Category: Object-ification

In which I moan and whinge about “things”– purchased, consumed, drunken, and otherwise.

The Big Surprise

It’s my birthday week (yes… I do get a whole week. Why? What do you get?) so naturally friends have been gearing up for a month or so with plans, even though I told them not to (ha ha). Actually, in light of the developments surrounding my dysfuntional body, I wasn’t feeling much up for…

The Abominable SNOWMAN!!

…Or, More Love-Hate Consumerism at Christmas Time RARR!!! Spend bad. Me no like spend. Jesus baby manger good. RARR!!! Plastic Baby Jesus manger, made China, Wal-Mart shop! BADD! RARR!!! Errr… err… Star sky night…good … err.. Lights, many, hole ozone…eRRR RARRR!! Make ice melt! Make Snowman melt! RARARRR! BAD! Snowman? Light? Err… err… Me confused.…

Karaoke King

Colin Phillips, Karaoke King. K-Box, Cranbourne Mansions Private Karaoke Room The Berlin Room! Leiceister Square Saturday Night Colin did Sinatra and ABBA proud, and sang along with gusto. Maybe it was the Tsingo Taos talking. Or the influence of our Chinese friends we were with. Or maybe Colin really IS the next American Idol. Anyway,…

All the Plastic in the World

Lately I’ve been thinking about Little House on the Prairie. Not the books, but the show, with Melissa Gilbert and her pigtails flying. One of my favorite characters was Mr. Olsen. Not because he was so nice and long-suffering, with the noisy wife and spoiled children. No, I remember him because of his store. Inside…

Crazy Homies Mexican Dream…

Or, Eating Whacked Burros in a Basement The lengths I will go to for tequila and salsa. We threw a flat-warming for our friends (which meant we had to actually MOVE. I am still suffering dial-up for this.) The result was a very good restaurant recommendation, inspired by our featured drink. The beverage de la…

Fruitstock Juices Us

Colin and I were lured by the people streaming through Regent’s Park. I told Frances “it looked like the Trail of Tears, with strollers and picnics.” Colin and I were heading home, from a missed attempt at the Marylebone Farmer’s Market when we stumbled on this. The thing I really like about Innocent Juices product…

Crikey! Cricket!

Just when I thought it MIGHT be safe to go to work at the pub again. Nawp. Sure every other pub in town is sighing with relief at the death of England in the World Cup, but not in this neighborhood. Things are just getting HOT here, and when I say HOT, we aren’t joking.…

5-7 Units

I’d like to stop. I’m not addicted. I don’t have to have it. The problem is, I don’t, technically, have to give it up yet. No zygote. No pregnancy. No excuse. So why say ‘no’ to just one glass? Just one pint? Just one dram? Sigh. And one, plus one, plus one and, well it’s…

Full English Breakfast

After Renee Zellweger made the first Bridget Jones movie, she was quoted in an interview as telling the world how much she liked beans on toast. I don’t like beans on toast. I don’t eat them. I think baked beans on toast are gross, most especially in the morning. It isn’t the beans that offend…

If you like pina coladas…

Frances and I were coming home from the West End recently, about 10:30 or so, on the Bakerloo Line. We were chatting in our normal voices — louder than most Londoners would shout if they saw the number 189 bus careening toward their dear old granny but much quieter than my beloved and now-deceased Uncle…