I’m trying to think of something to say. I’m trying my hardest, and I haven’t been able to think of anything in all the long four minutes i have been sitting here thinking.
Here are an assortment of things:
1) I am getting to be more of a boring foodie with each passing month that passes, I think, towhit:
- People are learning not to ask ‘How’s yours?’ at any restaurant in which we are eating - in the knowledge that I will, in depth, tell them.
- One of the main points of planning for my impending freelanceness is ‘What I can cook for lunch’ (I am currently fantasising about variations on an omelette theme)
- The other day, I went out for an important lunch meeting. Directly on my return, my beloved emailed to ask how it went? “How was lunch, then?!…” he wrote.
“It was brilliant” I replied. “They have swordfish on the menu, now, served on a bed of beetroot and a green salsa, and…”
It took him three emails to find out whether I’d actually had a conversation over my lovely food.
2) I hate Scrabble. I’m trying not to, but I quite clearly don’t have the right type of brain or patience for that shit. Never have. I am trying VERY hard (four games this weekend alone) but am too shit. And also too competitive.
3) I don’t point to a lot of the professional writing things I do from here often, because I’m trying to keep the two separate. And I do so hate to appear self-indulgent … but … (there was clearly a but coming, there…) … but the other week I did a ‘classic’ version of the weekly Music Video Deconstruction Column I do - it was of Duran Duran’s Wild Boys. Anyway - the thing I found funny enough to find worth mentioning here was that this week I noticed that it had been linked to from the myspace blog of … John Taylor … JohnTaylorwhatwasinDuranDuran. From Duran DURAN! I know! He FAMOUS!
So. Mainly amusing in that some of the fans in the comments below seemed to think it was John actually seriously explaining what the video meant (even though he did say it wasn’t, and attributed etc). Still. It’s possibly the closest to fame I’ve ever been…
4) I am going to try and think very hard of things that I can tell you that wil be up to the high standards I hope you expect.
Things that aren’t, of course, about having the wind or boring things about ingrown leg-hair. Or being on telly (believe me, if any of you happened to have seen me on television this past weekend, I know for a fact you’ll be as embarassed about admitting you were watching it as I am about admitting I was on it) or ill-fitting shoes or overnight trains or burnt thumbs or US Entertainment magazines to which I have developed an unfortunate addiction.
I will think of these things, and then I will report back to you directly. It is very VERY important that these first few weeks of the seventh year of little.red.boat don’t see a substantial drop in quality. Else you will NEVER see me re-elected! As, you know, A Blog.
Um. Tum te tum te tum.
(Toddles off to bed. Still with nothing interesting to say…)
You were on telly? Bollocks. I missed it.
Comment by EineKleineRob — 13 August, 2007 12:36 am
I know just how you feel. I have sat here and had the same problem and chatted away about absolutely nothing. Some days are like that and it can’t be helped. Still, it is amusing to share that with us also, so don’t fret. It is fun to read the writer in all her moods and quandaries.
Comment by Irene — 13 August, 2007 4:11 am
Re: Scrabble -
I hated Scrabble for years until I learned this rule: Don’t play with anyone who’s too good at Scrabble. Playing with people who were at lower Scrabble-levels than me helped me build up my confidence so I could start playing with people who were at my level or higher.
I still hate Monopoly.
Comment by srah — 13 August, 2007 4:13 am
RE scrabble–
it’s way more fun if you play with no points. Then you can play just for the good words and not the strategy and it’s much much much better. trust me. :-)
Comment by teri — 13 August, 2007 6:30 am
Was ya on the telly over the week-end? Something about thing we hate to love or was it the other way round?
Ref Scrabble, I’ve given up playing it, I get beaten by my nephew! Mind that’s easy. I’m shite at long words. oh and spelling (love spell checkers) can’t they not have that in Scrabble ?
Comment by Andy Rambling — 13 August, 2007 7:35 am
Knowing lots of two-letter words is the key to Scrabble. Like ad, xi and zo.
Sadly, my family and I even taste bits off each others’ plates and compare dishes for the full foodie experience.
Comment by z — 13 August, 2007 8:10 am
z - There’s no other way, is there? You HAVE to try everything on everyone else’s plate, otherwise you just sit there wishing you’d ordered what they’d ordered without ever knowing the difference?
It’s the one thin I hate about business lunches - you can;t just wave your fork at them and dig in…
Comment by anna — 13 August, 2007 8:44 am
Omelette!
Brilliant, thank you. I was wondering what to have for lunch. I shall go buy mushrooms.
Oh, and you was on the telly, somewhere embarrassing?
[intrigued]
Comment by clare — 13 August, 2007 11:10 am
Is Anna on Youtube yet?
Comment by AndyB — 13 August, 2007 11:17 am
i’ll admit it, i saw you on telly on saturday night!
Comment by gillian — 13 August, 2007 11:21 am
Shhhh, Gillian! I don’t want to know! La la la la la la!
Comment by anna — 13 August, 2007 11:22 am
Q saw you on Saturday night and damn it, you were on again last night meaning that I didn’t go to bed till 2am. I thought the programme was fantastic.
Scrabble - great game, although nobody plays with me so I have to play against myself. Strange - I always win.
Comment by zed — 13 August, 2007 12:16 pm
I just had home-cooked mushroom omelette for lunch. Extra ingredients: new potatoes, garlic, butter, olive oil, oregano, red onion, mature cheddar and just a smidgeon of red wine.
Mmmmmmmmmmm. I recommend.
Comment by clare — 13 August, 2007 3:02 pm
I hate scrabble because my genuis sister always beats me…. but… she is about to pop a sprog in the next fortnight so has “baby brain”. I have kindly volunteered to go round and keep her company by playing her favourite game (as she is a genius)… scrabble.
now is my only chance! While the baby is using the brain cell!
Comment by Emily — 13 August, 2007 3:25 pm
My mother was a master scrabble player. Then one day, I beat her. That felt more like my “coming of age” than any other single event. Of course, it never happened again. :)
Comment by bohémienne — 13 August, 2007 7:16 pm
HA! Scrabble! I can imagine you getting in trouble trying to use words like “fucktard” and “cunty,” since they’re not in the dictionary!
Alternately, you could play a version using only words you’ve made up!
My fave is playing dirty/suggestive/pornograhpic Scrabble with members of the opposite sex. It can get very interesting.
Comment by Maria — 13 August, 2007 10:26 pm
Maria - I am the very opposite. I play on Facebook, natch. (*Real* people? Gulp, no thanks!) Even so, I simply cannot bring myself to lay down anything crude or suggestive, esp. when playing an unknown cyber-maiden (who is prob a bloke).
I even chickened out of a double-score ‘whore’ last week. Cost me the game.
I am either being chivalrous. Or a wimp.
Prob a chivalrous wimp, then.
Comment by Konnnie Huxtable Global — 14 August, 2007 4:36 am
Also, playing Scrabble online is way better than in person, so you can look things up and cheat that way. Like “I have the letters HSUGDIRB. Is “hugsbird” a word? How about “hugsdrib”? How about “durgshib”?” And so on.
Comment by srah — 14 August, 2007 3:56 pm
Another foodie here. I have planned entire vacations around food. The New
York restaurant sampler of ‘91 was a particular highlight.
The Duran Duran was wonderful, but absolutely hysterical on the MySpace page because of the comments. (
Comment by asta — 15 August, 2007 9:33 pm
I really, really, REALLY want to know what show you were on. Google and youtube are giving me nothing.
Comment by Liam — 16 August, 2007 12:17 pm