Is it true that all they serve at the Tate Cafe at the Albert Dock is potatoes or have I been living in Lincolnshire too long?
April 2, 2013
April 1, 2013
View of part of Liverpool from the Maritime Museum
Wonderful view of part of Liverpool from the Maritime Museum. It’s a great blend of the historic and the modern.
Soup and fork
Latest in a series of surreal photos not taken by Salvador Dali. A fusion of food and art. click on the photo to find out where we were.
March 31, 2013
La Crepe Qui Rit
Probably the most expensive Crepe Suzette ever. It’s clearly a very posh part of the Albert Dock, presumably frequented by media stars and Premiership footballers though I didn’t see any there during our visit but there again it was Easter Saturday so they would have either been getting ready for a football match or away at their villa in San Tropez/Antigua/Isle of Wight (delete as appropriate – do people still go to St Tropez – it’s so yesterday dahling). Out of my league.
Either that or the most expensive typo. If so they must surely have wondered why nobody ever orders the Crepe Suzette.
La Crepe Rit, Albert Dock, Liverpool.
Voila.
Sleigh
Sleigh’s interest in reworking art historical movements, from the renaissance to the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, is reflected in her explicit paintings of male nudes, which subvert the art historical tradition of a male gaze directed at a naked female body. In addition to her focus on gender, she painted individuals affectionately and honestly, often including normalising details such as body hair. In this way she implicitly critiqued the idealisation of the human body in art, aiming to combat its objectification. Sleigh’s female gaze still has a powerful impact and the formal qualities of her painting seem poignantly contemporary.
Reproduced without permission from the Tate Liverpool. You have to ask yourself whether Sleigh would have written this herself. I may be wrong but she probably “just painted”.
Pommes de terre a la provencal
I like a spud: baked spud, chips, pommes Lyonaise, mash, shepherd’s pie, pommes Boulangere, gratin, fried, sauteed, steamed, plain boiled, Jersey Royal, King Edward, Maris Piper, Desiree, Charlotte, Pink Fir Apple, Dauphinoise, roast, crisps, salt and vineegar, plain, ready salted, cheese and onion, beef, roast chicken, jacket, skins, Fondant, Gallette,crushed, Rosti, Parisienne, french fries
March 30, 2013
The drill hall
There is something dark about the mask on the wall outside the Drill Hall – especially as dusk is approaching and you can see the light through the eye sockets
March 29, 2013
A fleeting moment in history
A collection of videos, once treasured, now consigned to history. Unwatchable though once unmissable, I found little difficulty in discarding. No wistful last looks back, metaphoric glance over the shoulder. Just cold emotion.
March 28, 2013
floral arrangement in the snow
There’s something WI flower show about this image or maybe even the Chelsea Flower Show. It would be a hugely expensive display to put on at Chelsea because of the cost of creating the artificial snow and stopping it from melting in June, or whenever they hold it. I’m not so bothered about the WI. They could arrange a flower show to suit. Not that I’m a member, obv. It would be quite easy for them to say “lets have another cake competition ladies” and to sling on a frozen flower exhibit/competition at the same time. They must have lots of baking competitions. That and knitting. It’s what they do, how they roll. That and calendars but we won’t go there…
There particular flower pots are better presented frozen and covered in snow because that way you can’t see that they have had the proverbial stuffing knocked out of them by footballing kids (also rugby and cricket – whatever the weather and time of year).
I will leave you with a message of hope. I hope it starts to get a bit warmer, melts this now and lets the flowers start growing again.
Ciao
Ropes
I like a bit of rope. Not the synthetic plasticky stuff you get these days. You know the good old fashioned rope they used to use in the days of sail. Good old fashioned rope is the sort of rope you want to own just to have, just to say you’ve got some in the garage or somewhere. Somewhere safe anyway. I don’t think I’d want to leave it in the shed. If she’d let me I’d probably have it coiled up in the corner of the living room, tidy. It can look very tidy coiled up in a circle on the deck of a ship. The rope in this photo isn’t coiled up nicely I know but there’s a time and place for coiling and obviously this wasn’t one of em. Anyway, like I said, I like rope.
March 27, 2013
Milk milk glorious milk
Five milk bottles in the fridge door,
Five milk bottles in the fridge door,
And if one milk bottle was consumed with cereal for breakfast
There’d be four milk bottles in the fridge door.
Four milk bottles in the fridge door,
Four milk bottles in the fridge door,
And if one milk bottle was drunk at lunchtime with some cheese sandwiches
There’d be three milk bottles in the fridge door.
Three milk bottles in the fridge door,
Three milk bottles in the fridge door,
And if one milk bottle was used to make milkshakes for the kids (banana)
There’d be two milk bottles in the fridge door.
Two milk bottles in the fridge door,
Two milk bottles in the fridge door,
And if one milk bottle was used for culinary purposes (misc, unspecified)
There’d be one milk bottle in the fridge door.
One milk bottle in the fridge door,
One milk bottle in the fridge door,
And if one milk bottle was used by anyone for any purposes other than to add to my cup of tea then someone had better look out cos
There’d be no milk bottles in the fridge door.
The end – you can pick your own tune if you like but I have set it to the obvious one.
Man holds down polycarbonate sheeting on roof rack using hand whilst driving
I’ve seen people hold onto their hats when it was windy. The other day I was driving behind a car that had a big length of polycarbonate sheeting on the roof rack. The sheeting was only held down on the roof rack by a could of thin elastic straps so he had his hand out of the window and was holding it down so that it didn’t flap as he drove along. I thought about whipping out the camera to take a picture. Not because I wanted to nab him – just because the vision was so surreal. I decided not to because had I done so I would have been as guilty as him in driving unsafely! Just shut your eyes and picture the scene!
nibbles at the intercontinental hotel park lane
This was a slightly surreal weekend. We went down 1st Class on the train to London and were staying at the Intercontinental Park Lane. That day the standard class carriages on the train were packed with members of the Unite Union going to a huge rally in Park Lane – protesting at government job cuts.
We were all going to the same destination except they were in the park and were were in a luxury 5 star hotel gazing down at them in the park.
Let them eat cake (olives) I shouted before ducking so that they couldn’t see who said it. I didn’t really:) I’m not that kind of guy.
We went out for an Indian meal with our friends Graham and Carol and then on to see Paul Merton at the Strand Theatre (I think it was the Strand – it was certainly on the Strand).
A good time was had by all. The photo is of the posh nibbles in the cocktail bar of the Intercontinental. V nice though at that price you would expect them to be.
Ciao