The Recipe for Love edition

The title for this post is borrowed from a great single

from ‘Lack of Afro’ featuring Jack Tyson-Charles…..

“a little twist of woo and a pinch of ooh la la”

‘Youtube it’ ! ! ! ! !

Girls, watch the official video with the cool dude !

Boys, watch the version with Levanna Mclean on a

pier in slinky northern soul girl dancing mode ! ! ! ! !

Hmmmmmmmm………………….

If music be the food of love then the G-man is besotted

Ahhh…..food

Last night the No-2 G-ette and BF treated him to dinner

at La Polenteria in Soho

http://www.lapolenteria.com

Italian-owned, Italian-run and better than a Sunday morning

pre-breakfast special

‘bites’…..bite-sized polenta with toppings (try the mixed mushrooms

dressed with truffle oil)

‘mains’…..try the wild boar stewed in red wine, rosemary, thyme

and cinnamon on a slab of polenta

Please rearrange the following words into the correct order…..

DIED, TO, HEAVEN, GONE, AND

It was doubly cool to have early Stevie Wonder on the sound system

all evening

Remember ‘Little Stevie’ ?

The delicious irony was that the waiter was a southern-Italian and

the most usual insult thrown at a northern-Italian by the southern

variant is…..

“Polentone”…..

…..meaning simply ‘polenta-eater’…..

…..and polenta being traditionally peasant food, this was a way

of calling the sophisticated, well-to-do northerners ‘peasants’

In retaliation, the northern-Italians call their southern variant

“Terrone”…..

…..which simply means ‘peasants’

Classy !

Anyway, we did have 30 minutes to kill last night before the BF

was due to pitch up so the G-man suggested a swift half at a local

hostellerie across the road from La Polenteria

The G-ette chuckled…..

Think fast !

Think twice !

Realising that the G-ette would have been the only female in said

hostellerie and that ‘a rocket up the arse’ might mean something

completely different in this particular establishment we very wisely

dived into the comforting arms of La Polenteria for a glass at the

bar

Buon apetito, cin cin e grazie mille

G

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The Spooky edition

groovers offside

Halloween happened last night…..

Traditionally a night when children dress up in colourful

costumes and paint their faces accordingly…..

Trick or treat ?

However, it would seem that grown-ups want to play too

London was just like a Hammer Horror film set last night

I was sat next to a zombie on the train home !

‘Spooky’, Dusty Springfield, 1970…..

…..in Dusty’s case ‘love would be very spooky with a

little boy like you’

….in fact, any boy ! ! !

Anyway, back to the ghoul fest…..

I can sort of get grown-ups getting into this kit for a

party…..

…..but to stand in a pub and celebrate an ancient and

somber pagan ritual ? ? ?

The Celts believed the transition between the seasons was

a bridge to the world of the dead…..

Hence the ghosts etc

But………..

Hmmmmm………

I would feel pretty stupid !

Even more so on…

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The Spooky edition

Halloween happened last night…..

Traditionally a night when children dress up in colourful

costumes and paint their faces accordingly…..

Trick or treat ?

However, it would seem that grown-ups want to play too

London was just like a Hammer Horror film set last night

I was sat next to a zombie on the train home !

‘Spooky’, Dusty Springfield, 1970…..

…..in Dusty’s case ‘love would be very spooky with a

little boy like you’

….in fact, any boy ! ! !

Anyway, back to the ghoul fest…..

I can sort of get grown-ups getting into this kit for a

party…..

…..but to stand in a pub and celebrate an ancient and

somber pagan ritual ? ? ?

The Celts believed the transition between the seasons was

a bridge to the world of the dead…..

Hence the ghosts etc

But………..

Hmmmmm………

I would feel pretty stupid !

Even more so on the way home when you are totally

out of context

Speaking of which the G-man went to a private book launch

this week at Christie’s of ‘One hundred painters of tomorrow’

This was hip with a capital H

Achingly trendy with a capital A

The young artists had their art on the walls and their acolytes

all around them

It was hot and heaving and generally young

The wine was good and plentiful and it was noisy

…..and there were some odd sights…..

…..like the 6 foot 8 inch woman in an allover plastic suit…..

…..just like an enormous rubber doll !

Colours were like Andy Pandy

I bet that set a few pulses racing ! ! ! ! !

Then he hove into sight…..

…..looking like someone’s uncle that had taken a wrong turn

thinking he was going into a St James gentleman’s club

I didn’t think you could still buy three-piece suits…..

…..except in charity shops !

This getup was finished off with a tie pin and a waistcoat chain

This was the sartorial equivalent of arriving at the Royal Box at

Ascot in jeans and a T-shirt

But it got worse !

It seems he was known to one of the G-man’s party of revellers

So he not only hove into sight…..

…..but he hove over to us !

After some minor small talk the old windbag then decided to regale

us with a shaggy dog story…..

…..that didn’t contain a shaggy dog ! ! ! ! !

Thriller, Michael Jackson, 1982

Thrilling it was not !

Noticing that our eyes were all starting to droop he beat a tactical

retreat…..

……and was last seen trailing the towering plastic doll around the

room

Bless him

G.

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