on this fine monday afternoon, I’d like to introduce you to - horrendous polo shirt boy.
I’ll do my utmost to catalogue his demise into fashion suicide over the coming weeks, but for now, here’s monday’s turquoise and grey number. I promise this guy really out-does himself every day..
i’m quite enjoying this shared people watching, it’s what I spend most of my time doing at work :)
puss, j x
developing a nice cover of michael jackson, watch this space for advances :)
so this is one of my favourite albums of all time. if you haven’t heard sigur rós, they’re incredible. icelandic, progressive.. just divine. my two favourite albums are this one (‘with a buzz in our ears we play endlessly’ in english) and takk which is equally as beautiful.
just for you, i’ve searched out and botched together a youtube playlist of með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust. i think it’s pretty important you give this album a go, especially if you like my music. (it’s so much better..)
incase you were wondering, the song ‘festival’ is in hopelandic the invented language which jónsi, the lead singer, writes the melodies in (basically just beautiful humming)
hope you enjoy listening, on this lovely sunny march sunday. most importantly, if you like the songs - go and buy the album. expect much more on these guys.
puss, j x
this is mine and vicky’s attempt at red velvet cake. baked over 24 hours (after a slight technical hitch with the oven’s thermostat) but turned out lovely :)
click through to see the recipe we used, worth giving it a go. (bearing in mind I’ve never baked a cake before today)
ah yes, gotta love curling up with a new recommended book (courtesy of lottie) between recording and mastering…
I don’t doubt that it’ll be a comfy read, but I’ll let you know on due course
puss, j x
I learned a new solo card game today :)
everyone knows how to play solitaire, but you need a metre square table to play it on, and it never remains as tidy or easy to set up and burn through as it is on the computer. to add to that, there’s not even the smallest element of finesse to the game, it’s just awkward…
the much improved Swedish version I learned this evening from my buddy mårten is ‘idioten’ (or ‘the idiots’) - which I will attempt to teach you.
take the shuffled pack of cards and lay four cards in a row. high cards cancel any revealed lower cards of the same suit, eg your four cards are queen of spades, 2 of spades, 3 of hearts and 4 of clubs. Here, the 2 of spades would then be discarded, and since there are no more cards to cancel out, you would deal 4 more cards on top of those left on the table. when a spare ‘slot’ appears, you can move a card over just as in solitaire..
the aim of the game is to be left with the 4 aces - but of course there is approximately a 1 in 450-odd chance of winning.
I hope that’s explained the gist sufficiently, give it a go - I guarantee it’s one of the best time fillers when you have a pack of cards available
puss j x
melon + salt. nomnom :)
if you’ve never tried said combination, I know it sounds weird and fairly disgusting (not to mention carcinogenic) but it really is divine.
works way better with watermelon, with some chilli powder! honestly, give it a whirl next time you see a watermelon in tesco, bang tidy health snacking :)
giving up full sugar drinks for lent has it’s pros.
fanta zero is actually pretty nice :)
getting home from job 3 (promo in newcastle) at 2am, to begin job 2 (groundskeeping) at 7.30am is beginning to take it’s toll.
the upside is that most of my most creative music ideas come in the early hours on the drive home, so i guess it’s not all that bad.
i never really grasped how important routine is.
i’m working as a groundskeeper at a large office block locally at the moment to earn a bit of cash while i’m at home, and routine (which has never really been a huge part of my life outside the studio) is beginning to seem so important to me. Yes, i am beginning to develop my own routine (which is oddly rewarding) but it’s not so much my own conscious effort as those around me which contributes most to the daily grind.
take for example my favourite part of the day, around 37 mins after beginning our lunch at 12, a phenomenal routine-crossover happens. Four fellas from India (or Bangladesh, possibly even Pakistan?) arrive in the break room, clutching tuppaware boxes in plastic bags - and as if spontaneously - microwave up an array of gastronomic delights from their countries of origin. in a predominantly Caucasian office block of more than 1000 employees in Newcastle. I attempted to capture this in a sly photo (however my phone was on loud, so the cherchink was fairly conspicuous, epic fail)
it’s the little things you have to cherish.
