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Wednesday, 9 March 2011

If I have time this sunday I will...

make a film on my mobile phone at The BFI as part of the BIRDS EYE VIEW festival celebrating women and film.

Busaba and me


They call it a Thai eatery. I call it heaven, if anything closely ressembling that exists in London. I know everyone here also loves Busaba, otherwise it wouldn't take jumping the queue (using the age-old "I'm with another group inside pretext") but I am slightly obsessed by their curries, all colourful and warm, never quite filling enough for you to want to leave at closing time. I am also taken by the incense they burn, as they lovingly trying to lull you into a state of zen so that possibly your urban-fuelled adrenalin might just settle enough for your appetite to come back and raid the restaurant. My goal: to see if all the Busabas in London are identical i.e is the coat hanger in exactly the same place in all of them?

Monsieur on meditation

Upon exiting a calming and enlightening meditation class, Monsieur says the following in a particularly relaxed manner,

" By the way, I am never going back there..."

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

Me llamo Eduardo...


Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros have made it all the way over to London on their little magnetic carpets so here is one of their songs in Spanish. Get excited.

http://www.myspace.com/edwardsharpe/music/songs/Kisses-Over-Babylon-53189334

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

Miro Miro on the wall!!!!

Joan Miró The Escape Ladder, 1940

Over 150 painting by this Catalan artist and over sixty years work goes on show at The Tate Modern from April 14th, which is the day I start my holidays so you may just spot me splitting hairs over the meanings of surrealism.

She Keeps Bees

A song called Stutter. A better day.


Daylesford Blues



I went to this place on Westbourne Grove on my week off and didn't dare touch anything, didn't order anything nor did I actually make any moves to buy anything.. I just walked through it, like the Little Matchstick girl imagining what life is really like in these wonderfully abundant and almost mockingly extravagant delis. The Food doctor was eating there (maybe he has a week off too which makes us Notting Hill soul brother and sister) and I was quite envious of the discipline he showed when refraining from multiple cakes.