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This weekend I was mostly...
A whole host of reviews from the last few days:
Domingo's is a Tapas bar on the main street running through Northfields in London. I have an inherent distrust of places whose names are written in neon letters outside, and I should have listened to me.
The food wasn't nasty as such, merely a bit uninteresting. The chorizo in wine sauce managed to have that strange attribute (common to microwave curries) of being spicy without actually having any flavour. The other dishes were pleasant enough, but nothing I couldn't have made myself at home... The only exception being battered artichoke hearts (sorry![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
triskellian) which were well done, but... to be honest, I don't really think artichokes respond well to battering. You can see their point.
(The menu just said "artichokes valenciana" on it - should this have warned me there'd be batter involved ?)
Saturday night was Cathy's birthday, so we went along to Back to Basics, which is on Foley St, W1. And serves many, many fish. I had gilt head bream with hummus, an unlikely combination which seemed to convince the other people who ate it, but left me a bit unsure. Still, the fish was lovely, and the portions generous.
They also do bread with flavoured butter, which is to be highly recommended. They're slightly alarming colours, but fresh bread and red pepper butter is spectacularly nice.
And then we went to a bar, which pretended to be normal at first. Until trips made by various party members to the toilets revealed the following:
There was an attendant in the Gents', there to hand out towels and generally loom. Not that odd, but unexpected in your average bar.
In the Ladies' there was a couple of small video screens, which I intially took to be showing the bar outside. In fact, they were linked to cameras pointed at the sinks in the Gents'.
There were no corresponding screens in the Gents'.
Now is it just me, or is that bloody odd ? Relaying this to a couple of people, it seems this bar (Mash) used its cameras a selling-point when it first opened. Just.... eh?
The Oxford Gourmet Kitchen is a relatively new take-away in Oxford, as far as I know, so we thought it ought to be tried. Reasonably cheap, and very generous portions. It does an intermittent selection of oriental stuff... I ordered udon noodles with soup and seafood - completely forgetting that udon noodles are the fat, flaccid kind that I'm not fond of. They were surprisingly nice, though, and the seafood was really, really good for a cheap takeaway. Soup's a little on the insipid side though.
They do a mean crispy duck, too.
And once our reserves were worn down by aromatic duck, Andy made Jez and I watch LadyHawke. Which is one of those films were you are around 2.5 seconds into the title sequence, and every pixel is screaming at you "I'm a film that was made in the mid 80s"
I'm a bit undecided about the film. It's got an interesting cast - Rutger Hauer, Michelle Pfeiffer, and an almost unbearably young and precocious Matthew Broderick. And it has some nice moments. It has the capacity to either be a lot of fun, or downright awful; it hovered perilously between the two, and I'm not quite sure which side I'm coming down on.
And last night was supposed to be constructive, but I fell into a bottle of red wine early on, dragged Frances with me, and we never quite got round to doing anything. And we lounged about, and chatted, and it was all very pleasant.
I made one of those meals where you collect everything edible in the fridge, and wonder what to make out of it. The answer turned out to be a mushroom and cashew nut pilaf (surprisingly nice) and some braised vegetables in red wine sauce (moderately indifferent). And no, before anyone asks, the cashew nuts and red wine weren't really in the firdge at all. Nor was the rice.
However, I was reminded bydavefish last night that the worst reaction my cooking has ever received was a cry of "what is that thing, for the love of God someone please kill it", so I'm counting the cooking of something merely indifferent as an evolutionary step forward.
We also have...
A designated hero of the week. No clear victor this time - some people have done some difficult and brave things, but I'm not sure they've necessarily been heroic. So I've decided to count the small things, and nominatefailmaster for sending me something which really made me laugh.
Oh and you - yes, you - any more of that and I'll be creating the post of Designated Villain of the Week. You have been warned.
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It's that time of year again when the sun starts to make my hair go blondish, and I dye it some stupid colour in self-defence. So... suggestions, please, for an interesting colour which can be achieved on brown hair (see icon if you don't know what colour my hair is!) without recourse to bleach. Probably temporary, as it'd take forever and a bit to grow out.
I'm guessing it's going to be in the red-auburn-purple region, so any suggestions for particular dyes which work well would be welcome...
Domingo's is a Tapas bar on the main street running through Northfields in London. I have an inherent distrust of places whose names are written in neon letters outside, and I should have listened to me.
The food wasn't nasty as such, merely a bit uninteresting. The chorizo in wine sauce managed to have that strange attribute (common to microwave curries) of being spicy without actually having any flavour. The other dishes were pleasant enough, but nothing I couldn't have made myself at home... The only exception being battered artichoke hearts (sorry
triskellian) which were well done, but... to be honest, I don't really think artichokes respond well to battering. You can see their point.(The menu just said "artichokes valenciana" on it - should this have warned me there'd be batter involved ?)
Saturday night was Cathy's birthday, so we went along to Back to Basics, which is on Foley St, W1. And serves many, many fish. I had gilt head bream with hummus, an unlikely combination which seemed to convince the other people who ate it, but left me a bit unsure. Still, the fish was lovely, and the portions generous.
They also do bread with flavoured butter, which is to be highly recommended. They're slightly alarming colours, but fresh bread and red pepper butter is spectacularly nice.
And then we went to a bar, which pretended to be normal at first. Until trips made by various party members to the toilets revealed the following:
There was an attendant in the Gents', there to hand out towels and generally loom. Not that odd, but unexpected in your average bar.
In the Ladies' there was a couple of small video screens, which I intially took to be showing the bar outside. In fact, they were linked to cameras pointed at the sinks in the Gents'.
There were no corresponding screens in the Gents'.
Now is it just me, or is that bloody odd ? Relaying this to a couple of people, it seems this bar (Mash) used its cameras a selling-point when it first opened. Just.... eh?
The Oxford Gourmet Kitchen is a relatively new take-away in Oxford, as far as I know, so we thought it ought to be tried. Reasonably cheap, and very generous portions. It does an intermittent selection of oriental stuff... I ordered udon noodles with soup and seafood - completely forgetting that udon noodles are the fat, flaccid kind that I'm not fond of. They were surprisingly nice, though, and the seafood was really, really good for a cheap takeaway. Soup's a little on the insipid side though.
They do a mean crispy duck, too.
And once our reserves were worn down by aromatic duck, Andy made Jez and I watch LadyHawke. Which is one of those films were you are around 2.5 seconds into the title sequence, and every pixel is screaming at you "I'm a film that was made in the mid 80s"
I'm a bit undecided about the film. It's got an interesting cast - Rutger Hauer, Michelle Pfeiffer, and an almost unbearably young and precocious Matthew Broderick. And it has some nice moments. It has the capacity to either be a lot of fun, or downright awful; it hovered perilously between the two, and I'm not quite sure which side I'm coming down on.
And last night was supposed to be constructive, but I fell into a bottle of red wine early on, dragged Frances with me, and we never quite got round to doing anything. And we lounged about, and chatted, and it was all very pleasant.
I made one of those meals where you collect everything edible in the fridge, and wonder what to make out of it. The answer turned out to be a mushroom and cashew nut pilaf (surprisingly nice) and some braised vegetables in red wine sauce (moderately indifferent). And no, before anyone asks, the cashew nuts and red wine weren't really in the firdge at all. Nor was the rice.
However, I was reminded by
davefish last night that the worst reaction my cooking has ever received was a cry of "what is that thing, for the love of God someone please kill it", so I'm counting the cooking of something merely indifferent as an evolutionary step forward.We also have...
A designated hero of the week. No clear victor this time - some people have done some difficult and brave things, but I'm not sure they've necessarily been heroic. So I've decided to count the small things, and nominate
failmaster for sending me something which really made me laugh.Oh and you - yes, you - any more of that and I'll be creating the post of Designated Villain of the Week. You have been warned.
And finally...
It's that time of year again when the sun starts to make my hair go blondish, and I dye it some stupid colour in self-defence. So... suggestions, please, for an interesting colour which can be achieved on brown hair (see icon if you don't know what colour my hair is!) without recourse to bleach. Probably temporary, as it'd take forever and a bit to grow out.
I'm guessing it's going to be in the red-auburn-purple region, so any suggestions for particular dyes which work well would be welcome...
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Except you might get mistaken for Samantha ;-)
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And I get mistaken for Samantha anyway. No idea why...
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I'm not really sure how permanent it is. I don't keep track all that well. I only object because it makes my hair go streaky-blonde, and looks like I've been doing home-highlights rather badly.
I'm not that bothered really. It's just a good excuse to go a funny colour :)
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sunlight isn't really something that affects me
It typically doesn't unless you actually go out in it.
Phht!
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This is how all spicy food tastes to me. It just hurts. Including black pepper, which Daniel swears has a flavour of its own, but all I can taste is pain.
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Makes cooking difficult - I put pepper in everything reflexively if not restrained :(
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Me too! Me too!
Interestingly, peppered steaks and things are nice - I think that might be because green pepper*corns* are used, and they're cooked in a way that makes the taste more gentle?
Oh, and black pepper *oil* (aromotherapy) is wonderful for sprains and bruises, not least because it's non-floral.
It's just black pepper in food that's horrid :)
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It's starting to look as though my perceptions of the food-loving norm have been ever-so-slightly coloured by living with
I'll use this as an opportunity to diss chillies as well (although, for some reason, I can eat sweet chilli sauce - probably my sweet tooth kicking in).
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Oh, c'mon, the rest of you normal, pepper-lovin' types, back me up here?
;-)
(Oh, and belated apologies to
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Broadly speaking :)
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I never put pepper in anything I cook !
The fact I bury my own food in the stuff isn't any of your business !
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2) At least you can dye your hair some colour without bleach. Have you considered darker rather than redder?
3) I have a leg of lamb eating my freezer space - did you want a seasonally inappropriate dinner at some point?
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Hmm. I'm not convinced.
2) At least you can dye your hair some colour without bleach. Have you considered darker rather than redder?
Nah, I'll look like a bloody goth.
3) I have a leg of lamb eating my freezer space - did you want a seasonally inappropriate dinner at some point?
See comment in email last week - I'm still not sure quite what I'm up to in the near future. I'll let you know when I do :)
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I shall await your call.
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I know exactly what you mean. I find with most Rutger Hauer films of that age the best thing to do is to switch your brain completely almost completely off and find an aspect to watch closely - other than the plot - like Michelle Pfeiffer's hair, Matthew Broderick or in the case of Flesh and Blood the castle.
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Split Second I love, though it does have one of the worst endings in modern cinema. Blade Runner disappointed me, by being too much like Split Second[*], and missing all the bits I liked out of the book...
I was impressed though that in Ladyhawke - a film of uncertain historial period (not to mention confused architecture and puzzled climate :) - Michelle Pfeiffer still managed to have spectacularly 80s hair.
[*] yes, yes, I know, but I saw them the other way round, OK ?
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Flesh and Blood is worth looking out for (to waste a couple of hours away in low-concentration amusement) - I don't think I've ever seen it on the TV but you might see a video of it for £2.99 somewhere, or find a roleplayer with a big-sword-fetish who has it on the back of their shelves.
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*off to IMDB*
Yep - credited on the Blade Runner screenplay though I seem to remember the writing of that movie involved a number of people having a go.
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Even better than 'Beastmaster' for raw cheesing power !
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Tried to attack ... a tiger !!!!!
Hair dye
The ones I'm currently using the most are Schwartzkopf (I've no idea how to spell that. I'm tempted to throw a few more random consonants into the mix in the hope of improving it) - they have three levels of dye: temporary (wash-in-wash-out), semi (fades in about three-four weeks, less chance of bright colours) and permanent (grows out, but also fades if it's a bright colour), and they mostly come in the same colours, which is surprisingly rare.
OTOH if what you want is a bright colour, and I'm guessing you want semi-permanent rather than permanent, you're probably going to have to use something like Stargazer, cos the 'mainstream' dye brands tend not to do exciting colours in semi. That leaves you with less choice of shades - there's one red, one purple, etc.
Anyway. Coming up any second now is the one piece of useful practical information you may have been previously unaware of, in the whole post: Wilkinson's in Templars Square have a large range of hair dye, including lots of silly colours, and brands you won't see in regular chemists, as well as all the common ones, and they're cheaper than anywhere else. See? It was worth wading through the waffle ;-)
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I suggest you sort out a sponsorship deal. After all, your icon appears on
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Nice lager, though. And (I think) £2 a bottle, which isn't too painful for the middle of London.
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I gather than mud or gravy is a really good thing to try to dye your hair with.