Monday, March 24, 2008

The Easter Break

Storm Brewing Over The City, originally uploaded by Mr Atrocity.

I never thought it could happen. I've just had four consecutive days off work. Apart from the revolting weather, which has seen a permanent mixture of very high winds, rain, snow , sleet and hail, I've had a lovely time. Poor Tinseltroos had to work on Friday so I amused myself with a brisk walk down to the Hayward Gallery to see the Alexander Rodchenko exhibition there. From there I walked along the South bank of the Thames eastward, practically to Rotherhithe. There, in one of my favourite pubs, The Angel, I met Tommy Dog for a couple of beers, some pub grub and a good natter. We chewed the fat for a couple of hours then he headed south back to Camberwell and I took a protracted route over Tower Bridge and through the city back to Schossadlerflug.

On Saturday Tinseltroos and I had breakfast in Soho and then T did some serious no holds barred dress shopping whilst I looked on in amazement. Well actually I parked myself in a sofa in the shop and read the Vogue which happened to be there whilst T did her thing. She got two delightful dresses and she will look gorgeeous in both (less so if sh wears them both at once). This was her reward for all the overtime she's been putting in recently and she really earned it.

On Saturday Evening I walked up to Camden to a friend's birthday drinks. I wore my newish tweed suit. Partially this was for reasons of sartorial elegance and contrariness and partly it was because it was bloody cold and heavy wool clothing seemed the most practical choice. The bar selected for the event was OK-ish but incredibly expensive and half the bar-staff were pretty clueless. To advertise yourself as a cocktail bar and not know how to mix a Manhattan is pretty inexcusable. It is one of the classics.

On Sunday T and I started the day with huevos rancheros. Having been warmed on the inside by breakfast we wrapped ourselves up once more into spheres of wool and fleece and walked up to Primrose Hill and back. We stopped for a sandwich on our journey home before I cooked a store cupboard spectacular when we got home as all the shops were shut. I did manage to finish up three almost empty bags of pasta which makes the kitchen neater if nothing else.

Today we've mostly mooched about. I played some guitar. I've made a new tone on my Line 6 box of noises thing so I was keen to try out my repertoire through it. I can now declare myself happy and may even record something with it if I get some time this week. I've also read a little, programmed a little and scribbled a little. In a few minutes I'll probably start cooking dinner which will be vegetarian shepherd's pie again. I feel really quite rested and can conceive of the idea of work without bursting into tears again.

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Blogger Churlita said...

Oh, that sounds wonderful. We don't get any time off for Easter as it is considered a religious holiday.

7:12 pm  
Blogger Mr Atrocity said...

Ah yes. Mind you, we don't get Independence Day or Thanksgiving so it probably evens itself up in the end.

It amuses me no end that Easter is seen as a Christian holiday given all the pagan eggs, rabbits, chicks and the name, Ostara of which Easter is a corruption. Hope all you witches had fun.

7:29 pm  
Blogger Mandi said...

Sounds like your weekend was lovely and refreshing. Glad you got some time off. (and that T got some new dresses!)

"...I walked along the South bank of the Thames..." (makes me wish I lived in your world... jealous!)

2:40 am  
Blogger Mr Atrocity said...

The south bank of the Thames isn't that romantic unless you're into Victorian industrial architecture in a big way. Personally I love it but it's not to everyone's taste.

1:52 pm  
Blogger booda baby said...

That was a nice weekend to read - especially since I'm reading it on a Thursday and, in my opinion, deserving one JUST like it. Yes. Nice weekend. With the exception of the bitter cold. Cold being relative. Bitterness? Not so much. I mean, when you're cold and it's wet and it's approaching April, I think one's entitled to a little absolute bitterness.

Have you been to a Gilbert and Whatever the Rest of Them Is exhibition? I'd like one of those.

Dukes. For Manhattans and Martinis. (And they've got some kickassed nibbles. The Lanesborough, too.) Expensive enough to make your teeth hurt, but you know - at least it comes with some enduring - something. Ambience and theater.

9:27 pm  

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