Must write something about the incredible Martin Parr exhibition I saw at the Barbican, before it slips from my mind. Not now though… there’s a wild baby loose and I gotta round her up.
Archive for March, 2002
Bummer. Blogger has screwed up on the archive doobry again, and left me with a link to just February 2001 (my first blog). I hate it when that happens. I hate it even more when I don’t notice and it stays that way for weeks.
Heard back from the police about our little incident the other week. Apparently the car that hit us had been registered as scrapped, so looks like there’s no way of tracing the driver. Ah well.
Mmmmm…. just invented my own variation on the Lemon Drop cocktail. A shot of Absolut Citron, a squeeze of fresh lemon juice, and a dash of Lemon Genever to sweeten it up. All shaken and filtered through oodles of ice. Tastes great. Now… what about a name? Lemon Pop? Lemon Slop? Lemon Grep? Flemish Lemon? Citron Phlegm? Yellow Fairy? Who cares?
Spring has finally come to Sheffield (and…wow… indeed it is, first day of Spring - I think). Our bed is on a raised platform, our heads right alongside the window half-way up, so when we pulled back the heavy curtain…. gorgeous warming rays flowing over our heads. So hard not to stay in bed toasting all morning.
And then coming upstairs - the hall has windows on 3 sides, the sun tracks around 2 of them through the day. Loads of huge wooden window-frames’ shadows dancing on the dance-floor, sunlight enough to warm the room up. Throw some windows open and let spring inside - so cool and clear and revitalising. And then put some music on - something I forget to do far too often. Blast it out good and loud, clear off the cobwebs.
Have an uncontrollable urge to keep editing my Antwerp blog to include more bands. Forgot Peter Brötzmann, Caspar Brötzmann, Last Exit (, Sonny Sharrock, Ronald Shannon Jackson, ….)
Somewhere in Antwerp…
I so love my family. It’s great to travel, but even better to return home.
Lola has turned into another creature entirely since I’ve been away - looking older, wiser, wilder, she now crawls with bum up (i.e. feet on the ground rather than knees on the ground) and can do so at an alarming rate, covering almost the entirety of our 10-metre+ living room in about 10 seconds. She’s pretty near walking too, just needs the reassurance of something to hold onto. And she is so communicative, pointing to anything mentioned, singing along when there’s singing going on, dancing and swaying on demand.
Rowan has matured too - of course at 6-and-a-half you don’t notice that kind of thing so much or so often, but I’m sure there’s something there, in the way she talks to me, in the fact that she’s growing two new teeth at the back of her mouth (I didn’t think that happened until way later) and doesn’t even moan when I crane a toothbrush in there to brush them, in sitting silent through a chapter of the Hobbit and then putting parts of it in her own unique and brilliant terms. And in… just continually getting taller (funny to see her wearing party dresses from what seem like yesterday, probably actually 1 or 2 years ago, and the things barely cover her knickers).
And Gill… I love Gill. So good to be reminded of that once in a while. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and everything.
Good news for stoned drivers! (”motorists on cannabis tended to drive cautiously” - yeah, too right - like at about 2mph usually)
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