Beware of swingers

You could get hit in the face...

Mochachocolatteyaya!

Some years ago, on a night out in Prague, I was introduced to a drink called a "Peacock's Eye". This was was made by taking a pint of lager, served in a glass tankard rather than a straight glass, and sinking a shot glass of creme de menthe in it - you then downed the whole think as quickly as possible. Needless to say, this got you rather wellied rather quickly. I last had one at my leaving do when I left for my sojourn in Canada in 1995, and I'm still reeling from its effects.

Fast forward to the run up to Easter, a week or two back, when I treated myself to a Cadbury's creme egg. Looking at it, all pristine in its red gold and blue, I was pondering that soul-searching question: how do I eat mine? Surely the point of a creme egg, according to the advertising, is to find your own favourite mode of consumption. I got the wrapper off and had a think about it while I scoffed it.

The thinking didn't get very far, and the egg was quickly gone, so I decided to make myself a nice milky coffee. And as I was sipping my home made latte, it occured to me. Why not make a Peacock's Eye, but substituting coffee and creme egg for lager and creme de menthe? Combining two tasty ingredients surely can't go wrong.... and the effect of a strong coffee combined with the sugar and cocoa might be ... interesting?

I decided to give this a try on the most appropriate day for such an experiment: Easter Sunday - when there is a legitimate excuse for ridiculous creme egg consumption. For posterity, and - should I accidently create a craze - proof, I documented the experiment photographically.


Step one: make a nice cup of milky coffee. Preferably in a Rocky Horror Show mug.



Step two: take your Creme Egg...


Step 3: Unwrap it, with one hand

Step 4: Carefully drop egg into coffee. It will sink to the bottom, so you need a spoon.

Step 5: Stir, and scoop up the egg. The chocolate shell will be going all lovely and gloopy...

Step 6: Enjoy......!

As this tasty treat includes coffee and chocolate together, and I'm a big fan of 70's disco hit "Lady Marmalade", I've decided to name it a "Mochachocolatteyaya". Please ask for this in Starbucks, just to see the look on their faces.... Happy Easter!

Half Em Half Leggy

Riding into Trumpton with Charlie in the back of the car.

As far as the eye can see

Pringles! In flavours red and green.

Beware...

... It's never a good thing to do

OMFG! Just had to treat myself....

Stopped in at the electrics shop on St George's Road and happened to spot this in the window - an original set of 1980's hair crimpers! Not only were they mint in the original box, they were also REDUCED! to £2.99.

I bought my current set of crimpers back in ... goodness - 1991?... when I found them going for £1.50 from a second hand shop. Given that they were already someone's cast offs then, they've lasted remarkably well.

While not exactly in everyday use, they have served me well, from putting my flatmate Daniel's very curly hair into dreads back in university third year to the occasional full-head goth freakout since then. And due to the build up of various quantities of "product" they are now pretty well disgusting. So I reckon it's well worth splashing out TWICE the price on brand new MINT condition set for a whopping £3.

Check the fabulous detail on the box:

A sale is just not a sale without a fluorescent carboard price tag stuck on with sellotape...

I'm not sure if "Hair Design Image" is a brand name, or just a design feature. Note the wonderful 1980's lettering and background pattern.

Of course, the downside of the 80's authenticity is that the bloody things have no plug attached. (Remember? back in the day? you ALWAYS had to fit a plug on new electricals? oh, you young things.)

Random dutch footie fans

Random tartan army boys

Giraffes

Think I'll start blogging photos of soft toy animals as seen in Glasgow newsagent windaes. Why not.

Where should I stick this?....

Spotted this sign on a doctor's surgery door in Argyle Street. I dread to think of the state their doormat must have got into...

EUREKA!

Someone must have made some kind of incredible academic research breakthrough at the Caley, and been inspired to spell "Eureka" in the windows of the scabbiest of the Uni's 1960's concrete monstrosities.

Jennifer One

SO good to see Joe Kane back in town, launching his new single Jennifer One at the Twisted Wheel, with a little robotic help from the lady herself. Stomping power renditions of Owsley's Electric Shepherd and the Who's Substitute reminded me that life's rubbish without a bit of Only Joe Kane.

Hummin and a Strummin

Champagne Charlie takes it away.

Getting Carried Away

... Creative high jinks all in the name of art ...

Where did my last fag go?

Helium helps you give 'em up.

The Brothers Tash

As encountered at Arthur and Meg's wedding shindig. One is real, one out a packet, no prizes...