I just got back from the gym. It’s been a while since I bothered doing anything anything remotely healthy.
So what is it with sullen gym receptionists anyway? You think they’d make an extra special effort to be nice.
After all we’ve forgoed a deep fried meal, evening in front of the telly and rush hour travel [...]
I am reading a fabulous book - “Is it just me or is everything shit” - by Steve Lowe & Alan McArthur.
It just about sums up my views about life, love and everything in between as I chuckle on public transport deemed unsuitable for cattle transportation by the European Union.
If truth be told I bought [...]
Today is a minor celebration of sorts for Quick Indian Cooking. Six months ago, I took to blogging sick to my teeth of:
seeing how little people cook Indian food even though they love eating it
the garbage widely perceived to be Indian food in the UK and beyond
misconceptions about Indian food and cooking, e.g. it’s too unhealthy/greasy to eat [...]
It’s official. The Bollywood film my sister is acting in has been named. It’s called Love Songs and it will also feature industry stalwarts like Jaya Bachhan and Om Puri. Sis has been busy perfecting her dance moves on the streets of Calcutta, in full costume, the entire weekend.
All this while her oldest sister, i.e. [...]
March 16, 2007 – 11:54 am
I took my mind off kitchen gadget experiments and focused on other interesting projects this week.
First I tried to organise a big dancing evening to Guilty Pleasures, a cheesy club night at Koko Camden. An invitation to skin a cat may have received a more rapturous response.
“I’m not paying £18 to dance to cheesy music.”
“Are [...]
Pressure cookers have never been my thing. My close friend in New York forgot about hers, wandered off to blow dry her hair and caused a minor explosion, leaving her to clean spinach off the ceiling.
And this girl is smart. I, on the other hand, have a small brain that is entirely used up 9 [...]
I’ve been irritable all week. The first two days were spent almost entirely in the office preparing for the big mid-week meeting. Then came the meeting. It went fine and we all relaxed into our train seats, ready to tuck into whatever cold, stale food Virgin had to offer and head home.
The menu was incomprehensible. [...]
The highlight of last week was getting a lift home in my boss’s new Aston Martin DB7. He zoomed down South London’s mean streets, complete with a red tie, bespoke suit and white hanky. Part James Bond, part South American drug lord. Very impressive either way.
Another highlight was finding a little treasure of a Punjabi [...]
It’s late. I’ve just got back from a bitch of a day at work involving a new client crisis, the biggest new business pitch EVER and two long meetings.
Changed into a retro nightgown (read: old, torn), I am now sipping vodka cranberry in our study. Our dinner is in the oven. Ready to bake breaded [...]
