My daughter ran into a lamp post today. This happened because she was not looking where she was going.
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My daughter ran into a lamp post today. This happened because she was not looking where she was going.
Tiny wee fossils of bacteria have been found on meteors which have landed here from outer space, as published last week in the Journal of Cosmology. These are the findings of a Ph.D NASA man. Here is a slide of what he may have seen. Because he has done a Ph.D he is most likely right.
Have a look: http://JournalofCosmology.com/Life101.html
Homosexuality was Illegal in Nazi Germany. Those convicted were either castrated, or later sentenced to death in concentration camps.
Gay Prisoners were made to wear a pink triangles and within the camps were continually harassed and beaten.
So I am home. My first shift as a chef. Probably my last. I prepared a zillion salmon on toasts, cheese biscuits, and arrancini, whilst at the same time noting the large (caged) Boa Constrictor a foot to my right. I then noticed a plastic tub by my salmon which I presumed to be some sort of garnish. It was, in fact 2 dead, part defrosted mice. Mr Constrictor’s dinner.
The hostess came in, put one of the mice on a side plate and popped it into the Aga.
I then had the pleasure of watching (after said mouse had reached body temp in the oven) my first ever snake-eat-mouse-whole experience. All whilst adding a dainty slice of pickled cucumber to the salmon canapes. I am sure there may have been a few snakes at this high flying canape party, but I saw a real one.
What a night. I loved it, even though I produced lines and lines of canapes like something from the army. Chefs, I salute you.
I have decided to try some new experiences so I can write about them. Today I am going to be a canape chef. I am going to wear the full chefs outfit and will be assisting at the private event of a prolific art dealer near Sloane Square. I can’t wait. Just tying my hair back now and getting ready to go and start prepping the canapes in the events company’s kitchen. I hope I am good.
I’ll be finished around 11pm and will blog it asap after that.
Here is a ‘before’ picture. I will take an ‘after’ when I get home. I bet I’ll look a bit like Val Kilmer in Heat after he has been shot
I went out for dinner last night in Soho. A small restaurant called Giovanni’s. We experienced the most silent and bizarre chef/waiter who would neither speak to us or look at us. He was a hoot:
I then had the pleasure of realising that I was surrounded by images of the owner, of about 5″2 in height alongside David Hasselhoff:
There was even the Carbonara “alla The Hoff” available on the menu.
Our waiter warmed to us in the end, as we (my friend, Anna and I) realised the best, no, only way we could communicate with him was through men. Fortunately Thom was with us. It was just women he hated in the end. Phew. That’s OK then.