I am preparing for Christmas

Radiohead do Joy Division

Not much else to say really. And anyway, I am busy taking photographs of porridge for my new foodblog.



Oh, and there's also Radiohead covering The Smiths.



Sigh.

I have made a new blog

Yes, it is true. I am being unfaithful, and now have "a bit on the side", in the form of a web-blog full of bad photographs of random foodstuffs and food-related items. "Why is that?", I hear you cry. The answer is simple:  90% of the time, I am thinking about what I am going to either cook or shop for or eat next.

I am also trying not to be such a fatty fatster, but this time (cough), it is quite easy and relatively entertaining.  "How can that be?", you murmur,  your loving synapses confused by memories of cake-chat and biscuits.  "Well", I reply, sucking on my small clay pipe and taking a minuscule sip from a glass of low-sugar absinthe, "I have realised that most of the fun is in the shopping and cooking and doing new things, and trying to cook delicious things that are good for you day after day is quite the challenge. Biscuit?"  True fact.

Anyway, this isn't a diet blog thing, no way José, yes sirree Bob.  It is just photographs of food-related items. It is here. Let me know what you think (as long as you are very complimentary).

Pip "Multi-tasking" Pip!

NWM

I share more photosnaps from my recent jaunt to gay Paree

Next week, my travels take me to Texas.  I have little to say about this, other than that I shall travel with a camera "fully-loaded", and endeavour take photographs that will capture the essence of this, the biggest-hatted of the United States of America.

Anyway, to business: some more photographs of gay Paree, scene of my childhood and where, in my head, I will live one day, eating tiny éclairs and drinking tisane, wearing turban hats and pearls and smoking cigarettes out of the side of my mouth.

Here goes. The bride arrived outside the Opéra (building, not singing ladies etc) in a white stretch limo, and was accompanied by 3 stylists, two of them carrying sequinned shoes.   (NB: there is a chance I may  'have' to go and live in Paris for a couple of weeks, which clearly would be rubbish - so if you know of anything magical and not in all the guide books, will you let me know?)

Galeries Lafayette Christmas lights and the heads of thousands of crazed shoppers.

Urban foxes captured shortly after having broken in to the Galeries Lafayette Christmas window(s).

In other news, one of my dearest friends sent us a belated wedding present.  I had a little watery-eyed moment. If you like it, you can get one here.  (NB: that is not our wall. It is the wall of the maker of the poster.)

I hope you like it. I do. 

Pip "A litte more than enough to drink" pip!

NWM

I reveal the dangerous consequences of living with a veterinary histopathologist

"When you saw that photograph of the pigs in the cake shop in Paris, did you know I would buy you one?".  "Yes", replied my husband (a French-Canadian veterinary histopathologist who spends much of his day examining slices of pig that are a hundredth of a millimetre thick), "I did".

"And would you like to eat it?". "Yes", he said. "I would."

**WARNING** Contains images of live necropsy*.

Do not say I didn't warn you.

Pip "And the cake was delicious too!" Pip

NWM

* Like an autopsy, but for non-humans.