Sunday, May 28, 2006

Birds and Tits

I have spent the latter part of the day watching loads of birds on the telly, tits galore. Phwoar!!! Nearly as exciting as the race in Monaco this arvo.

Now, of course, it goes without saying ("So why are you saying it, K?") that I'm delighted that Sr. Alonso won, but I must concede a little sympathy for Messrs. Webber, Raikkonen and Trulli, all of whom broke down. Still, it's a team game, folks, so none of that crap I heard a lot of last year about KR being 'robbed'. And Fisichella, more of that kind of racing in the future, I think.

I'm debating whether or not to make a pot of coffee, and attempt to stay awake and watch the baseball. I haven't seen any this year, and I do quite like the game - so skilled and interesting and subtle unlike your other 'games', dear friends. Which reminds me, does anybody read this who is from Canada or any of the other colonies? Only joshing, I'm just curious, the comments all come from Blighty or the US, and it would be interesting to know if any other part of the English-speaking world is looking at this crap and thinking "Why does he bother?" Betty, you tell me, I'm just grateful that he reads it at all.

The coffee would be an interesting addendum to the pinacolada - it's just a fad, I'll be back on the cheap cider soon enough - which took the heat away following a large bowl of....yes, chicken liver fricasse! Nearly as good as real foie gras, Sonia, which I haven't had since a rather lovely dinner party last summer at a friends house on a south coast cliff top, where I contributed the f-g, cigars and a bottle of calvados (now there's a thought to go with the coffee, it is a bank holiday after all, no need to get up especially early, baseball or no), and a wonderful concoction or three by my malcontent but talented friend Mr. H.

I'm sat here listening to Pink Floyd. Yeah, so what? Well, it's a new-ish thing for me, I've always shied away from that, on numerous grounds, but I must concede that I'm enjoying it. My hosts at last weekends party (should that have an apostrophe, answers on a postcard), E and K have introduced me to a load of early PF, upto 'Wish You Were Here', as well as the Strawbs and Fairport Convention. In return I've exposed them to the delights of GD, Mr. Zappa, the good Captain and, as well as a healthy dash of Pink Fairies, of course, a big slice of Hawkwind. Well, live albums anyway. E and K enjoyed their party, and when I phoned the shop yesterday to say thank you to E for their contribution to my aural stimulation we had a good giggle about it. I also had a good giggle with H, who, whilst her husband D was propping up the bar, was doing serious damage to my knees by constantly hauling me up to dance. H is a devotee of Morten Harket, or is it Haarket/Haaket (same postcard please, don't waste a stamp), for some reason.

On the subject of live HW, if anyone knows where I can get a copy of 'Love In Space' to replace the one I lost eighteen months ago, that would be great. A what-I-can-only-describe-as-a-cunt crowbarred his way in to my flat and stole all my HW and related CDs, and a fistful of other music, most of which is now replaced. Among the more evasive to replace so far were 'Captured Rotation', which I had to buy from a dealer in Buenos Aires, and 'Distant Horizons' (New Jersey). Bedouin material, and 'Love In Space' remain untraced. Also, 'Pleasure Island' by Pink Fairies. I think it was this amongst other things that made it difficult for me to listen to HW for ages, until last December, since when my appetite has firmly returned. One big positive of the whole business was that it showed me that not all insurers are arseholes, and most generous of all was Marion and Huw Lloyd-Langton who, when I wrote asking if they could sell me some CDs, just sent me copies of Huw's albums, which was about as sound and kind a thing as a complete stranger could do for another. Not only does he play like an angel, he's a thoroughly decent bloke as well.

The birds are still on. It ought to be added that some of these birds have talons, and all have beaks - this is David Attenborough, not David Sullivan.

The coffee is brewing, my decision is made, back soon -ish!

7 comments:

tom909 said...

Krust, I'm sure you can imagine my initial disappointment re this post when I realised the title was no more than a somewhat dishonest ploy to draw in more readers. However my disappointment was quickly replaced by sheer joy as I went on to read about two sports in which I have practically no interest whatsoever.
I do find the Monaco Grand Prix a tad boring, what with virtually no opportunity for overtaking and all that. But thank the Lord for small mercies eh, at least not every race is won by Schumacher nowadays.
Absolutely mortifyed to hear you don't like BB, but glad I can be of help in keeping you up with the news. I am growing more fond of Imogen by the day - I think she may even win it you know. She is a cool cool chic - I think I may have been a bit hasty in labelling her a bit of a tart.

Wendy said...

Krusty, I love your posts, because I always have to google something.

I am not a fan of the motorsports. Husband was (briefly) watching the Indy 500 yesterday, but the only sport I'll watch on TV is billiards. Or poker.

Haven't heard of most of the bands you mentioned. Am I completely out of it? The other day, I bought a Talking Heads CD, but I think that was just me trying to recapture my youth.

I don't think California is a colony. However, I will sell it to you for the price of a few gallons of gasoline. You may have to take out a loan. I know I do, every time I fill up.

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betty said...

With ref. to the comment on the previous post, and to be fair to the husband, it was said in a tongue in cheek way rather than a critical way. Besides, he has got your blog as a link on his site so I don't think it's all hate hate hate.

Blimey, blogging is all one big love-athon, isn't it?

krusty the baker said...

Tom - no overtaking? Didn't you watch it? Them smoking wheels as Fisichella passed Coulthard? Doesn't have to be overtaking to be exciting - the front three/four ran nose to tail for two thirds of the race, there was no room for error, they were absolutely flat out which is a tremendous feat there, none of them could back off at all.

Wendy - I understand Indy500 was pretty exciting too, a very close finish. I've never really quite got into oval-track racing, but I guess the speeds and the business of the traffic make up for the predictability of the circuit. Chariot racing, indeed!

My records are all by dead men. Don't worry. Mr. Byrne is alive and kicking, you've got one over on me. Billiards? Live from the East India Club? Is that really billiards, or pool. I like your posts too, they just make me go oogle.

Betty - I didn't take it as anything other than a compliment. I keep re-iterating my disbelief that the bile and bilge I keep churning up has an audience, a regular audience, and encourages correspondence. The Greek Genius can't believe my disbelieving; I'm his pension fund. Of course it's a love-athon; it's a global group therapy.

krusty the baker said...

Wendy - we pay twice what you guys pay for petrol, that's why don't all drive Hummers. Fiestas and Micras are the order of the day. Unless you're under 24, in which case it's a Saxa or Nova, with an exhaust diameter directly proportional how big an arsehole you are. I don't want to recapture my youth, or anybody elses.

Wendy said...

Not my youth. Maybe the sounds of my youth. Of course, that would also involve hearing my dad yell at me. A lot.

Geez, man, I didn't know your gas was nearly $7 per gallon, while we are horrified about our $3.50.

And you're right--many Americans drive ridiculous HUGE-ass vehicles.

Not me, though. I have an adorable PT Cruiser--purple, with ghost flames.