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A missed call & The call of the Wild

Monday, June 29th, 2009

Some of you have been writing in saying they’re having difficulty following the slang so i’m explaining things only for this post. Hopefully you’ll realise how annoying (and seemingly cocky) it can be..

http://www.wired.com/culture/culturereviews/magazine/17-07/st_best This piece reminded me of my good friend Mark. The chap’s been over in India for a while and i missed his call in the morning while i was out trying to secure some fishing gear and a tub (that’s a boat for you). The house i’m staying in right now at the Lakes is connected with Mark as well. He cooled his heels here for a bit after getting into some sop with his old man which was after he go in some trouble with the fuzz (that’s cops) over a nifty little dame he was seeing back then. So, i’m here on holiday and missing the action already! Isn’t it tough to be doing nothing? there should be a pre-holiday to help you break into a holiday mood, don’t you think? I’m going to give this one a think while gathering my dinner (that’s fishing for you). any suggestions for a good fish recipe?

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Riding on the Legend Reborn

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

I’m off to the lake districts, for a much needed snoozer and some rest, away from this madness. When I searched for some weather update on the lakes this one caught my eye. Imaginatively titled ‘Hazards’, it says ‘high risk’ at least trice in the same paragraph. Clearly a case of overkill or will I find out otherwise? suffice to say my interest is piqued. An old friend has kindly agreed to let me use his cottage up after the Hardknott pass and I think I might even ride out (on the Triumph, what else) there! The Thunderbird has been giving me the you-don’t-care-for–me-anymore look of late! Come to think of it I’m not really leaving the legend behind; the Triumph Thunderbird is also advertised as the Legend reborn

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Hidden stories

Saturday, June 20th, 2009

and now the National Gallery (in London, where else) is running a special focus this month on hidden stories and scenes in paintings. Apparently there’s even a trail
that tells you the real story behind the facade of the National gallery.
Thinking of grabbing a quick sandwich on the steps outside (admire the traflagar square and it’s energetic tourists)
and sign up for the story-telling

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Theobroma – the food of gods

Friday, May 29th, 2009

If any man has drunk a little too deeply from the cup of physical pleasure; if he has spent too much time at his desk that should have been spent asleep; if his fine spirits have become temporarily dulled; if he finds the air too damp, the minutes too slow, and the atmosphere too heavy to withstand; if he is obsessed by a fixed idea which bars him from any freedom of thought: if he is any of these poor creatures, we say, let him be given a good pint of amber-flavored chocolate….and marvels will be performed.

Anthelme Brillat-Savarin (17551826).

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/2263247.stm this news report in the beeb about the smuggling of cocoa in Africa took me rushing back to a quiet windswept night spent on an outpost in Ghana. I’d spent a fortnight drawing up plans for a missionary school being built by my good friend George Kapodo and he was repaying the favour by letting me spend a night in wait for a mythic creature that supposedly guards the precious Cocoa! Ghana by the way is the second largest producer of cocoa in the world and some of the finest chocolate makers in the world source the stuff from there.

Kapodo had a taste for the dramatic and he told me many stories about cocoa and its mysterious powers, imagining the somewhat innocuous looking cocoa as an aphrodisiac, a psychoactive food and even the food of devils! Ahh..i can almost smell the warm vapors warming my cheeks on that cold night spent on the farm with kapodo’s tales..but…there was a particular story, a mystery, well…a legend that he told with utmost reverence…(why are the hair on my hand tingling!!)

If I remember correctly, my memory is as tattered as the pages of my passport crammed with indelible stamps of places I’ve seen, smelt and tasted, he mentioned a particular type of cocoa grown in Ghana that was so fine that it was fiercely guarded by mysterious forces and only those who’d earned it would be allowed to partake.

A legend.

Now, as an architect I like things that fit, things that work with logic and I told him exactly what I thought of this TALE..

In the next few posts I’m going to tell a story that’s never been told, of my run-in with this Legend, how right my friend Kapodo was and how I earned it..

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