Not actually, but the cupboard of my kitchenette here near the rue Faubourg Saint-Antoine smells of glorious unpasteurised Camembert (the texture of Tasmanian/King Island brie/camembert is excellent, but pasteurisation kills the best part of the taste). We have been buying… Read More ›
Month: December 2006
Happy Solstice
It’s nearly dawn here in London, although back in Sydney the sun is about to set on Solstice day. This is the reason for the season. If plans had worked out slightly differently, I would be at Stonehenge this morning… Read More ›
Seeya Warnie
So Shane’s retiring. Enjoy your mooted commentary career, and try and behave yourself. Georgina has a post up at LP, and Shaun has one up at Sidelined. A lot of the commentary has been about his sexual infidelities, which don’t… Read More ›
London
On Monday we landed at 5:30am local time, checked in to our hotel and went walking. We ended up at the Natural History Museum and the Science Museum, which were about 1km away, and then came back to the hotel… Read More ›
Toodle-pip
Off on hols in an hour. Posting is intended, but may not be realised, as we travel. I will have email access every few days, so I do intend to keep in touch. The cat is very peeved. She’s not… Read More ›
Neither of my Blue Mountains nieces is 8 years old
So my dread on reading this headline was shortlived. Girl, 8, drowns in Blue Mountains pool Thank you, considerate subeditor. Obviously, whenever a child drowns someone blames themselves for not supervising carefully enough. The parents and any other adult who… Read More ›
Friday wet and furry
Well, this time on Sunday Australian time I will be in the air, asleep, on the way to Europe for Christmas and New Year. For New Year’s Eve we will be in Norway, and mr tog and I are crossing… Read More ›
They’re coming to take me away ha-ha
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey. Pharyngula got Nicola Tesla and The Countess got Caligula. Pout.
Bring in the real women
Repellent, it appears, is the mot-de-semaine: I think American society would benefit greatly if we got rid of all the Sara Jessica Parker wannabe stinky swanks and sent them to the deepest arm pits of Africa. We should then bring… Read More ›
Smith, Smith and missing the mark
mr tog and I settled down to watch a popcorn flick on cable the other night: Mr and Mrs Smith. When we saw the trailers for its cinema release, we both thought that while it wasn’t worth cinema prices we… Read More ›
Hoyden About Town 