Simpsons donut

This is a donut.

This is a donut like the ones the Simpsons do eat


The Rudest Hairdresser in Britain!

I found myself at a loose end this morning, after a great rehearsal last night, and after dropping P off at school (dressed as The Mad Hatter for World Book Day). Following recent observations on the length of my flowing silver locks, etc. I decided on a visit to the barbers – City Barbers in Portslade, folks!
I went in, there was no-one waiting. A young lad emerged from the back room (the usual proprietor who does a good haircut not there I guess). I noticed an overpowering STINK of meat and garlic. Cooking smell, not just a lingering aroma on the clothes/breath. Vile, and VERY strong. I went to sit down, but didn’t think it was strange of me to enquire “What IS that smell?”
“Chicken” he said “from the kitchen”.
“What, are you cooking chicken for breakfast?” I enquired.
“Yes, don’t you like it?” – it was about here that the conversation started to wierd me out.
“Not really, it’s a bit foul” – I tried to introduce a Carry-On pun into the convo.
“Don’t you like chicken then?” – here we go. I explain that actually I don’t eat meat at all, but if I did I’m not sure I would want to smell this in a hairdressers at 8.30 in the morning.
He snapped at me – “What do you eat then? Chips?”
At this point I was sitting down ready to be haircutted. I glimpsed his fiery eyes in the mirror, got up and left, muttering about the smell.
Frankly, I’m still a bit freaked out, and I suppose the search for a new hairdressers is on…

Shopping | Tiredness | Ouch!

Little shopping trip into town yesterday to get an anniversary present for lovely. A short tour of Brighton’s shoe shops ensued, finally culminating in the purchase of a fine pair of boots. So there – a small luncheon was consumed (with a truly great coffee) in the little Italian place I can’t remember the name of, then we bussed back home for a quiet evening in, watched Spider Man, it was quite good – I do like Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst.

I am still so absolutely bone-tired, though the dreaded lurgey has left me. It was good practice for the bird ‘flu.

This morning, I was reversing the car skilfully out of the drive, with both windows open, leaning out of the driver’s window to see behind – when suddenly! Ouch! L pushed the button to close the window, trapping my upper lip, nose and head in the closing glass. How we laughed!

Skule | Brighton

The juniors: going well for Pip so far, she’s happy – but – lots of parents not very happy with the strictness of the new teach. Evidently she has been “complained about” in the past – rudeness to children, rudeness to parents, short temper, no feedback, etc etc etc. Some of the presents parents have already suffered from “being told off”, and are very unhappy. Well, I suppose as long as Pip’s happy, I am too. She seems to be coping with the work relatively well, though says she’s tired, poor lamb.

Weekend last our house was choc-a-bloc with visitors from Chelmsford. We entertained as best we could, with L taking ’em to the beach on Saturday while I worked, then a “shopping excursion” based around their young daughter finding, to quote FZ, “a pair of jeans to fit her butt”. We had an enjoyable time but rushed past shops. I think they enjoyed it, cosmo Brighton on a sunny day is a lovely place, even though the bus in did smell of sick. We had a lovely lunch – we tried to eat in Waikikamoocow, but it had been taken over (we ate in its replacement, the name of which escapes me) – I do hope the original MooCow in the North Laines is still going, as I was fond of that place – it was the first restaurant I took Pip to as a baby!

A Series of Pleasant Experiences

“A Series of Unfortunate Events” at the cinema – what can I say? Brilliant!

A nice walk along the marina wall after the cinema – brilliant!

Lovely meal (aubergine main and fig/coffee pudding) – brilliant!

Driving home singing/shouting “he/she drives me Crazy” (substituting various names of our acquaintance) – brilliant!

“Home on the Range” on DVD – brilliant!

Being in love with my wife and offspring – mmm lovely, I’m lucky.

Knife Wounds, Tescos

Pip had a corking time with yet more ballroom dancing last night, “Champion of Champions”. I have formally decided that I love Jill Halfpenny.

Tesco’s delivered our Christmas Shopping last evening, but minus the wine, dairy and coffee, resulting in wasted time on a helpline with festive muzak dribbling my ears.

Later, “The Thin Red Line” (the Terrance Malik film, not the sitcom). Magnifico, if not at all festive.

The news is full of a madman knife spree, all around our old stomping grounds, Edmonton, Tottenham, etc.