It's almost the weekend, and if you're casting about for something to do, keep in mind that the lovely and talented Nell Bryden will be doing her bluesy singer-songwriter thing at the Night and Day Saturday night, having come all the way from New York City. I've seen her live stateside and highly reccommend it. If you can't make that one she's playing at the Trades Club in Hebden Bridge on August 12.
Little Fish is on at the Cornerhouse. It's grim. It's about Australian drug addicts, dealers and petty scum. It's got Cate Blanchett leading a stellar Antipodean cast. I liked it a lot. Plus it's one of those movies that makes you feel great about your life because there's no way it could be that fucked up, ever.
The weather's supposed to be good, so we'll be barbecuing at my house. If you're doing the same, you might want to try this lip-smacking marinade, suitable for meat, fish, veggies, and fake-meat-soy products, but it's especially good on tiger prawn kebabs: Combine a bit of light soy sauce, sesame oil, rice vinegar and a dash of fish sauce. Chop a couple of cloves of garlic and a teaspoon of ginger and mix them with a whole lime's worth of juice and a small teaspoon of sugar. should be a nice caramel brown colour. If you have fresh cilantro or lemongrass hanging around, chop it and throw some in, but it's not essential. Brush on liberally throughout and after grilling.
Or you could sit inside and sulk in front of the computer like the miserable misanthropic blogger that you are. If you're planning to do that, you can kill a whole bunch of time rocking out to old videos by the B-52s, Tom Tom Club, The Damned (goth + cowboys = strange) and oodles of other rad 80s bands, here at the confusingly named Best Legal Advice. Yes, they even have the theme song from St. Elmo's Fire. But what's the deal with the domain name... is this some kind of scam that loads your computer up with spyware while you're staring dumbfoundedly at Living on Video by Trans-X? I kind of almost don't even care if it is.
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If you go to Afflecks Palace in this heat wave might i suggest you take a mule laden with cold drinks and a bikini with you! Also a sherpa wouldn't go amiss.
I didn't, and by the time we got to the top, dropping down with heat exhaustion, we found that the cafe, our salvation, shut at 4.
We threw ourselves at their merci, asking simply to seat ourselves for a moment, but they were as hard as nails because their floor had just been 'done'.
Evil!!!
So we dragged ourselves out and got pissed in a pub instead.
Go us.
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