit job and earlier I gave her instruction to track down the Julie Andrews Hollywood walk of fame star, but knowing Anne Marie her search started same place it ended ( to imply where it continued) and that would be her hotel room bed. Sure enough, that is where my phone call found her. After waking up all of Serini's floor with my phone cackling and shouting, Serini made me a delicious breakfast and I hung around with her until my venture back into London. It was tres depressing...think Shadow falling through the dusty board floors in Homeward Bound...to have to rush back, especially when it was to get back to London in order to conference call with your boss only to get home and discover the woman neglected to send her home contact details!!!


Then there was the week with some of this and some of that which leads me to where I began, on my couch watching Fringe...on to this weekend I say we go and to the Falafel-Waffle party I am throwing at mine tomorrow....let the overeating mayhem begin!