Thursday, 25 August 2011

Overheard #37

In the girl's toilet of a gay club.

Girl Looking For Friend in Cubicle:
Gay Bloke Coming Out of Cubicle: No love I'm not Hannah, but I am gay.

Friday, 19 August 2011


And the sun sets the scene, while the rain misses me
And all the time I'll be growing, growing up beside you

Also loving the hilarious and unnecessary old man on backing vocals and cymbals.

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Benny & Joon

Just watched this film for the millionth time. It never gets old. Much like Johnny Depp. That's a lie, he's getting a bit ropey now. Anyway, here he is being funny and looking beautiful.

Pimms Jam

So, I'm currently obsessed with making jam. The latest and most awesome of my jammy ventures was thought-up by Fergus: Pimms Jam.

Oh my goodness it is yummy, and it's helping towards my aim of having both fruit and alcohol with every meal.

Here's the recipe (for 1 jar):

Pimms Jam Recipe

400g Strawberries
100g Apple*
1 Orange
1 Lemon
Mint Leaves
450g Sugar
100-200ml Pimms

1. Cut the strawberries and apple into teensy pieces and boil with just enough water to cover.
2. When mooshy, push through a sieve into a heavy-bottomed pan (they make the rocking world go round). Throw the dried mush away.
3. Add 450g sugar to the sieved liquid. Add the zest of an orange, and the juice of a lemon. Add several fresh mint leaves.
4. Boil until it reaches 105 degrees, or, if you don't have a thermometer, put a few blobs on a pre-chilled plate and if they quickly solidify then your jam will set.
5. Add 100-200ml of Pimms, depending how strong you want it.
6. Bring to the boil again, but not for long.
7. Put jam into a sterilsed jar.

I have made Pimms Jam Tarts, which are very nice. Next stop is Pimms Jam cream tea! Ooooh...!

*I realise apples aren't very pimmsy, but they are necessary for the pectin.

Tuesday, 16 August 2011


"When you are young, 20 or 25, you go out with your friends and you eat and drink and talk, and you have a good time. You don’t even care about the food. You know there’s food because one of the drinks is chewy.

Sometimes you wake up in your own house or somebody else’s, and you think ‘Hurray, the teleporter worked again!'"

-- Dylan Moran

I totally saw him live, and he was awesome.

Friday, 12 August 2011


Serge Gainsbourg repulses me aesthetically, but also just by sheer fact of being.

I mean just look at that pervy French face! His eyelids are so exhausted from looking down ladies tops they're dragging themselves down his face towards his bristly jowls. You just know he reeks of sweat, garlic and tobacco. The only reason he smokes so much anyway is to conceal the smoke emitted from his burning desire to shag everything he sees.

So that's how I feel about Serge Gainsbourg.