Soulfood with Lakshmi
Another dire night's sleep. Consequently walking about like a brain donor again. Morning spent working on various manuscripts, until lunchtime when Lakshmi visited me, and met Calliope who bit her handbag.
Had a pleasant afternoon mooching about Brighton. Nosing in a second hand bookshop, with Lakkers on her endless search for PG Wodehouse books, and myself thumbing through ancient poetry collections. Then we made off for Momma Cherri's Soul Food Shack, made famous after it featured in a Gordon Ramsay TV show. It was a raging success for a while, but on a rainy Tuesday lunchtime the place was virtually empty.
The food was fine, although did not make my eyes pop out with amazement, and the staff very pleasant. Lakshmi tried a little of both jambalaya and gumbo, whereas I stuck to meatballs in a roll, with their own coleslaw and corn bread. All rather nice and freshly made, and worth visiting again. Then a bracing walk on the pier, followed by a pause in the glorious Mock Turtle where I had a cup of Horlicks (a trip down memory lane I am not in a hurry to repeat). Then drifting into various shops until we reached Madhatters where many hats were tried on and Lakshmi came away with a fetching cap.
So tired by this evening I could hardly think. However I discovered have been contacted about quite a beefy bit of freelance work, perfectly timed to boost finances pre-Christmas.
In the evening watched a disgusting programme called Born Survivor with someone improbably called Bear Grylls, who was busy scooping out camel innards and squeezing liquid from its stomach contents to drink, as well as demonstrating how you could use the carcass to hide in, should you be caught in a sandstorm. Later he bit the off the head of a live frog. Mad but entertaining in a testosterone fuelled way.
Spoke to Lorraine on the phone this evening, who'd had a long day, and as we were chatting Calliope knocked a pint of water over me. I wondered what Bear would have done with her.
Another dire night's sleep. Consequently walking about like a brain donor again. Morning spent working on various manuscripts, until lunchtime when Lakshmi visited me, and met Calliope who bit her handbag.
Had a pleasant afternoon mooching about Brighton. Nosing in a second hand bookshop, with Lakkers on her endless search for PG Wodehouse books, and myself thumbing through ancient poetry collections. Then we made off for Momma Cherri's Soul Food Shack, made famous after it featured in a Gordon Ramsay TV show. It was a raging success for a while, but on a rainy Tuesday lunchtime the place was virtually empty.
The food was fine, although did not make my eyes pop out with amazement, and the staff very pleasant. Lakshmi tried a little of both jambalaya and gumbo, whereas I stuck to meatballs in a roll, with their own coleslaw and corn bread. All rather nice and freshly made, and worth visiting again. Then a bracing walk on the pier, followed by a pause in the glorious Mock Turtle where I had a cup of Horlicks (a trip down memory lane I am not in a hurry to repeat). Then drifting into various shops until we reached Madhatters where many hats were tried on and Lakshmi came away with a fetching cap.
So tired by this evening I could hardly think. However I discovered have been contacted about quite a beefy bit of freelance work, perfectly timed to boost finances pre-Christmas.
In the evening watched a disgusting programme called Born Survivor with someone improbably called Bear Grylls, who was busy scooping out camel innards and squeezing liquid from its stomach contents to drink, as well as demonstrating how you could use the carcass to hide in, should you be caught in a sandstorm. Later he bit the off the head of a live frog. Mad but entertaining in a testosterone fuelled way.
Spoke to Lorraine on the phone this evening, who'd had a long day, and as we were chatting Calliope knocked a pint of water over me. I wondered what Bear would have done with her.
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