. . . still shakes the snow from off his head and blows his hand
According to Dave Goulder, that is. The song The January Man explores the year as a series of men - one for each month. I'm February as it was my birthday this week - another year older. It seems to be rushing by at the moment. I like Bert Jansch's version of the song. In fact, he recorded it twice - possibly more including live ones. But his 1990 album Ornament Tree was a good one. However, there's been no snow in these parts for a few weeks now. But I do have to blow my hands occasionally.
We wandered out down to a local Bistro for a quiet meal last night in celebration (?) of the event. Excellent sea bass and cheese board, I must say. The bass was served with new potatoes and caramelized onions. Unfortunately I can't remember what wine we had - it was French. I'll check next time I'm there. Talking of food, as I was taking some sausages out of their skins to make an interesting pasta, Mrs Dave disconcertingly informed me that the farmer she bought them from told her he knew the names of the pigs they came from! That seems a bit Hugh Furry-Dick Whittington* to me. but I carried on regardless. I don't think I want to know whether I'm eating Pinky or Perky to be honest. I'm not a fan of pasta usually - I don't understand how it's become such an integral part of British cuisine but it certainly has. Anyway, I've actually eaten it three times in the last two weeks which is a real record for me.
I had some black squid ink stained linguine a few weeks ago, some Orza earlier in the week and Orchiette tonight. That should do me for the rest of the year, really. But I will probably have the black stuff again with King Prawns and Squid. That's what Mrs Dave had last night too. Actually, I'm getting hungry again now.
We've got what used to be a Safeway in our town, only now it's called Morrison's - why they named it after an obscure 1970 album by Ashley Hutchings is anyone's guess. And, much as I don't like the place - it's one notch above Asda, at least - I went there last night and discovered that they've got a good range of bottled beers. They've got one of my all time favourite beers at the moment, Everards Tiger (no apostrophe on the label). Excellent, so I may have to go there again soon.
Whilst Mrs Dave has been hogging the computer, I've spent the last two weekends decorating with my son, his bedroom. Laying laminate flooring, mitring scotia and painting. It's nearly all finished but we do have to face the one job I detest. The putting up of the blinds. New blinds from Ikea (Swedish for MFI). It's usually a real opportunity for me to be inventive with expletives again. So another fab weekend coming my way.
I've been using a book for the last two years in Film Studies that I've found invaluable, English Gothic by Jonathan Rigby. It really is excellent on Hammer films which we study at AS level. I'd left it at school quite openly as I use it so much. So I decided to buy another copy so I don't have to carry it between home and school.
* A "celebrity tv chef" whose real name is Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall; all mad hair and on far too friendly terms with what he eats.