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a dirty quick sketch of august summer days

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oooh british summer pudding: ice cream cones and jelly babies! jelly babies... well, they didnt really see it coming i suppose. a bit of schadenfreuden as the pretty car gets hefty parking ticket. i was lucky that rich man didnt get to rip my head out... visiting new and old: visit to luthier stoppani @ chorlton, along with old friends who came to visit to the hills... very happy birthday minnow!  i bet no one made such bonkers cake for you. YET. awesome steam engines. we had couple more rides this summer. including a very very small wee one,  fed coals teaspoonful at a time. hehe. beautiful chinley home. at this point one may be slightly sweaty. but whats the worry. it rains half of the day by default. haha. many walks taken with all kinds of friends this summer. thanks guys, for making chinley part of your summer. our summer.

851 vs 10106

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my wee brother and i were always 2 years 2 months 20 and 2 days apart.  it was often a matter of fact for him to give me list of things that he wanted- he would say 60% (3 out of 5 wish list things) could be rounded up to 100% which really ticked me off (as i have not gotten anything from him in recent years! haha). i have numerous curious black-blue dots on random points of my body.  hands. elbows. calf. even on the middle of my back (right behind my heart, it was described).  he once asked me what those things were- i wondered if he was trying to be cute. 'of course, it's the pencil marks.' he looked at me with a slant, trying to figure out which part of me was the mad bit; alas, i had to remind him that thanks to brothers, i am covered in remarkable constellation map of some random universe, lovingly marked by my own flesh and blood siblings, each hand done with a sharp pencil.  and of course, there was no silence but a insistent denial of such episode(s).  year after

prom 37: brahms violin concerto a la 'chopsticks'

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... so came the last night at the proms and now minnow is ready to enjoy his summer holiday. ive been lucky to head down south to london to see the bbc phil strut their stuff in the royal albert hall.  now i am quite well educated about the good pubs around south kensington (though one needs to forgive the fact that rich people generally dont want any beer consumption past midnight, hence calling for last call at 2315 or something ridiculous like that-) and the train-tube transfer from st. pancras to gloucester road (which never makes any sense when one is trying to pronounce it the way brits do).  yesterday even included a thrill ride on the cab, direct from train to rbh, as we booked wrong train ticket hence was running the risk of being late for the concert (gasp)!  though, i am happy to inform that rather than paying over 100 quids for new sets of tickets, we were able to get away with the murder by tipping the cabbie generously at max 15. score! it's been an interesting expe

organic cereals and london burning

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tuesday 9 aug 2011, fire on property, surrey (lewis whyld/PA)  when i first went off to live on my own, i remember being rather surprised that many people of my age (late teens) didnt know manage practical aspects of life.  never mind cooking actually, they were clueless to go to a real shop, where unprocessed vegetables (with dirts) and meats (with head and feet, etc) sit on the shelves and fridges, waiting to come home and celebrate their lives by becoming beautiful and nourishing food.  many of my friends flocked to the conventional north american supermarkets, where everything has been packaged in plastics and boxes, with many stickers and labels to qualify themselves as food items.  often they talked of buying a plastic tray of (biologically engineered, massive) chicken breasts, however being still bit queasy about the idea of touching dead flesh and eating 'meat' whilst munching on frozen organic dinners.  somehow, their food wasnt related to food matters, furthermo