I’ve been spending a lot of time with my 9 year old niece, Tia, recently and I gave her an old Roald Dahl recipe book as she’s just started reading Matilda. She obviously wanted to bake the BEST recipe which also happens to be from Matilda. It was Bruce Bogtrotter’s Chocolate Cake from the bit in the story where he’s forced to eat the whole thing for being a greedy little pig.
It was made with 6 eggs, real butter and double cream…so as vegan as you can get basically, but apparently it tasted amazing. I made it as a kid and i remember thinking I could have died and gone to heaven at that exact point.
Kids are cool…
Almost done. It smelled sooo good…
Chow down…glaze = 1 x bar of plain chocolate + 225g double cream
“Amy! I’m famous look at this, i’ve got 36 views”
It’s funny how I must mentally block out all the inappropriate adverts around on the internet because while i was washing up and Tia was playing Pacman she yelled out “AMYYYY!! I clicked on this and this bad thing came up…Pacman doesn’t normally have that…?” which turned out to be pop up adverts for penis enlargement using the word “cock”. Good one internet. Great idea allowing that kind of sponsorship on a kid’s website. I’m just glad i didn’t have to explain why someone would want a penis enlargement…
I’ve been really struggling to articulate just how much turning 25 terrifies me. Everyone has been saying “oohhh come on now, 25 isn’t old!” Well, let’s just re-evalute this situation shall we? 25 may not be that old but when you are 25, living at home with your parents, dreaming about bygone days with no job or any clue of what direction you should take in regards to anything, 25 seems more depressing than ever. Like i’ve mentioned once before, my debilitating indecisiveness is …well just that. It seems i’ve spent half my twenties feeling totally lost.
However oppressive these realisations may be, everyone seems to be siked on the fact that 2010 is some kind of ‘wonder’ year. It feels as if loads of cool shit might happen. For myself I predicted i’d fall madly in love with someone new and will probably end up married or doing something completely mental like adopting a Chinese baby. I’d welcome the different weather, that’s for sure. I still have my ultimate goal of returning to Australia, though the return date is always changing and apparently even more out of reach than ever.
I just need to avoid thinking about how successful my peers are and I think i’ll be able to cope with getting old.
I said i wouldn’t show sneak peaks but me trying not to blog something is like trying not to sneeze. This project is gonna be super fun.
2 down, 10 to go and God knows how many hours burning.
Except it’s not, it’s very brief in fact, dropped off at Heathrow Terminal 3 and on your merry way. Happy travels buddy! I had an awesome time thanks for coming :)
Californication won’t be the same :(
It’s been real muthafuckaaaaa!
x x x
“…….as in long ways”
Just one of the many back-handed compliments out of the mouth of Kovacs during his 3 week stay. Today he threw a sled full of snow in my face when I wasn’t looking and he found this utterly hilarious. Here’s what’s been happening in the last few weeks:
New Years Eve was a raucous affair :-|
Matthew doing some meticulous planning. Doesn’t matter what hemisphere you’re in, not much changes…
A trip to Cardiff to see some friends…and a castle…
I only almost killed us once this trip, I guess I’m getting better…?
I can’t escape it…
I am not a freak for beans, nor am I a freak for the unreasonable cold of Cardiff that day…
My Cardiff crew…
Caerphilly Castle is 800 years old…
Mr and Mrs Weasel…
Castle crew…
The Mirrim…
Tunnel rats…
Hai…
Trebuchets muthafuckaaa…
See ya…
Pizza Express muthafuckaaa…
Veneziana…
Looking like you’re on day release eating a pizza… “peeeettthhhaaaa!”…
It snowed AGAIN!
Went Tating…
Me: “Hey do you like Andy Warhol?” Kovacs: “Umm nah not really”
5 minutes later…
“Can you take my photo here?”
There are so many celebrated artists at The Tate Modern i hadn’t realised…Monet, Matisse, Francis Bacon, Picasso, Barbara Hepworth and a bunch of others i can’t remember. Here i am with a renowned Picasso…
Underground…
The best pie you will ever eat is mine…
The adventure is almost over :(
So the only thing that Matt really wanted to definitely see whilst visiting the UK was Stone Henge. This was fine by me, i haven’t seen it in years and obviously it’s nice to be able to take someone to a place they’ve never seen before. I would have enjoyed myself far more had it not been for the stellar navigational failure at the beginning of our journey due to my innate inability to find my way further than my kitchen and the fact that my GPS had ‘mistakenly’ been switched to pedestrian mode when Matt decided to change the cartoon car to a monster truck the other day :-| We couldn’t figure out why it kept showing the car going round the roundabouts the wrong way and why it was practically having a Stroke every three seconds trying to recalculate our journey. Kovacs suggested it must be because monster trucks just drive straight over roundabouts and so we struggled on until i realised our heinous error. But not after wasting over an hour driving around and ending up back where we began. We finally got on our way after several curses, unthwarted by Britain’s attempts to rain us all the way back to Welwyn Garden City and 4 hours after setting off we arrived at our ancient destination. Throughout the journey i had experienced a multitude of negative emotions – frustration, anger, bitterness, fear etc most of which Kovacs slept through, but I was saved by U2’s best of 1980 – 1990 and an unexpected hidden jewel in a Foo Fighters cd case – ’Why?’ Yoni Wolf’s ambrosial vocals soothed my road rage in a matter of seconds and the fucking ridiculous flow of traffic wasn’t so bad anymore. The word ‘flow’ would suggest movement but in the last mile and a half getting to stonehenge would have been quicker if we’d harnessed and bridled two roofied up Giant Tortoises. Still, we got there, and it was only a small let down. We stayed for fifteen minutes, took some photos, shivered and went and got some pub grub. Here’s some photos…
“Delete that if it looks like i’ve got leukaemia.”
The only sign to Stonehenge
~Traffic jams~
This is what i think…
Iwanttobehere.com
I should have chosen curly fries.
It was an adventure day. Anyone considering visiting the ‘henge should contemplate alternative modes of transport. I suggest something along these lines…
The last week has been this…
finished with fish and chips for dinner. Minus the fish for me of course. Any pictures with me in are by this gentleman.
