Driving down High Street today, I was thinking of nothing in particular when I passed a sign atop a car. “Biggest Prawn Loser”, it said. I thought about this for a little while. Did it mean you had prawns, then lost them? Or did it mean the prawn itself was lost? Had the prawn once been lost, yet now was found? A mystery for the ages. Until I drove back up the other way later in the morning and realised it was a sign for a fitness studio, and actually said “Biggest Prahran Loser”. Prahran being the suburb I live in. So, no seafood then. Disappointing.
Part of my jaunt down the street involved a trip to Borders – wherein no vouchers were used, you will be pleased to note – but instead I found a kit for a Bonsai Potato. I found this clever. I like it when people can make money from small, clever ideas. I would like it even more if it were me, but we can’t have everything.
I have somehow let the household run out of Coke, and, in a suprise move, V. They are kept in different fridges and I kept going from one fridge to another looking for something to drink. My other choices were orange juice (I don’t drink juice, it’s like a food, it takes a hell of a lot of effort to drink), milk (again with the food) and Up and Go (which is a breakfast smoothie thing in a tetrapak, again a food, what’s with all these liquid foods? are we invalids? well, only the Black Dog and he doesn’t get any of that, apart from milk on his weetbix in the mornings).
But then I found a beer.
Additionally, now I think about it, it was a free beer, from my haul from the Good Food Show. You just can’t beat free beer. No – you can’t. Even if you think you can, you can’t.
I went to a friend’s birthday thing on Friday night and ended up drinking at Chloe’s, right in front of Chloe herself in fact. You’d think chatting away in front of a life-size nude painting would be disconcerting. Not the case. Not many imitators, though. Too cold.