Monday, March 09, 2009

Dozing on the couch

That is what Mark is currently doing, its nearly 11pm and he plonked himself there at about 8pm tonight, so I thought to entertain myself by writing a few blogs. I have only got one done so far, as you can see and looking back on my last lot of blogs its clear that I am a bit behind again.

This weekend we headed over the the Natural History Museum for the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition, its one of my favourite ones and I missed it last year.

This little one was my favourite, though its hard to pick and the ones that won were certainly not the ones I would have picked as the best.

Thus we have started embarking on our ever lapsing cultural expeditions, but there will be no more of that now, winter is over, the sun is coming out and staying out longer, hibernation time is done with. That and the countdown is on - 11 months and counting.

Last week I armed myself with a Time Out London magazine, grabbed the Saturday papers and poured through them for inspiration on where to go and what to do. That also makes it a bit trickier as whilst on a daily basis my only clue as to London's hidden activities (they are as if you don't look for them you won't know they are on) are the posters in the tube escalators, having such in depth guidance only adds to the confusion, as my god there is just far to much on.

Alas, it must be done, as there are only so many times you can see the posters for Carmen, Chicago and We Will Rock You and after a while you start to think that maybe you did see them...(no doubt I haven't but all 3 now must be added to the never ending, and never to be completed - such is life - things "To do in London" list.

Starting us off will be next week seeing Sneaky Sound system in Shepard's Bush (good ol' Shepard's bush....used to be very Australian but now a very large Polish community), but I have complied a short list for my own amusement of things I really would like to see this year....and in no particular order;

The Australian Film Festival to see Cactus...(recommendations welcome)

We Will Rock You

Chicago

The 39 Steps

London Fashion Week (I just missed it this weekend)

La Clique

Hats - An Anthology (V&A)

Le Corbusier at Barbican

Babylon - British Museum

Museum of Docklands

Kew Gardens

Fabric (night club - though seriously getting too old for this...)

Burlesque....not sure who or where

Three Days of Rain (play)

Summer movies in Regents Park

Mamma Mia! (again)

Priscilla Queen of the Desert (the Musical with Jason Donovan...got to be hilarious)

The Paper Cinema - not sure myself but has good reviews

Billy Elliot

Taming of the Shrew

Les Miserable ....just because I cannot believe I have not seen it yet

Jack the Ripper walking tour (and several others actually)

I think that is all for now...but I will review the posters in the tube again tomorrow...quality reading :-)

Sunday Roast Obsession

That is what I have, I need to have a roast on a Sunday, and I have been since, humm let me see, I think I have to go back to last August now, with maybe a few exceptions in between. Most usually when we have got the pub late and shock horror, they have run out of roasts! Never a happy girl when that has happened.

Since moving to Tufnell Park we have been trying to find the currently, but hopefully not for long, elusive best Sunday roast in Kentish Town, Dartmouth Park, Tufnell Park triangle, as you can see there are actually quite a few (23 are shown below)

So far....

The Torriano - One of the first pubs we visited in the area, we did a lot of walking around when flat hunting so we were always find random pubs. We stopped at this one for a cheeky one of the way to a viewing one night. Lovely and neighbourly, its tucked away so you'd have to know it to find it. We felt a bit out of place, so probably won't get back there for a roast, but loved the center bar and the big couches.

The Assembly House - Large simple pub right near the station, another one Mark and i sat in whilst discusing the deporable conditions of some of potential new flats, along with the joy of finding the one we currently occupy. Large windows, big ornate ceilings, wood turned central bar, lots of large tables and a simple but tasty looking menu, but alas on looking Sunday roasts were not on the menu. It is quite grand and has potential, but something feels amiss there, just not cosy enough, must be those high ceilings and the lack of massive oversized chandeliers that all the gastro pubs seem to have.

The Junction House - nice food, but not anything to jump up and down about, average roast and clearly not memorable as I am struggling to even remember the food at all. Had Addelstones cloudy cider on tap, which is good as have developed a taste for that after being introduced to it by Pam before she trotted back to sunny Melbourne. The service was good too.

Lord Palmerston - We thought we were on a winner with this one, gastro pub, good wine, a mere 20m from our front door, a thoughtful mention in the London Lite (free evening paper), however it, despite all this, ended up leaving us quite disappointed and quite empty - literally.

The roast was tiny a mere one piece of roast meat, tasty but my tummy kept grumbling, a few roast potatoes and a small bowl of vegetables between the two of us. Usually roast lunch is the meal of the day, I took one look at this little lot and promptly told Mark I would require dinner. On the upside the apple crumble was tasty, we had lots of space to spread out our papers, and Mark had a well made Bloody Mary from the Aussie chick behind the bar. Oh and its named after the Lord Palmerston who was British Prime Minister twice in the 1800's.

Boston Arms - Good Guinness and the football. An Irish old mans pub is all I can say really, a very large and impressive building on the outside, but stripped of all decadence within. They didn't even do food and didn't bat and eyelid when I popped out to the chippie and got us some nibbles.

The Oxford - Nice gastro pub atmosphere, right on the Kentish Town high street so attracted a rather mixed crowd, but more importantly nice good - a good solid Sunday roast. Though Mark thought it needed more vegetables, and my only problem was the Banoffee pie I was so looking forward to was more like cream pie with a bit of caramel and 3 little bits of banana. So almost there, the hunt continues.

The Dartmouth Arms - This is a find and a half! We are both chuffed that this pub is rated the highest of all of them so far, and we only found it by accident, despite it being only at the other end of our road.

Friday night we headed in with Anais, Ahmed and Kerry to discover that this pub was Marks dream pub. It has the sports, big comfy couches, plenty of atmosphere, delicious home style food (my chicken risotto was quite impressive, as was Mark's burger and oysters...) and best of all one of the largest cider selections in all of London - about 14 in all, most places your lucky if you can get 1. Mark being very fond of cider was definitely very pleased.

I also think he will even be more pleased when I tell him they have Moules Marinara on Thursdays. Best of all we have not even had a roast there as yet, so we are going to have to book ourselves in as whilst its a tucked away local, its definitely one all the locals go to all the time.

The Abbey - We tried this one just today actually with Matt and Cristina, and it was not half bad. After nearly drowning on the way there, we got caught in a spring shower, we got in an scored a seat - just. The roasts were pretty good with lots of meat, roast potatoes and vegetables, too much meat almost, i actually ended up leaving some - ah heaven forbid.

There was a good wine selection, and the fruit crumble was large and tasty too. So despite quirky and rather "muppet" (Matt's word for stupid person) like staff members, we checked off a few boxes on that one.

It also has an amazing beer roof garden, a very random crowd (it is near Camden end) and plenty of tunes - though it was just a tad difficult for a chat as the random music started to get quite loud (Jimmy Hendrix, Crowded House, Kings of Leon....). Oh and its got an overall Afro Caribbean feel, well the food overall and well we are going to head back one day for traditional home style Jamaican Jerk chicken...yum.

Coming soon..... further reviews on The Dartmouth Arms....as its yet to have its Sunday roast scrutiny and another one called The Pineapple.

Monday, February 23, 2009

TUBE RAGE ALERT

Yes that would be me. I think I have been here too long. No I didn't punch, slap, pinch or bash anyone, but sometimes I think I'd like to and that could be bad (note to self may have to use that punching bag at gym on certain days!!). I merely swore, out loud, not at anyone in particular, so yes other people would have realised I was well peeved.

I just get aggravated when people, who really don't deserve a seat - MEN - in general will dive for them. This has happened to me several times, but this time 2 men dived past me on the same tube to get seats that I should have had. Why am I more deserving? I am probably not. BUT I have to travel further (not that they know this) AND BUT I am commuting *. Neither of them were, they got off many stops before I did and were dressed casually - SO NOT commuting.

* have random day dreams about London Underground coming up with rules on where you can stand on the platform and what carriages you are allowed in depending on where you are travelling to and at what time you have to be there...with your commute being built into your Oyster card and having to swipe in on the carriage too. Oh and tourists not being allowed to travel between 8am-9am and 5-7pm. Far fetched, super difficult to administer, but I can dream can't i!!!

However, no generally am not more deserving, I am just thinking that because I don't rush for a seat that I should not get one. I actually have to be quicker and pushier, but being like that would make me more of a Londoner than I really ever want to be. I don't want to be like them, that is my point, I want to get a seat on the train without the slow motion pushy dive past people, cause it makes me feel bad for doing it.

As I have only been commuting from Kentish Town for a couple of weeks, basically at the moment my morning is spent strategising. Where I should get on the tube, so to easily get to stand nearest the seats, then so to be by those people who may get off the earliest, so that I might get to sit for just a little while before I get to work. Its stressful to do this, I get de-stressed by having the seat just for a little while, which makes me a much lovlier person (note - I am NOT ever a morning person in general) when I actually emerge in one piece at St James park in the morning.

The other day, a seat became available right in front of me, a man moved aside I sat down, then he under his breath (loud enough for me to hear though) bitched to his girlfriend that he had actually moved for her to have the seat. Well tough! (note - they got off at the next stop anyway).It was right in front of me, that is when it IS up for grabs and I AM actually ALLOWED to just sit down. THAT is when it is mine and that is when I am not being pushy, I am just taking what is there...

So if I get made to feel bad about doing that then imagine how awful I would feel if I had actually, made a Mark Schwartzer move for the seat!

Thank you for enjoying my rant for the day...that will be all...class dismissed....

A cosy new home

We are now officially in and suprisingly, how time flies, we have nearly been in a whole month. It only took a week to unpack everything and there are still a few boxes of papers hidden safely away and I am sure will be neglected till we need to move again. Why then have you waited to see more photos? Blame the internet people - soo sooo slow, we only got it active on Friday, it only took 2 weeks, grr.

As you can see I have made it very homely and it is indeed lovely and cosy. Did I mention the spare bedroom for would be visitors?? Hint hint. As you can also see I have plenty of books and more are really not required, though I just bought a guidebook on France, does that count as a book? Its reference and super important for upcoming travels, so I am going to say no.

We have already used our fully equiped kitchen - you'd think since its been 3 weeks - and I have even stepped in it too. Yes - donned tools and cooked....hard to imagine but it did happen! I have made a delicious stirfry from scratch, wihtout managing to burn down the flat and also I made pasta too. Mark is ever so helpful, but he gets in the way and is banished to the sofa.

So here are a few pics! Enjoy
The Living area
Our kitchen dining area...dining just for show we never eat there!
Mark hard at work in the kitchen
And the main bedroom

Quote me...

"Gratitude, humility and praise are the way to kindle love in a good heart, ... But when gratitude and admiration are expressed constantly they can have the opposite effect.
They become a kind of drug for the one who is on the receiving end, who then starts to demand admiration and gratitude at all costs, by means of violence, blackmail or threats. In so doing you can cause the person on whom you shower gratitude and admiration to believe in his superiority and above all his superiority over you.
In place of a companion from whom you expect love you create yourself a master who regards himself as a good, who gives orders, takes decisions and issues pardons and rewards where appropriate. But all those functions belong to another Lord altogether. The human reward for gratitude and recognition tends to be ingratitude.
The person who has tried to obtain love by means of gratitude and service tends to receive the opposite."

The Ultimate Intimacy - Ivan Klima
This quote, or rather extract, I found rather interesting, not because I believe necessarily that I have suffered like the character, but I can empathise with her. It can definately be true in relationships that one can shower the other with love, praise and gratitude and that it not be respected or taken as love that should be returned in the same copious quantities that it is given.

Monday, February 09, 2009

North Londerners once more

We have done it we have moved back North, it is a move that has been said never happens, once South never again North. I suppose since we are Australian and not English the rule does not apply.

So we now are living in Dartmouth Park, which is a tiny pocket suburb surrounded by Highgate, Tufnell Park, and Kentish Town. We are about 3 minutes from Tufnell Park tube station (Northern Line, so easy Southern access) and 10 minutes walk (all downhill) to Kentish Town tube and overground (which takes us to Kings Cross or West Hampstead in mere minutes). We are also a very short 10 minute walk to Parliament Hill, where you can go fly a kite! Or sledge even when there is snow...

Welcome, this is the front of our flat (1st floor) in the snow...

The lounge room

The Kitchen, just off the lounge, so Mark can multitask with cooking and watching TV at the same time

The Hall way and second bedroom...note to potential family and friends wanting to visit London!! hint hint

The Bathroom

The Bedroom, which has a view all the way to the Gherkin!

Ok so these photos are of the day we moved in, so its now nice and homely and those pictures will come soon too.

Stay tuned for pics of - Snow...snow and more snow along with long belated blogs on Xmas

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Austraya Day!

Another year, where I fail, unfortunately to have the day off that I deserve as an Aussie, so what did I do, well I had to make do.

Firstly at work we had all promised to contribute to make it a day at work that was as Aussie as possible, we had scarves, pinny's and tattoos representing Australia and food. Lots of food.



I as you can see choose to make lamingtons, not having the luxury of just popping into Coles for a dozen. They turned our fabulous, even though I choose the tricky option of making them with a jam centre.

MMmmm.... 2 hours of my time well worth it for sure. And below is the proof that I actually prepared them myself, yes you do see cooking utensils and the like in the picture, it is not a subterfuge!!



Here below is all our goodies lined up, mainly from a very worthwhile trip to the Australia shop in Covent Garden. We have BBQ shapes, Twisties (Cheese and Chicken), Minties, Pavlova, Monte carlos and of course THE lamingtons.

We also had mini packs of BBQ shapes and Freddo frogs on our desks. (PS feel free to send me any of the above anytime you like - I am happy to provide my address for such goodie delivery's)



After work, Matt, Rachael, me and our token Aussie Amy, headed over to the Walkabout for a few quiet drinks. Well it was quiet and noisy at the same time because one you cannot speak, or hear anyone speak and the music - all Aussie - is so ear drum shattering its not funny.

We got the lot, some oldies Midnight Oil, John Farhham, Jimmy, Crowded House, Men at work, The Angels, Cold Chisel, and one of my favs Hunters & Collectors, along with the grown up INXS, Powderfinger and the new Sneaky Sound system. Oh and we got a few random versions of Advance Australia Fair and Waltzing Matilda too.

Ah bless, you can only do one thing and that is join in with the flag/jersey/thong wearing and waving, skippy swinging, tattoo (Aussie Flag) wearing crowd...! Or queue at the bar which was a 15 min, 3 deep wait at best.

Rachael and Amy

Me with Matt and Rachael.

PS Happy Australia Day everyone! Cheers!!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Just a preview....

Just a preview of our lovely new flat, obviously I will make it lovely and homely, then put up more pictures for you all.
PS have a peek at this soon, as am not sure how long the link will live for!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Parcels of deliciousness - French vs English

I have recently been reading a book called the Goddess experience, which is mainly about all the wonderful things in life that make us happy from one girls point of view.

One of those things was Laduree macaroons, which got me drooling and wishing to run to Paris to line up with the cool locals for tiny morsels of deliciousness, as I remembered that my boss at Work Directions had bought us some back from there a long time ago.

Laduree macaroons (note - my desk and my little Aussie flag in the background)

BUT then ..... this lovely girl pointed out that a tiny Laduree shop is on Piccadilly, just here in London. Just a 20 minute walk from work. So what could I do, next day at lunch headed up there to the gold cavernous shop (it looks like a golden cave, with gold leaf covered stone walls) and purchased an array of 8 scrumptious macaroons, which were I must say just divine.

THEN I noticed Fortnum & Mason were just across the road, humm.. my friend Sophie had told me the cupcakes were to die for so I decided to pop in to see what they had. I would have a taste off between macaroons and cupcakes.

Fortnum & Mason - Cupcake

Well Fortnum & Mason have everything, they are like a massive department store/ supermarket over several levels, that sells everything from caviar, chocolate (delicious), to linen, to handbags, to salmon to wine. It was seriously the most expensive supermarket I had ever been in. Not likely for my grocery shopping, but I only wanted a cupcake, and time was short so the temptation to buy was obstructed by my short already nearly over lunch break.

Well the competition was stiff, the cupcake moist and delightful the macaroons beyond perfection, especially the vanilla and strawberry, so well - they both win...YUM