Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Thursday, 28 June 2012
Art or food?
This was some elegant sushi that Ezra made us. He then tried the second course and the sticky rice refused to be sticky resulting in non zen scenes of stomping and bits of fish being flung over the terrace. We sniggered, cruel parents that we are, but it was funny, scenes of Mr Ramsey let loose in what should have been a calm atmosphere with the occasional twang, or thud or ping of some ancient Japanese court music in the background. The upright egg thing was fab however.