Archive for January, 2008

Somewhere Else

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

Yesterday, I was able to wave farewell to the last of this session’s exam papers. The hideous business of coping with scripts has dominated my life for the last three weeks, and thus, I emerged, blinking, today, feeling a bit like a battery chicken who has found the coop door mysteriously open. It […]

Hobo Chic

Monday, January 28th, 2008

I am delighted to say that when the Northern Gentleman was shambling about the streets of Aberdeen, muttering; he found himself (without any solicitation on his part) in receipt of: a tangerine, a bunch of grapes. 4p in cash, a cigarette, and the comment, from a genuine local homeless person who had spotted the […]


Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

Maddened by the many and various demands on our time, we are composing a Cad’s Song. So far, we have the chorus:
Oh, I’m off to Bordighera on a one-way ticket
And I’m never, never, never coming back
If you find you’re stuck with batting on a really sticky wicket
Then you might as well go home and pack.
I’m […]

15 seconds of fame

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

The Northern Gentleman has gone off to be in a film. We have a Film Studies unit at the Vinegar Works, and where there’s a FSU, there is bound, sooner or later, to be some keenie or other trying to make a film. One such has emerged, and the N.G. has agreed to take a […]

The sincerest form of flattery

Monday, January 21st, 2008

One of the subjects which has been much under discussion hereabouts is The Man from Maryport’s book: this is a climbing thriller, and is not called The Swinging Detective, though someone suggested it should be, probably that sarky Dr Biswell. Anyway, the draft was read by various household members, and commented on. I have been […]

Missing you already

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

The Man from Maryport contrived to get himself here from Heathrow (considerably harder, in the present state of things, than getting himself half-way across the world), bearing with him a variety of useful and acceptable gifts, striped cotton, things made with chillies, and ostrich biltong, to which the Northern Gentleman and I have become mildly […]

Trail Hound Drama

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

In the course of yesterday it became more and more obvious that Ben the Trailhound was limping. Leaped one five-barred gate too many, we reckoned, but then became more concerned as it seemed to be getting worse not better. We had a date in the Vinegar Works, but we went off with some confidence since […]

Crack for Kittens?

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

Someone, the Hamster-Loving Hippie, I think, gave Miss Kit a lovely Christmas present. A kind of Tesco cat-treat. I found the packet the other day and in a moment of general indulgence, opened it up and gave her one. Miss Kit is very far from being a greedy cat. She clamours for a bit of […]

Bothy Fun

Monday, January 14th, 2008

There is another burst of bothy-related activity, instigated by the Gamekeeper, who is a bit short of work in this dodgy weather — it’s beautiful today in fact, but it has not been exactly suitable for shinning up trees for quite a while, and various of his other avocations seem to be seasonally fallow. He […]

And another thing

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

I have just been through the spam filter, and was struck by a new and annoying development: there was 90% sex as always, film stars with their kit off, promise of augmentation to organs one doesn’t even own, promise of pornography of all descriptions, some of which suggests a level of sadness which is completely […]

Trailhounds …

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

Miss Best Friend continues to be very shocked by Ben the Trailhound and his disobedience. We have found him susceptible to three things: firstly, the Apparitional Gamekeeper’s dog-whispering (he becomes strangely good, if not for very long), secondly, Dr Biswell snarling, with a full Cockney lift and spin on relevant vowels, ’sling it, Smiler’, and […]

Re-entry, aaaargh

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

Hey-ho, back in the jug agane, and discovering all the things I couldn’t quite bear to do in the last days of last term … and how many of them there are … I am now diligently compiling lists of marks, pushing paper in many directions, and generally, trying to GET A GRIP. We are […]

Another Year, Another Calendar

Saturday, January 5th, 2008

The Calendar is an annual problem, to which various solutions of taste proposed by the Tasteful, alas, do not quite answer the household’s inner needs. Two years ago, I found the Professor a Labrador Calendar, which delighted him so much that he insisted on another for 2007 — I successfully managed to find him […]

Lovely Presents

Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

We are saying goodbye to Kingstown tomorrow, so a little gastronomy seemed in order. I decided it might be nice to make a crème brulée; for two reasons, the first being that the filling from Christmas’s Boston Cream Pie struck me as eminently adaptable for this purpose, and the second, that it is an old […]

Happy New Year

Tuesday, January 1st, 2008

Happy New Year, everyone, and love from the Deep North. The Man from Maryport left us at lunchtime, with decent expressions of regret, but with a certain South-oriented gleam in his eye. His sense that he might perhaps have had enough of les delices du Nord to be going on with was perhaps enhanced by […]