Lovely

This morning I was introduced to the wonderful salty gorgeousness of Marmite mushrooms. Liberally plonk some butter in a pan, add mushrooms, cook until they go gloopy, add a dollop of Marmite, give it a mix, then serve on toast with some scrambled eggies. Omnomnomnomnomnomnom. This, along with vast amounts of coffee, watching programmes about Australian customs officers (?) and playing with the world's cutest cat (after Dylan and Roxy obviously) went some way to solving what could've been the worst hangover in the history of the world since time began and maybe even before that.. But I could be exaggerating.

Watching A F Harrold (or "Ashley" to his friends or at least acquaintances) Lovely Cabaret last night was such a delight. Being introduced to the insanely witty John Hegley was alone worth the ticket but the magnificent Robin Ince doing his mixture of bizarre scientific banter and observational comedy was the cherry on the top of the Lovely cake. We frequented the The Milk Bar afterwards (which apparently is named after an alcoholic milk drink that used to be served from the Inn which is now the bar) and discovered that I like (good) rum. Therefore, much rum was consumed for the rest of the evening. Hence the hangover. Obviously. Slightly more civilised evening planned tonight...

This came on my shuffle earlier this week and I've been listening to it quite a bit -

This time last year, I can distinctly remember listening to this (along with the rest of the album), sat reading the Millennium trilogy on the train too and from Reading everyday. The crisp morning air, the orange, purple and red sunrises and the overwhelming sadness that I felt at the time; it feels like another life.