Frome Cheese Show

Prize winning Stilton. Look at the moonscape loveliness of the rind.




















The view inside the cheese tent, and a stilton with plums.




















A veined Cheddar, and a beautuful Jersey cow.





















A very pregnant Fresian, and the Stilton table.


















See even Cows need a hairdresser! I was quite taken with the outfits the farmers wore to show their animals, they looked very smart, even if white isn't very practical in a cattle shed. I love how shiny the cows were.




















These are some very young famers showing lovely fluffy sheeps.













The most comical animals there were these lovely cheeky piglets, and these very friendly and cuddley looking sheep. I want to make a toy of one of these lovely sheep.




















In the horticulture tent, there were competitions for the best veg, I liked this beautiful marrow, though it wasn't the prize winner, and this octopus made from veg in the kids comp.




















This cute goat was making a racket in the goat tent, perhaps it wanted to eat the lovely beetroot...



















They had flower arranging competitions as well. The left hand image is the smallest flower arrangement I've ever seen and it was in a tiny top hat. The right hand one is called 'Strawberries and Cream'. I think I love lillies more than roses, even with their death connotations.













Eats! Lamb Kofte Sausages, salad, couscous with cumin, tsatiki, and olive oil infused bread with olives and herbs.



















More animals made from fruit and veg. A Melon turtle/tortoise and an apple strawberry and grape catapiller.


I had a lovely agricultural day, and ate far too much nice cheese. I also bought a fabulous cut glass necklace from a junk stall for £10 *gasp* but it's all lovely and iridescent and like wearing rainbows.

Frome Cheese Show

Prize winning Stilton. Look at the moonscape loveliness of the rind.




















The view inside the cheese tent, and a stilton with plums.




















A veined Cheddar, and a beautuful Jersey cow.





















A very pregnant Fresian, and the Stilton table.


















See even Cows need a hairdresser! I was quite taken with the outfits the farmers wore to show their animals, they looked very smart, even if white isn't very practical in a cattle shed. I love how shiny the cows were.




















These are some very young famers showing lovely fluffy sheeps.













The most comical animals there were these lovely cheeky piglets, and these very friendly and cuddley looking sheep. I want to make a toy of one of these lovely sheep.




















In the horticulture tent, there were competitions for the best veg, I liked this beautiful marrow, though it wasn't the prize winner, and this octopus made from veg in the kids comp.




















This cute goat was making a racket in the goat tent, perhaps it wanted to eat the lovely beetroot...



















They had flower arranging competitions as well. The left hand image is the smallest flower arrangement I've ever seen and it was in a tiny top hat. The right hand one is called 'Strawberries and Cream'. I think I love lillies more than roses, even with their death connotations.













Eats! Lamb Kofte Sausages, salad, couscous with cumin, tsatiki, and olive oil infused bread with olives and herbs.



















More animals made from fruit and veg. A Melon turtle/tortoise and an apple strawberry and grape catapiller.


I had a lovely agricultural day, and ate far too much nice cheese. I also bought a fabulous cut glass necklace from a junk stall for £10 *gasp* but it's all lovely and iridescent and like wearing rainbows.

Radio One

Just because I'm doing some boring data entry task, I've put Radio One on my personal stereo. (Remember those? Old school me!) It's helping the day go faster as I sat here dancing as I type.

But I swear it's channelling my brain.

First - Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis. This song I like to play loud and hope to spend this term dancing to at the Cube.
Second - Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls. I know I'm supposed to hate them on principal. But this is the song I spent last term dancing to in the Cube. And it has very happy memories attached to it.

What would make it perfect if it were Razorlight or the Killers next.

Radio One

Just because I'm doing some boring data entry task, I've put Radio One on my personal stereo. (Remember those? Old school me!) It's helping the day go faster as I sat here dancing as I type.

But I swear it's channelling my brain.

First - Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis. This song I like to play loud and hope to spend this term dancing to at the Cube.
Second - Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls. I know I'm supposed to hate them on principal. But this is the song I spent last term dancing to in the Cube. And it has very happy memories attached to it.

What would make it perfect if it were Razorlight or the Killers next.

Home smells

Yesterday I was sick. Today I am much better and back at work, but yesterday I was sick. It was my reoccuring stomach ache thing, that I've had pretty much since I came home from Uni.

I had jumped up at 545, taken my medication and practically fell down the ladder of my cabin, high sleeper bed. These things were not designed for ill people, however practical their space creating height maybe. A huge wave of nausea hit me, and I raced to the bathroom, rudely shoving family aside, and then stumbling almost blindly to bed. (Sorry family!) I am unusal in that I vomit only very very rarely, and so have to sit with such stomach pains for a while. Whilst vomiting is never plesant, in way I wish I would just be sick in these situations as then I'd get rid of whatever was troubling me.

However, sickness is not what I wanted to be the thrust of today's post. Lying in bed all day wrapped in my duvet, I was struck by the fact that home smells. I am not being rude about my mothers cleaning abilities, or implying that the various other members of my family have body odour isssue. There is this all pervading smell in the house, and it seems to get stronger upstairs. I really can't distinguish its component parts. There is something metallic, something cool, something like washing powder, but nothing I can explicitly explain. A whiff of it makes me feel sleepy and comforted, and makes me think of my cheek against the cool side of the pillow, and of dreamless sleep and early mornings reading in sunrise light.

I enjoyed my day in bed playing with the laptop and broken wireless. I slept for a few hours at a time and pestered a person in the interim.

There are other smells that make me at home. Stewing apple is forever being four, and at home with mum and watching her chop the huge sour cooking apples from our tree. Flapjack smell is coming home from school. The mingle of wool suits and sweat and silk ties and engine oil is my dad when he'd come and see me after work. Jasmin is my granny, cigars my papa. There are Soton smells that tell me I'm at home too. Leather bound books, photocopy ink, kebab.

The smell of the nape of someone's neck.

Home smells

Yesterday I was sick. Today I am much better and back at work, but yesterday I was sick. It was my reoccuring stomach ache thing, that I've had pretty much since I came home from Uni.

I had jumped up at 545, taken my medication and practically fell down the ladder of my cabin, high sleeper bed. These things were not designed for ill people, however practical their space creating height maybe. A huge wave of nausea hit me, and I raced to the bathroom, rudely shoving family aside, and then stumbling almost blindly to bed. (Sorry family!) I am unusal in that I vomit only very very rarely, and so have to sit with such stomach pains for a while. Whilst vomiting is never plesant, in way I wish I would just be sick in these situations as then I'd get rid of whatever was troubling me.

However, sickness is not what I wanted to be the thrust of today's post. Lying in bed all day wrapped in my duvet, I was struck by the fact that home smells. I am not being rude about my mothers cleaning abilities, or implying that the various other members of my family have body odour isssue. There is this all pervading smell in the house, and it seems to get stronger upstairs. I really can't distinguish its component parts. There is something metallic, something cool, something like washing powder, but nothing I can explicitly explain. A whiff of it makes me feel sleepy and comforted, and makes me think of my cheek against the cool side of the pillow, and of dreamless sleep and early mornings reading in sunrise light.

I enjoyed my day in bed playing with the laptop and broken wireless. I slept for a few hours at a time and pestered a person in the interim.

There are other smells that make me at home. Stewing apple is forever being four, and at home with mum and watching her chop the huge sour cooking apples from our tree. Flapjack smell is coming home from school. The mingle of wool suits and sweat and silk ties and engine oil is my dad when he'd come and see me after work. Jasmin is my granny, cigars my papa. There are Soton smells that tell me I'm at home too. Leather bound books, photocopy ink, kebab.

The smell of the nape of someone's neck.

Phood and phings...

Yarh!

The sunday following my previous proper post, Chris and I went to eat at my favourite eat - ey place in Southampton. THE MEDITERRANEAN MEZE BAR! Which is incidently in the West Quay shopping centre, the place that is the cool beige marble shrine to consumerism in Southamption City Centre. They have this fabulous meal deal, whereby one orders three things from the menu on a plate for £5.50. This is more than enough to be a satisfying lunch for two. This time we had: Veggie Moussaka, Greek Salad and Lamb Doner meat with chilli sauce. We also ordered a small tub of olives and extra pitta. We did have to wait for our doner as they were cooking a new batch, but it's lovely high quality meat for a small fast food joint and so worth it.

I also finished Dave's rug. Here it is clashing with the highly patterned carpet on the lads's landing.




I hope he likes it. I currently have 5 inches done on my sweater dress... I dunno about another 40 to go ;-)

Phood and phings...

Yarh!

The sunday following my previous proper post, Chris and I went to eat at my favourite eat - ey place in Southampton. THE MEDITERRANEAN MEZE BAR! Which is incidently in the West Quay shopping centre, the place that is the cool beige marble shrine to consumerism in Southamption City Centre. They have this fabulous meal deal, whereby one orders three things from the menu on a plate for £5.50. This is more than enough to be a satisfying lunch for two. This time we had: Veggie Moussaka, Greek Salad and Lamb Doner meat with chilli sauce. We also ordered a small tub of olives and extra pitta. We did have to wait for our doner as they were cooking a new batch, but it's lovely high quality meat for a small fast food joint and so worth it.

I also finished Dave's rug. Here it is clashing with the highly patterned carpet on the lads's landing.




I hope he likes it. I currently have 5 inches done on my sweater dress... I dunno about another 40 to go ;-)

Radio 4! Me on national radio!

I was on Radio 4 today. Talking about uni. Go to http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/youandyours/coming_up.shtml and use today's listen again function. Gah I was so nervous!

Radio 4! Me on national radio!

I was on Radio 4 today. Talking about uni. Go to http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/youandyours/coming_up.shtml and use today's listen again function. Gah I was so nervous!

Quote of the weekend among other things...

"It was just ambient thrusting..."

Work has reached the stage where there is so little for me to do that they are sending me home at lunch time. Yay and Boo all at once. I'd rather be busy and feel like I'm earning my money, but the free time to read at work, or go home and sew is rather nice.

I jumped on a train to Soton after work on Friday and went to get keys cut for my house and other such things, and spent the evening eating in an Indian restaurant, the Kohinoor in Portswood, but not managing to finish my meal. This wierd stomach thing has been driving me mad. It seems the only thing I want to eat is plain salty things, with everything else making me nauseous. And before you ask no I'm not pregnant...lol!

The restaurant was far nicer on the inside than it looked from the outside, and the company was excellent. I shared meat samosas, lamb razella, poppadoms and dips, lamb jalfrezy, and vegetable bangala, rice and plain naan bread. I think our eyes were bigger than our stomachs! The samosa were samosa like, the lamb razella, shredded lamb in a tomato - y sauce served with strips of naan to eat it with. I think I liked that the best. It reminded me a bit of burrito filling, and was very tasty. The jalfrezy was very very hot, full of tomato and coriander and very succulent pieces of lamb. Finally the vegetable bangala was a mix of veg, baked in a creamy, coconut, mild curry sauce. That was a bit rich for my poor stomach! If I go again, I might be temped to skip the starters, and have two mains and a veg dish, or two mains and rice and naan. Can't do without a naan bread!

Today has been a lazy day watching Farscape at Chris' house, and borrowing his laptop to make posters for my new performance venture. 'Move' is going to be a combination of dance, physical theatre and contact improvisation, open to dancers, martial artists, actors, comics and anyone who wants to explore how the body can move. I think the sessions will normally run as a warm up, then improvisation to tracks chosen by leaders, then a free session where people can being ideas and work on them within the group and time spent on previous pieces. This is with an eye to create original performance pieces. Should be fun. I have my eye on a Lea Anderson style humourous piece on student life, drawing on pedestrian movement and lots of contact work.

I expect I will go home tomorrow evening, but there is shopping to be doing first.... :-)

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Quote of the weekend among other things...

"It was just ambient thrusting..."

Work has reached the stage where there is so little for me to do that they are sending me home at lunch time. Yay and Boo all at once. I'd rather be busy and feel like I'm earning my money, but the free time to read at work, or go home and sew is rather nice.

I jumped on a train to Soton after work on Friday and went to get keys cut for my house and other such things, and spent the evening eating in an Indian restaurant, the Kohinoor in Portswood, but not managing to finish my meal. This wierd stomach thing has been driving me mad. It seems the only thing I want to eat is plain salty things, with everything else making me nauseous. And before you ask no I'm not pregnant...lol!

The restaurant was far nicer on the inside than it looked from the outside, and the company was excellent. I shared meat samosas, lamb razella, poppadoms and dips, lamb jalfrezy, and vegetable bangala, rice and plain naan bread. I think our eyes were bigger than our stomachs! The samosa were samosa like, the lamb razella, shredded lamb in a tomato - y sauce served with strips of naan to eat it with. I think I liked that the best. It reminded me a bit of burrito filling, and was very tasty. The jalfrezy was very very hot, full of tomato and coriander and very succulent pieces of lamb. Finally the vegetable bangala was a mix of veg, baked in a creamy, coconut, mild curry sauce. That was a bit rich for my poor stomach! If I go again, I might be temped to skip the starters, and have two mains and a veg dish, or two mains and rice and naan. Can't do without a naan bread!

Today has been a lazy day watching Farscape at Chris' house, and borrowing his laptop to make posters for my new performance venture. 'Move' is going to be a combination of dance, physical theatre and contact improvisation, open to dancers, martial artists, actors, comics and anyone who wants to explore how the body can move. I think the sessions will normally run as a warm up, then improvisation to tracks chosen by leaders, then a free session where people can being ideas and work on them within the group and time spent on previous pieces. This is with an eye to create original performance pieces. Should be fun. I have my eye on a Lea Anderson style humourous piece on student life, drawing on pedestrian movement and lots of contact work.

I expect I will go home tomorrow evening, but there is shopping to be doing first.... :-)

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Some pictures for your delectation:-

There's a word for me!

Philomath: A lover of learning.

I think I need to change my blog name!

There's a word for me!

Philomath: A lover of learning.

I think I need to change my blog name!