Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Spam, nuns and wet flakes.

1. My email comes with ads suggested by the content of my messages -- I'm sure my privacy is being invaded somehow, but what's a girl to do? Anyway, while I'm casting an eye over my spam basket, I note that the ads are all for spam recipes. They lead back to this page. Spam primavera anyone? Or, or, Tyrospamites? They sound like boys in the cavalcade of a decadent eastern ruler.

2. Watching a Technicolor film about nuns -- The Black Narcissus -- being seduced by a Himalayan landscape.

3. In the dark it is hard to tell if the wet white flakes blatting on the windscreen are sleet or cherry blossom.

Rind, clink and treat.

1. Loving the green on green stripes of the watermelon rind. 2. As I go up the stairs, I can hear from his room the clinking of a spoon in a...