The lovely autumn weather on Saturday was particularly suited to breakfasting in Walthamstow market with a Scottish spinster and Mr Spellcnut. We ate at a new Portuguese place (but we had a full English each). The Scottish spinster has a mouse in her flat and has been sleeping in her bath for a few nights as “they can’t scramble up the sides and bite me”. Is it any wonder she is a spinster? The flash is back and Topshop had stock so I bought a pair. The most embarrassing plimsoll when I was at school is now retro-cool and hopefully some of this will rub off on me.
I threw up on Friday night. I ate Chinese food, popcorn, ice cream and Maltesers while watching House Of Wax on DVD. It was very gory and caused reverse gluttony which meant I went to bed with an empty stomach. Perhaps it was Paris Hilton that made me subconsciously purge (she wasn’t half bad in the film).
Monster In Law had two good bits but I can’t remember them now. Oceans Twelve was pleasant. Very Euro-arty with a convoluted plot and lovely scenery (and Scott Caan is so dreamy). I rode my bike up and down the Lea Valley canal on Saturday afternoon and the sunset from the Waterworks roundabout looking West along the North Circular was splendid (city folk eh! easy pleased). On Sunday we took a muddy stroll up Parliament Hill with our dog and a flask of hot tea and then came home via Golders Green and a Jewish deli where we bought bagels and deep fried latka. Paul Anka singing Nirvana, Soundgarden and Pet Shop Boys songs has been amusing this weekend and I rediscovered the significance of the first three Magazine albums (significance in relation to today’s young rockers I mean). I only owned Secondhand Daylight at the time but somehow know all the tracks from the other two. Remember at school when army haversacks used to be painted with your favourite album cover by the school fine artist/graphic designer (usually for 40 ciggies)? Well, someone at my school had the cover from Real Life painted on his and I was dead jealous.