Meringues In The Marquee

This week, tv's gone a bit Masterchef-In-A-Marquee.

http://www.radiotimes.com/news/2012-01-10/the-great-british-bake-off-does-sport-relief


With celebs doing some baking. For charity. Proper made-from-scratch-meringue catastrophes, some of them decorated with greenery, which just looks wrong. Tonight's show was on in the background, and my main impression was that the judges Weren't Much Fun. On account of being A Bit Picky. And no one burnt the marquee down. Still, there's always tomorrow.

However I shall be paying Proper Attention on Thursday, as one of the contestants is Pearl Lowe. Lovely wife of Lovely Danny Goffey, as well as designer, writer, designer, writer, welly-wearer, mother.... formerly of Primrose Hill, and the tabloids. But I'm always going to love Lodger, the late 90's band where her vocals combined with those of Neil Carlill of Delicatessen were compared with Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood, no less. And they made some crazy videos...


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lodger_(British_band)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Abnv0OZdlhw&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFfVlF8Y8eE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GnLB0AiAYs&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL







 He was such cute 90's eye candy...


As for the Bake Off - me separating egg whites and beating meringues? Sod that, I'm a shop-bought girl.

An Unwise Amount Of Pretzels And Popcorn...

... can only mean that Strictly is back. The dodgy trailer that makes Anita Dobson look like Emily Bishop, the how-bad-can-Lulu-really-be, isn't Russell Grant just like Frankie Howerd... awesome stuff. Especially Nancy Dell'Olio being set-up with that lethal feather boa. Some wardrobe mistress might just be finding a horse's head in her bed shortly.

Earlier today we went out intending to find some cool breeze down by the river in a nearby city. We took the tree-lined pedestrian route to the centre, taking photos of leafery and buildings, marvelling that we were trampling over orange, crunchy leaves in a HEATWAVE, but its too humid and late for me to figure out how blogger have sabotaged the upload-the-pics thing, so no photos for now.

Next along, near the new-favourite caff, were some marvellous gospel-choiresque peeps singing their hearts out to raise money to replace the old folks' minibus that got trashed in the riots. I had to shoo the kids along as the 14 year old was being cranky and rude about how his eardrums were being affected, but they got some bus-building silver from me. Lunch and ice creams were about all we spent on - we steered clear of the hordes in the shops, and I stayed out of the charity shops but popped into a couple of air-conditioned emo boutiques so the kids could window-shop t-shirts. Then by mid-afternoon it was back for a siesta on the sofa with the papers. And a bit of Celeb Masterchef. Danny Goffey made some interesting cake, and multi-tasked brilliantly despite Greg and John's butting in. I was distracted by how nicely he speaks - being a rawkstar an' all, I thought he'd drawl but no. Very home counties.

So, the ebay photos are getting done tomorrow - as is pretty much everything else I've deferred and wriggled out of doing. Why do today what you can put off doing til the next day, or something... ;)