doh!

I knitted a scarf for my cousin for Xmas. It was a very nice scarf, all soft and fluffy and pink. I couldn’t find my scarf to wear out on the day of our Xmas party when I knew I’d be coming home late & it would be freezatious. So I ‘borrowed’ hers, as I hadn’t wrapped it up yet. And I bloody went and lost it on the nightbus home!

blueberry hooch

Inspired by the fact I am ‘hosting’ Xmas this year at mine (just me & my sis, shouldn’t be too hard!) I have been planning all sorts of culinary delights, imagining a house scented with cinnamon and oranges and pine needles and stuff, whilst I float gracefully from room to room in a silk nightgown, soft focus, pausing only to stir my mulled wine. Bit like a fatter ginger-er Nigella Lawson in a north London council flat.

All I have managed to ‘make’ so far is this: borovnicke (borov-nitschka, if you want to practice sounding foreign). It’s fab, I’ve been looking for a recipe since I went to Slovenia where they appear to give it out free with beer, breakfast, and virtually any other time you might potentially open your mouth. AND to my delight it’s piss-easy – put berries and sugar in a bottle, cover them with lighter-fluid/de-icer type plum schnapps (or Slivovitz – if you have an aversion to booze which removes your tooth enamel you can also add a glass of red wine to eke it out). Then do up the bottle and stick it in a cupboard for a couple of weeks. YUM!!!

In the house we stayed in the wife served it to us at 9.30am with fresh homemade doughnuts she had made us in case we got cold (not likely on our diet of horse-burgers and pork-based products). Not bad for 12 quid a night. Seemingly the way to tackle a constant temperature of around -15 is to remain moderately drunk throughout the day until you reach evening when you top it up a bit.

Unless I manage to make anything more ambitious than this I may have to swap the silk nightgown for a nylon housecoat, headscarf and moustache and ask to be called Boris throughout the holiday season.

very excited

… about seeing the Levellers this weekend… makes me feel older, but what the hey, they’re older than I am! Not sure I’ll have the same skippity-jumpiness I had back in the day when it was all green fields, camp fires, and (ahem) ’special tea’… The only skipping now is to the back of my wardrobe to try on stuff to decide whether I wear what I normally wear (early 30s, could do with a visit from that hag Trinny) or go in my 90s scabby student gear… I know there’s a german army shirt there somewhere, even if the DM’s bit the dust some time ago… tragically I still have the same hairstyle (if the word ’style’ applies) … but it’s not like what I wear even matters, it’ll be a wicked laugh anyway!

Got an ebay delivery of yummy chunky sky-blue wool – I’m convinced the person I’m buying from is some poor old lady who keeps listing her stuff in the wrong category – it’s so cheap and noone else seems to bid on it… I’d have a moral dilemma about this but people keep telling me I have no morals (I’m sure I do… somewhere…).

Doing a big Tesco’s order for Xmas – it seems to cost loads! Hmm… if I just remove the bottles of baileys, whiskey, red wine, cava, the price comes down! on the other hand it’s also cheaper if I remove the planet-sized turkey (I don’t even like turkey!). Think I’ll remove the turkey and put back the booze. I’ll be hungry, but too pissed to care