Long Meal

Nothing like taking a day to make a meal, a long meal. A long day, solstice like. A roast chicken, roast potatoes that ended up as "vichy swah with a twist." as Diana put it. POtatos boiled in French onion soup mix, chili pepper kernels, nutmeg and salt....mushy so took the broken ones and mashed them up with double cream and soft goats cheese spread, milk, then added chopped chives and spring onion soaked in fig vinagrette.
a roast chicken-a stuffing of one slice of seven grain bread soaked in milked, added crushed sliced almonds, lemon peel, crushed garlic. and it was enough. Had some Patisserie Valerie cakes to test out for a party later on this coming month. Selva cake with dark choc, cherries, custardy cream, fresh cream, choc cake...the winner. two gateaus. and green tea in my Belgian China cups from the forties. Some Glastonbury on tv. A catch up with Diana. Mum there grumbling about my fussing over food and plates. Ben away at Tony's. Perfect evening, made better by a late night bike ride down to the Southbank. Meeting some nice fixie folk who admired my Nesquick water bottle holder. chits chats, some beach combing. Found lots of things. Found a bike seat and seat post! found a carry on suitcase on the way home. Score. Love Lee  

Sanity

Feeling better and planning on being less imaginative. 

What Happened?

Well. I woke up around midnight by a shorus of angels telling me I was a bit late for the end of the world, but there was still time...infact, It was going to end at 4:32 in the morning. It got weird. There was a whirlpool. The good angels were going up and the bad angels were going down into hell....and I was on the cusp...I was just holding on...and the good angels said...sorry. I''ll have to see you later. So I concentrated on my pathway to Hell as I was told that this pathway was going to be repeated into eternity. Dark things.

There I thought suddenly because of my very mild protesting, that the FBI and certain government groups had wired my flat and I was under surveillance. I was going down for being wasteful. Accounting for every sin .. INsanity. Then the people from NY were actually members of the KKK and were back...coming back to get me.

It was a bad bleeding fantasy. I imagined that we were going down. Babies that get shaken to death in metal containers. Where it came from, I don't know. But I became the mother of this person.I ran with Ben I told him I'd save him. I wrapped him in a blanket and took him to Tony's first, but there was a weird vibe. Then to. By this time, I was convinced that we were all going to be collected and tortured and then burnt up in smoke. I was trying to hide. It was like the holocaust. The nieghbors. I told them to turn off the tv. They called the school to come and see me. The lady who is the liason officer had a burn on her neck which just added to my idea that she was part of the torture gang.

Then finally I was convinced that this was not the end of the world and infact I was on a Big Brother type game show. I was then lead out in a wheel chair to an ambulance. To a hospital where I was waiting to meet a certain someone.

Something about being transported to the basement of Buckingham Palace. To be interviewed for the purposes of  marrying one of William's friends. But then, I was not accepted and then....they decided that my son was the Prince of Darkness and had to die in order to bring in the new .....new. I was in danger of being gang raped by the policemen in the basement. I kept pleading with him....Please...just kill me gently. Don't hurt me. Just kill me.

The thing is...this man was a police officer in the basement of Euston Hospital and really...all he needed to say was....don't worry. You are in Euston Hospital. But instead, he kept quiet and seemed a little amused by the scenario. Then they said they were going to transport me. I thought I was going to killed en route. But here I am now and I have just had an incredibly intricate night mare.

Whatever Day it Is

Whatever day it is, this is the first day I've put them up. I rode by yesterday and found a spot by the 38,19 bus stop that looked ideal. Met three people during this session. One guy from Slovakia at the bus stop. He'd like to help. And Peter helped adhere the first tile which is about the closure of playgrounds. He said...I wish there were more people like you doing this. I popped another near a zebra crossing on a disused island. It is low and might not be easily spotted on Lambs con...not on the Coram wall as it would be removed immediately. And a chat with someone from Hackney on his way home. He was happy to hear what I was doing..."That's the trouble. If they knew...if they had an inkling of how people feel...If you took a helicopter ride over london and looked into people's homes and saw how they lived....and what little they have....They have no idea. "He was seething in a calm way but seething. Sadly I have to take a break for a while. It's a start. Maurice in the La Porchetta had also seen the nanny message. A lot of people have. Alice too. Playscheme cuts are coming up in May....soon. But I'm away. I have to write in ...I think it's Henderson making the decision. All just cogs in the wheel. Passing the pound as opposed to the buck. 

NHS cuts, Lords, war

A PR guy came in the studio today and liked my protest tiles. He said, "I'm conservative, but I still like what you're doing. I think the cuts are wrong." He gave me a few pointers and offered a strategy. I don't know how they might make a difference, but for one thing, he said that they point out the human side of this equation and agreed that the people in government make decisions based solely on finances, not on human beings or what it might do to them. This is a country of people, not digits followed by zeros. Unfortunately, there are very  few checks and balances in this UK government. The people making the cuts have nannies, not playschemes. They have private healthcare, not NHS service. In short, they don't know or care about how the majority of people live.
I was also chatting with a finance manager in the local park who works 16 hour days and pays 40 % tax and gets sick of seeing people on benefits living in larger housing than she and her husband can afford. She has been given the budget for the NHS and is making cuts accordingly. She doesn't like what she is doing, but she is following orders. It looks very grim for the next fifteen years. She is from Croatia and has seen how war makes money. She says that wars make money for the few evil people greedy enough to profit from it. There are some very bad people making these decisions. It seems a very simple solution. Just stop spending all the money on the war.
Oskar works in government too. He says the same thing. These Lords are not how do you do people. They are not royalty. They are businessmen. They are the minority. They will size you up in fifteen seconds. We all know this, but what is there to do about it? This is a very old fashioned government. It needs a refurb. At least in the US, you have the senate and the house and President deciding the laws. There is a system of checks and balances. Here, they get in and just do what they want as quickly as they can before they are voted out.
I hear that Donald Trump is being asked to run the US next as it needs a businessman to sort things out. Half the schools in the town I grew up in are closing....and still they get involved in another war when they don't have the money to even pay their own teachers anymore. What is the world coming to? I do think if we all die next year in the polar shift, we deserve it. This is the equivalent of Babylon. People are no longer decent.

Tiles with a twist

If you are reading this and have any suggestions for messages, please comment.

Like the idea of a white chalk on black board menu:

Deep fried Cameron Balls served on a bed of trident rocket with goat's cheese.



New type of tile in the works. Four in the kiln. Messages:

Can I borrow your nanny if you cut my child's playscheme? I only need her from 3:30 to 6:00. Can pay 1.50 per hour.

What a dismal block of flats. Do you think they're even human? Don't know. I went to Eton. Let's chop their playground up.

Can we play in your garden when you close down our playground?

Funny way of doing things but I asked permission from the head of the play scheme if I could write something on the wall at Coram Fields regarding the looming closure of services. He brightened up and was happy to know that I'd shown my support at the march. He said that the wall did not belong to them. Of course, it's not something that you ask. But I'm an amateur at this graffiti business. Have noticed that using a brush is a little bit messy and time consuming. Two police cars drove right by last night as I finished the wall. The cuts effect everyone:people with children, people who need affordable child care so they can go to work, council workers, teachers, students, the elderly, school course offerings, the police, the fire brigade.....etc. These Clegg-Cameron chaps are making enemies of just about everyone. And it's very personal. Still, the mood across the globe seems to be a right wing swing.

March Against the Cuts

Throughly enjoyed the March Against the Cuts. It's a shame that all the papers only point out the violence and property damage which was a small part of it. 200 arrests out of half a million people. A very small percentage to highlight. But then isn't it something like 7% of the population go to Eton and two-thirds of them end up in government making the laws?