holy christ, where are we??

hard to believe but good old deptford is becoming fashionable, with a number of reports on its restaurants (£120 for a meal in D??) in the evening standard  and the guardian, with all the pros and cons of gentrification thrown at us. now that deptford can also claim to host lewisham's only cinema (and my husband loosely involved there), it clearly reaches for the stars... 

melting pans and pots

"the influence of london is greater than might be immediately apparent. london looks outwards — and will continue to do so despite ingerlandland’s wanton self-harm. theresa may’s “if you believe you are a citizen of the world you are a citizen of nowhere” is the assertion of a half-wit.

jonathan meades in the ft(on culinary plagiarism, but it works nicely in a more general sense…)

lately at my station

credits go to luke agbaimoni

at my desk today...

... looking grim... don't know why...

Georgie-Porgie

the latest in daughter's long list of mounts - the rather fabulous george, who, i am told, nobody in the stable really wants to ride because he is rather - shall we say - independently minded? daughter however seems to get along fine - so far, that is...