Links For Thursday 16th April 2009

Brain Freeze

I keep feeling like I want to write a long blog post about something. And Then I come to sit and write, and I have no idea what I want to write about. This is very peculiar. Theoretically, I owe Hester and Andrea a topic each, but I’m not happy with either of the pieces I’ve got half written, as one of them is just a paean to the general aceness of my various flatmates over the years (which, while it would be lovely and ego-stroking for them to read, lacks entertainment value, and besides, if they haven’t got the idea that I think they’re ace by now, there is no bloody hope) and the other basically reads “advanced theoretical physics makes my head hurt”.

I dunno what to write about. So if anyone feels like suggesting topics for me, I’ll be delighted to at least consider them. Ever wondered what I think about something that’s important to you? Well now’s your chance to watch me detonate our friendship when you discover that I think it’s a pile of rancid donkey toss!

Yeah, this really wasn’t a very useful post was it?

Links For Wednesday 15th April 2009

Links For Tuesday 14th April 2009

  • An interview with a man who reckons that he's designed logos for 90% of the fried chicken restaurants in London. The thought occurs that I don't ever note the names of these places. I refer to them all by one catch-all term that I stole from a friend "the local branch of Rank Chicken". I don't know if that's an endorsement of his work of a condemnation of it.

Links For Friday 10th April 2009

Links For Thursday 9th April 2009

A Recommendation:

I am posting just to say: if you are not watching riotclitshave then you fucking well should be. It is the best round-up of weird, wonderful, absurd, and occasionally horrible, images that I know. Every time I finish looking at a particular set of pictures, I am comforted that the world is a better, stranger and more interesting place than I thought it was.

Here, for example, is one of today’s images.

Someone out there in the world genuinely has that inked on them. Either the world is a marvellous, entertaining, fucked up place, or we urgently need a nuclear armageddon to scourge the face of the earth with white hot fire. I’m good with either.

Vesper

Vesper

As part of our birthday celebrations the other week, Steve and I went to the bar at Dukes for the finest martinis in London, and therefore the world. We both wound up having Ian Fleming’s classic Vesper Martini, which I reproduce here. It is even more delicious than the photo makes it look.