Today, I feel

like this.

Fuck it

I wasn't going to post it because it was so obviously brilliant that posting it just seemed a bit too bloody obvious, but then it is the best thing I think I have ever seen and it is Friday, so here you go: chimps in après ski outfits, skating to the theme tune from "Rocky". Amazing.

I am in favour of Crystal Swing

And I know for a fact that you will be too.



If you would like to find out more about them, you may do so here.

I am back

... In the Canada and in one piece. However, the sheer joy of seeing all old friends, family etc in a) London; and b) Amsterdam has caused my brain to actually and literally turn in on itself, and I am able only suck the Marmite off cold toast and think about the dinner we had at the River Café on Saturday night to celebrate MonkeyMother's 40th birthday and how, if I could, I would only ever cook out of the Ottolenghi cookbook and - brace yourselves for a (very) surprising comment! - buy clothes from Marks & Spencer and (less surprisingly) various interesting shops in the Amsterdam.

And drink in the Coach & Horses in Romilly Street and buy shoes at Pied à Terre and socks at Paul Smith and be able to buy Berocca and Hula-Hoops and listen to Radio 4 in real time and watch good telly at literally any time of day or night, and see my pals ALL THE TIME and be able to buy strong ginger beer in cans and drink it when I have a hangover and be miraculously CURED.

Anway. Normal service will be resumed once something interesting happens, e.g. I explain what happens when the pathologist is pushed too far by the noisy neighbours and calls the police.* In the meantime, here are some holiday snaps.












* Not much. The police come, tell them to shut up, and go home. The party stops. The neighbours have an argument. We all go to sleep.

I am otherwise engaged

... but back soon, once dresses have been explained, drinks drunk, Canada explained and tears forced by a German and a Moroccan put in their context. And all that without the infinite Russian photograph dolls. Is too much.

All is lovely, mind.

Pip pip

NWM