Month: March 2003

The Brighton Festival May

The Brighton Festival (May 3 – May 25) programme dropped through our letter-box today. There’s nothing much that’s leaping out at me. Depressing. There’s “A Seaside Album” photo exhibition of pictures from 1840s to 1990s, which might be good. Lou Reed is down, which is probably something we should go and see. But apart from that…well, maybe if I read the text a little more I’ll find some good stuff.

There’s also the Brighton Festival Fringe and Brighton Fringe Festival, neither of which I’ve looked at in any detail yet.

In related news, this year we’re going to help out with the web site for the Virtual Festival. More on that another time, because I think I’ve gone over my allowance for the word “Festival” today.

Yesterday was Pancake day

Yesterday was Pancake day, and in a change from tradition we didn’t have a pancake party at our house. Instead we took our “mobile pancake solution” (batter, maple syrup, lemon juice, sugar, chocolate and bananas) around to Paul and Tess‘s house and made pancakes there instead. James (2 years) wasn’t too impressed by the whole idea, preferring to play with his trains instead. Whilst baby Max (4 weeks) slept, fed and vomited his way through the proceedings.

Top pancake filling of the evening was Madagascan vanilla ice cream, with maple syrup and grated chocolate. Or at least it was for the none-Atkins-diet people – Paul had his own special pancake mix which made the most yellow pancakes I’ve ever seen and had his own special fillings although he was spotted stealing some of the ice cream 🙂

Birthday blog (from yesterday)

Yesterday was my birthday (huzzah) and I have many exciting things to blog about, but for now here’s the summary.

I have a stack of Raymond Carver short stories to read,
I now have a nice looking chunk of moon, Jane found Ripping Yarns on DVD and also found me a very cool retro-looking mini DV recorder (need to find another photo, because it doesn’t look like that).

Update: This is what mine looks like

If that wasn’t “woohoo!” enough, we went out to see Brighton Bears win 107-92 against the Newcastle Eagles. I won’t post up any of the video we took during the game because I need to spend more time learning how to use the DV recorder…

This isn’t going to sound right, but one of the interval “fun things” is the Duck Chuck: people buy ducks and throw them onto the court, and if they land in just the right places prizes are won. Just imagine sitting down, not quite knowing what’s going on, and then 200 small plastic ducks flying through the air onto the court. It leaves a lasting impression, trust me.

We ate at
Picasso as part of our quest for find the very best pizza in Brighton. What we found was Pizza for £3 and a lot of students. It was fine default pizza, better than many other places with the obvious benefit of being amazingly cheap. We’ll be back there, but our quest for the very best in pizza continues…

was cycling down Preston

I was cycling down Preston Street this morning and was wondering how come it was so foggy at the bottom of the street and clear at the top. As I got closer I realised it wasn’t fog, it was smoke. And it was really nasty, smelly smoke too. Once I’d got across the traffic lights, and into the clear air again I had a look back and could see a little red mini (old style) on fire. There was one policeman there with it, and as I turned and cycled away I could hear the sirens as the fire brigade came to the rescue.