Jan. 25th, 2011

  • 12:25 PM
pepper: Cup of tea (Tea)
It's Burns Night, apparently the time for Americans to smuggle their haggises across borders, as one of the traditional ingredients, sheep's lung, has been ruled as unfit for human consumption by US authorities. I'm not particularly squeamish about meat, although admittedly I am veggie - I used to love liver, yum yum - but I think even my enthusiasm for authenticity would be tempered by a) possible prison time, and b) sheep's lung. Just me?

Thinking of disgusting, I'm trying to think of some local delicacies to feed my visitors. Perhaps some lovely Lardy Cake? This is a sweet, spiced cake which, well, to be absolutely honest, is soaked in lard. The clue is in the name. It's probably the reason why a lot of older Oxfordshire residents look somewhat Hobbitesque. It's delicious, honestly! Alas, again, I cannot eat it, being veggie. I'm genuinely sad about that.

The other Oxford delicacy seems to be beer. Oh well. :)

30 day photo meme - day 7: sunset or sunrise

  • Oct. 21st, 2010 at 10:19 AM
pepper: Looking for a photo op (Camera)
photo meme
(Click for bigger.)

Same window as before, different direction. Cold and frosty but very clear mornings, this week - perfect for sunrises.

And sunsets, too. )

Meme rules and prompts.

Aug. 9th, 2010

  • 12:01 PM
pepper: Swan on green river (Swan)
Things I have done recently:

- Discovered a meadow - with cows! - right in the middle of Oxford. Okay, yes, I'm sure everyone else already knew about Christ Church Meadow, and I had in fact seen one of the entrances to it, but I'd never investigated it. Cows! In the city!

- Went to see The A-Team. Da-da-duh-duuuuh, duh-duh-DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH... I practically bounced all the way home, feeling like I was seven again. EXPLOSIONS! Plans coming together! MORE EXPLOSIONS! Overkill is underrated! YET MORE EXPLOSIONS TIMES ELEVENTY! It was exactly like my memory of the A-Team, and not at all like actually rewatching the A-Team, IYSWIM. If you go see it, stick around until the end of the credits (unlike everyone else in the cinema with me - what is their hurry?).

Spoilers. )

- Watched two more Mac S6 episodes, of which more later.

- Seriously underestimated RDA's capacity for incomprehensible text-speak. Zoiks.

- Also watched the last ep of Sherlock – only three eps? Boo. Also, bastards, for that ending. Loved the umpty-billion references to the original stories. V. fond of John.

- I'm sure there was something else...

- ...Nope, it's not coming back to me.

ETA: Oh, I remembered! My local shop is now selling kulfi lollies, in pistachio (my favourite!) and it makes me very haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

May. 3rd, 2010

  • 10:50 PM
pepper: White dog against blue sky (Dog)
I have been working on some actual words, following the poll of indecisiveness (feel free to keep voting on that, btw), but it's taking longer than expected, so instead here are some pictures of cute critters I saw at the Cotswold Wildlife Park.

This one makes me laugh. A groundhog, I believe (I wish I'd labelled these properly at the time...)

More animal miscellany... )

May. 1st, 2010

  • 10:22 AM
pepper: Pepperpot (Default)
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Oh, alcohol, you suck. Ugh.

May Day, today. Oxford seems to have a particular thing about it. Next year, I'm going to try to get up early to hear the Magdalen College choir - following long tradition, at dawn on May Day, they sing from the tower in Magdalen College. Thousands of people go along to listen (and sometimes to jump in the river, apparently).

I've missed that, but no doubt in town today there'll be Morris Dancers aplenty. I have a few photos of various groups I've run across before, they each have their own look. I'm sure there's lots of meaning to it that I'm missing. A sometimes says he'd like to join a Morris troupe. I think that would be hilarious, but also painful, because he has a very idiosyncratic sense of rhythm, and there's a whole thing where they wave heavy sticks around... Yowch.

Okay. Must sort out what's happening today.

Nov. 4th, 2008

  • 6:29 PM
pepper: Pepperpot (Default)
Snagged from... well, latest from [livejournal.com profile] cnidarian:

1. Stop talking about politics for a moment or two.
2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS.
3. Include these instructions, and share the love.

I went to Stow-on-the-Wold recently, which was the most deliberately, enthusiastically, Englishly quaint town I've ever seen. OMG, the sweetshop.


More pics of stuff behind here. )

Okay, I must be off, right NOW.

Sep. 19th, 2008

  • 10:32 PM
pepper: Pirate flag (Pirate flag)
Avast, me hearties, I be afeared that the pirate fic I wanted to write has not materialised. I have words, but they be short of a compass or a map, damn their eyes.

*is too tired to talk like a pirate any more*

I love Yahoo's headlines. They're such nonsense. "Robbie Williams could be abducted by aliens and "come back as an ambassador for their race", an expert claims."

Some picspam.

Much birdlife. )

Or perhaps, au revoir...

  • Aug. 7th, 2008 at 10:39 PM
pepper: Pepperpot (Default)
We waved little Sidney off into the big, wide world, the night before last. He chirruped loudly at us, as if to say ‘Thanks, you KIDNAPPING SCUMBAGS!’, and then pottered around the garden for about ten minutes before disappearing into the hedge, natch. Ah, it seems like only yesterday that he was just a tiny handful of sleeping hedgehog... wait, it was two days ago. Okay then.

What next, Oxford? I’m hoping balloon rides, or a puppy.


  • Aug. 4th, 2008 at 6:27 PM
pepper: Pepperpot (Squee)
So, today's adventure - we rescued a hedgehog!

I saw Sidney the hedgehog at noon, just around the corner from our house, and called A. Whilst I waited for him to get there, it occurred to me that Sidney shouldn't be out there at noon - hedgehogs are nocturnal critters. And he seemed to be distressed - he was in a small cul-de-sac, in a car parking area, and was walking around and around in circles, bumping quite hard into the kerb every now and then. He didn't seem to be able to climb the kerb, so he had no way back to the gardens. The poor little sossage must've been out there since last night, and was probably roasting under all those prickles.

So A popped back home and got one of the many, many removal boxes we've got, and we coaxed and eventually nudged him into it, and A took him back home (I had to go to a temping interview). He put the box in a quiet, cool corner, and gave him a jamjar lid full of water, and called the RSPCA for advice. They said we'd done the right thing, and that we could release him into the communal gardens around our flats, once it got dark, and Sidney should be able to find his own way home. They also said we could feed him (NOT bread and milk). We don't have any meat in the house - dog or cat food would've been ideal - but apparently they like scrambled eggs, so I made him some of those when I got home. (Eee!)

Sidney's sleeping in a corner by the door at the moment, and when it gets dark, we'll turn him loose and trust that he's learnt his lesson about kerbs.

Oxford. Huh. I feel like I'm living in the Beatrix Potter movie. All this has earned a proper tag, at last.

ETA: Aw, Sidney. He's not being more alert, now the sun has set. We've tried persuading him to show a leg, but he keeps just turning over and going back to sleep. We phoned the RSPCA again, and they're recommending we take him to a vet tomorrow. *sniffle* Sidney! I hope he's okay. *frets*

Jul. 31st, 2008

  • 9:49 AM
pepper: Pepperpot (Zen water)
I went river swimming yesterday, with [personal profile] triskellian ! It was lovely - just the sort of day when you look at a body of cool, fresh water and think, "Damn, I wish I could jump in right now." There were a very few other people there, but it was mostly quiet, and green, and calm. It felt very Edwardian, splashing about in the leafy Thames, with painted houseboats, and geese, and nekkid young men (omg) frolicking downriver. I would love to get one of those Edwardian swimsuits, hee.

When I jumped in (steep, slippery bank), it wasn't particularly cold, but enough to take my breath away so I could only talk...! in gasps...! like Captain Kirk...! for a few....! minutes....! Also, the river bed was squidgy and nasty. I need to get some swimming shoes, because I'm definitely going again.

Oxford: City Of Trying New Stuff And Finding Out It's A Lot Of Fun, Really, Don't Worry About Weil's.



This icon always makes me want to go to the loo, [personal profile] surreallis . *g* 

Messin' about on the river

  • Jul. 23rd, 2008 at 9:38 AM
pepper: Pepperpot (Wheee)

 We didn't:

- Fall overboard (yay! Although it was a close thing on a few occasions, especially when swapping punting shifts)
- Overturn the punt (see above)
- Catch Weils Disease (hopefully)
- Get beaten up by a swan (despite its terrible death hiss, and the evil look in its eye that said "I'm a beyootiful bloody swan, me, so gimme some fuckin' bread or I'll peck yer eyes inta the backuv yer skull.")
- Get tangled in angling lines (but only because they saw us coming for about twenty minutes, in a delightfully meandering route, and sensibly removed their lines from the water before we got there)
- Lose the pole and have to paddle our way home (but there was a couple of hairy moments when it nearly came down to a decision whether to hang on to pole or boat)
- Go very far

We did:

- Buy a tacky straw boater (to protect me from the sun!)
- Get up close and personal with every patch of nettles within a quarter of a mile of the boathouse
- Zig-zag wildly from bank to bank (punts crash with quite a thump, it turns out)
- Turn sideways and block the entire river
- Crash into other punts
- Have other punts crash into us (we weren't the only rookies out there)
- Go backwards, sideways, round in circles, and every other damn way except straight forwards
- Almost get the hang of punting (about an hour and 45 minutes into the 2-hour trip)
- Take lots of photos (still haven't found my camera lead, but that's probably because I've not really searched for it)
- Have a fantastic time

We scrabbled our way back to the boathouse, under the cynical eyes of a lot of very tall young men who were clearly all experts, and staggered to shore and safety. To his eternal credit, when one of them asked him how we'd done, A said, "You know, the moment we got out of your eyesight, we did brilliantly!", and got a laugh. Thus we arrived back with style, if not dignity.

And then we went home and I fell asleep for three hours because I was exhausted, and then I woke up and we had taco punts (little taco things shaped like trays - I just found them the day before!), and I made a rose-flavoured cake which involved ludicrous amounts of icing, and we had Champagne, and I think A had a lovely birthday.

Some things.

  • Jul. 21st, 2008 at 10:08 PM
pepper: Pepperpot (Baby siamang)
A and I are going punting tomorrow (weather permitting). I am having visions of scenes from Jerome K. Jerome's Three Men In A Boat:


(BTW, [profile] kalquessa, I've been confusing Jerome K. Jerome and G.K. Chesterton recently, which explains the seemingly random comment I made in your journal a while back. I do know them apart, really I do.)


Knitting is coming along nicely. Need moar wool! Also more needles, so I can try stuff out.



I am definitely more Stargate-centric than expensive-purchases-centric. Spam mail labelled 'Cartier Replica' caught my attention for a second, until I read it correctly.


I can't find the lead for my camera at the moment, so I cannot show you pictures of knitting, Oxford, haircuts, etc. Where is lead? Is lead in electrical (misc.) bag? No. Is it in box of stuff from office drawer where I kept lead? No. Is it in random as-yet-unpacked box, perhaps mis-labelled as cookery books, mugs, dolls, or DVDs + hats? Seems likely. "Ah well, it'll turn up eventually" is my current philosophy.

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