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Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving!!


Happy Thanksgiving, dear reader!! As you can see, in my neverending (and, frankly, exhausting) quest to keep ahead of the curve, I've already had my Thanksgiving dinner: chestnut soup, sweet potato and cheesy biscuits, stuffed pork (little bit edgy, but I've already peaked on turkey this month) with all the trimmings, deeeeeeelicious French cheeses, pecan pie and persimmon pudding. And a couple of bottles of wine each. By the end of the evening, I felt thoroughly (my italics) American (no mean achievement) and went around telling everyone I was going to "bust their ass" and asking if they were "talking to me? You talking to me?." Marvellous. Actually, I should confess that it was my very first Thanksgiving dinner EVER, but I'm never one to look a four-course meal in the mouth, am I? Many thanks to Laura and Braden, the only friends I have with enough plates, knives and forks to contemplate organizing something like this (and without whom I'm sure I'd be a good 10kg lighter) and, of course, my fellow cooks/guests, for a top evening.
P.S. Rhino's TOP TV PICK OF THE WEEK: "Dirt" with Courtney Cox. LOVIN' it.

Friday, November 02, 2007

We're On For It - Are You??


Cast your mind back a few months if you will, dear reader, to those halcyon days of summer - Paris, Pimms, chocolate tart, a Gay Union Jack, a very burnt head, getting locked in the park, a memorable taxi ride - yes, you KNOW what I'm talking about. Some are already referring to it as "The New Woodstock." Anyway, we (that is yours truly, Le Meg, Frog With a Blog, and Petite Anglaise) all enjoyed it so much that we thought we'd do it again - errm NEXT WEEK!!! As the lovely Meg says "Join us next weekend - November 10 - for some drinking, air-kissing, and mutual ego-stroking!"  Tempted? C'mon, don't miss a (possibly) unique opportunity to buy me a drink. Save us from our (usual) fate of getting trollied and ending up at Gay Karaoke yet again (my italics). Meg has thoughtfully knocked up a website for this event. Go there for details. And don't worry if you don't have a blog, come anyway. And remember, last time we got written up in the FT - this time, we're aiming for Vogue/TĂȘtu (or is that just me? and aren't they the same anyway?)