Oh, well, I was just about to toddle off to make something to eat myself, but I thought I’d stick around for a little breeze-shooting first.

I’ve been given a huge bunch of rosemary and I’m not really sure what to do with it. I’ve also got lots of good tomatoes and stacks of garlic and some oregano, and I’ve vaguely got it in mind to plunge into the kitchen and kind of improvise my way to a pasta sauce. A flavoursome and pungent pasta sauce. You’re clever about such things Maz, can you honestly see that working?

Mazarine

19:00 / 02.04.04

Thirty one minutes till I can go pick up my fluffy children. I'm nervous.

Mazarine

19:02 / 02.04.04

I've never really worked with rosemary. It's good with chicken, isn't it?

Saint Keggers

19:07 / 02.04.04

Why are your children fluffy?

Mazarine

19:10 / 02.04.04

Because they're cats.

Bed Head

19:16 / 02.04.04

Oh, curses, I’d built you up in my head into some kind of ultra-ascended culinary master. I’ve never worked with rosemary before, either. It’s a really strong smell. Yeah, it’s supposed to be the herb for chicken and potatoes and suchlike, but I’m a vegetarian. And I don’t like potatoes. And besides, I’ve only got basic hob-facilities here, I can’t bake or roast or any of that fancy treatment that chickens and potatoes like to get. But sauces I can do. I'll be boasting about it later if it works out.

Do you think your kittens will forgive you for having them snipped?

Saint Keggers

19:16 / 02.04.04

You're not the type who knits little sweaters for their pets are you?

Mourne Kransky

19:18 / 02.04.04

Rosemary is a poison, Maz, be careful. 50 pizzas with Rsemary and 24 hours and you're in trouble.

I hate you all anyway for making me want doughnuts. Freshly fried, on the beach Goa. Now, please! With a photo of Sax in the beach shack behind us. That's not entirely fantasy btw.

Anyway, no doughnuts for us because we're on the point of buying a flat in central London (with a dungeon!) Selling one kidney beach to finance it.

Sadly, won't be in there in time for Cherry Bomb's birthday. She'll have to make do with the one big room here. Almost a caravan really. I will get some poppers though...

Going out shortly to check out one of thne local gay bars (leathery... ) -this is Vauxhall, which is under new management.

May well be all twinks and bacardi breezers in which case we'll be home soon.

Bit pissed, took me half an hour to edit that post. Mucho beer and Belle and Sebastian.

Mazarine

19:57 / 02.04.04

Oh, curses, I’d built you up in my head into some kind of ultra-ascended culinary master.

You're thinking of bengali. She's the culinary overlord of Barbelith.

I have not made sweaters for them, but looking at my poor little girl, whose tummy is so so so so bald from her surgery, I'm seriously thinking about it.

Off to look after them and swim in guilty feelings. They seem pretty affectionate to us, so I think we're forgiven.

Bear

21:03 / 02.04.04

Hello all - I'm wasted.....

Goodness Gracious Meme

21:05 / 02.04.04

'allo?

on the offchance that Bedhead pops back here.

rosemary is lovely roasted, so if you like roasted veg:

before adding veg into oil in roasting pan, heat good olive oil for 5 mins at 220degrees. then add crushed garlic, rosemary, touch of lemon juice, tsp honey, head for 3 mins. Mix

Then bung veg in and cook as normal.

If you want to, you can use this for a pasta sauce by roasting whole garlic cloves, tomatoes and peppers for 20-25 mins. then blending.

Yumyum.

Goodness Gracious Meme

21:13 / 02.04.04

hi bearo. I'm sobering, after afternoon drinking and early hometime and dinner.

good night?

_pin

21:18 / 02.04.04

Hey! Bear and bip! How are you both!

Before you ask (I know you will; in my head you care about me), I'm good. At least one essay is sorted out, and currently contains stupid the academic study of history/Bladerunner cross-over in-jokes like 'more von Ranke then von Ranke', which may well be taken out, as well as the comment about Braudel's fetishisation of geological detailing...

But yeh! Stuff is fun! I have a job for the summer, so I can afford a sampler and drum machine! Bring it!!

Goodness Gracious Meme

21:37 / 02.04.04

well, of course we'd ask, angsty teenboy.

But you sounds less irked than previously. Which is goooodness. Did you manage to stay awake thru' the boredoms this time?

Mourne Kransky

21:57 / 02.04.04

Drunk. Horny. Pie, I want pie! Toast will have to do. Blessed are the piemakers for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. Truly...

Ganesh

22:05 / 02.04.04

Yo Bear! Not long back from our sometime haunt, Dukes - or, as it's now (rather blandly) known, South Central. Much the same: full of hairy, beary Mary types, and distinctly shit cabaret (tonight's was a Boy George-alike who finished his set with the rather limp 'Bow Down Mister' and actually expected the pub to singalong to the 'Hare Hare Hare' chorus). Wished you were there.

Hello, BiP. It's been a long time since I visited one of the Late Shift threads. I'm now associating you with Morrissey and London. If La Moz decides to grace London sometime soon, you must join us. Joinnnn ussss...

Goodness Gracious Meme

22:06 / 02.04.04

mmmm. I want drun khorny pie. sounds grrrreat.

making do with avo on toast.

out tonight, dear?

Goodness Gracious Meme

22:07 / 02.04.04

'nesh, my longlost lateshift love!

on la M: absolutely. champagne and amy lame and tuxes and gorgeous rockabilly dykes.

oh yes.

Ganesh

22:18 / 02.04.04

Amy Lame is my best mate now - at least as far as Xoc's relatives are concerned. His aunt was down visiting for the day, and conversation turned to Celebrity Fat Club (or whatever). She enthused about what a nice person that Amy Lame seemed (and she apparently hadn't realised that Amy was a big ol' screaming lesbo); we waxed lyrical about how Ms Lame ran this weekly club really near us, and, as regulars, we knew her really well, etc., etc. Xoc's aunt asked us to tell Amy she was a big fan.

That evening, we went along to Duckie, and I managed to prise the lovely Amy away from her sour-faced girlfriend for a moment.

Me: I have to pass on a message to you.

Amy: Oh yes?

Me: My partner's sixty-year-old aunt's seen you on TV, and says to tell you you're lovely.

Amy: Oh, thankyou!

Me: I think you've turned her...

Amy tittered, and her overparanoid Princess Anne-esque partner glared at me. We had a Moment.

I love Amy. She's so gracious...

Goodness Gracious Meme

22:31 / 02.04.04

OMG. That's sooo cute. did you tell the aunt that she's a huge lezzer?

and her girlf's a right misery isn't she?

Saw AL was at a club in brighton a while ago...Friend gave her a light, at which point miseryguts hoofed over and did a 'stand next to my girlf/she's miiiine' manouevre.

Mazarine

22:33 / 02.04.04

I'm back. Babies are feeling a bit better, there appears to be no resentment, just relief to be home, and dopiness from anesthesia. As for me, I'm glad to see everyone.

Ethan Hawke

22:38 / 02.04.04

sigh. I've been trying to read for the past few hours, but have been interrupted by two things: An incessant car alarm going off right outside my window, and someone or more than one someone constantly ascending and descending the stairwell in my building. They are apparently running, too, because they tend to hit the landing hard, and the FLOOR of my apartment SHAKES each time. I don't see a moving truck, so it's not someone moving in. I'm mystified. It's been going on for hours.

Ganesh

22:39 / 02.04.04

Oh yeah, the aunt knows That Nice Amy's a tuppence-licker supreme - and, such is the power of the HomoLiberal World Agenda, she loves her nonetheless.

I remember Duckie's 8th birthday party (on a boat on the Thames), when there was a rather fun cupcake-icing thing going on (Duckie goes for these Biddy Baxter-inspired events). I did a Morrissey cake then, feeling my creativity overflowetheth, did an Amy one, complete with Far Side glasses, flower in hair, etc. Bulldog-chewing-a-wasp plunked herself next to me and bitched about how I'd got the colour of Amy's eyes subtly wrong (icing sugar generally not being available in gradations of iris tone). Amy herself loved my cake - but I felt like using it to block The Girlf's upper respiratory tract until she choked.

Goodness Gracious Meme

22:40 / 02.04.04

aawww. that's v.cool, glad to hear it, Maz.

telyn

22:42 / 02.04.04

Steeple-jack race? Or maybe steeple-jack race practice?

Glad to hear your kittens are ok Maz - anaesthetic is a yucky thing. You can watch them slowly get more and more furry again.

I am about to eat a cadbury's creme egg. This seems appropriate at 1:41 GMT (not BT) after a two hour car journey with my mam. We always argue on car journeys. Hence the necessity for chocolate.

telyn

22:44 / 02.04.04

Cake as lethal weapon. Mmm. Ninja cake or pirate cake?

Mazarine

22:45 / 02.04.04

An incessant car alarm going off right outside my window

I generally stand at the window shouting "SEE? IS ANYONE TAKING YOUR CAR? NO! IT MAKES THAT GODAWFUL NOISE FOR ONE THING! NO ONE WANTS YOUR CAR!"

But the person responsible for the car is never there. So it's futile.

Thanks, BiP. I was a very nervous crazy cat lady this morning.

Ethan Hawke

22:45 / 02.04.04

oh man do I want cake. And cigarettes. And beer.

Ganesh

22:46 / 02.04.04

It's bloody weird to log on to Barbelith and not recognise half the names. Quite healthy though, I daresay.

The Duckie 8th birthday thing was lovely, BTW. We took the 'dress: formal' thing seriously, and turned up in full Highland dress (kilts, Prince Charlie jackets, bow ties, etc.). Got loooads of attention, and had a nice chat in the toilets with Kim Phaggs, the Scottish half of the Readers' Wives, in which we compared which one of us was born in the shittest part of Scotland (he won).

We really ought to have a proper Barbelith Duckie night out. Maybe when we 'housewarm' our new flat...

sleazenation

22:48 / 02.04.04

funny thing is last time I was at Duckie with you guys we were all in formal dress anyway...

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