Nothing Much

Just felt like blogging today but haven't got anything much to write about. Some random thoughts:



* It was Patti Smith's birthday the other day. I don't know much about her - just that I love her song Pissing In The River from the Times Square soundtrack. They played a song of hers which was kind of ska beat and kind of early punk and it was great. When they back announced it it was called Redondo Beach. Whoa. That's where we stayed on our first visit to the US when we had just picked up Will from Guatemala. Redondo Beach - just the name chimes something in my heart. Don't know why. It was a nice place, not touristy but nice. I think it was a suburb in the process of being gentrified; it had that foot in both camps air about it. A marina and a boardwalk filled with closed amusements (that always make me melancholy). Our first encounter with Joe's Crab Shack. Memories. I've downloaded that song from iTunes and I keep playing it. Patti's voice makes me happy and sad. It's a sad song with a happy beat. Here it is on YouTube.



* I've decided to make February Fawlty Feb. I caught half an episode of Fawlty Towers - The Psychiatrist - yesterday and it made me laugh so much. That show has all the answers to all of life's questions. So everyday in February you will get a quote from arguably the best situation comedy every made. It might not answer all your life questions but it will hopefully give you a giggle.



* I've decided to do a cake decorating course early this year. I'm under no illusion that this will become a huge passion but I want to give it a go. Generally with crafty hobbies I get inspired, spend a small fortune on supplies, make one half hearted project and promptly forget all about it. Attention span of a two year old. I think in my fantasy world I'll do one eight week course, become the most brilliant cake decorator the world has ever seen and Duff from Charm City Cakes will hear all about me and instantly recruit me to work alongside him and all those cool folk making fabulous cakes for fabulous people... Then I'll wake up and realise homework hasn't been finished and one of the kids has to be at school early for an excursion.

Wishful Thinking

I spend more time than is probably healthy daydreaming about being a pastrychef at Charm City Cakes (as seen on Ace of Cakes). It would be so amazingly fun and cool to hang out with Duff and Mary Alice and strange Geof and the rest of the gang. We would make the most wonderful, creative cakes and there would be non-stop hilarious banter. It's sort of my running away to the circus daydream.

What they would make of a weird, 42 year old with no abilities whatsoever in the pastrycooking department turning up on their doorstep wanting an apprenticeship?