Sunday observances

Eurovision comments abound on Facebook and I hide them, 20 in a row, from me in 2013. It was Terry Wogan who made for me that show; a man with a cutting edge of wit and a delivery, that many might over look, but most would aspire to mimic forcefully upon a listening audience.

Yesterday I met with Janice and Fabio to discuss my future, our present, and our reflections on the UK in its divisiveness, where they consumed a 'panini' - bacon, brie and tomato with loosely defined salad 'garnish'; limpid, tattered and torn; the rotten sodden ends of bruised and abused rocket, chard and lamb's lettuce with a heavy mustard vinaigrette. I saw the second reused potatoes burnt into a chip similarity and quarmed for a proper two stage fried chipped potato; not forever baked or boiled potatoes used o'er and o'er again. GP and reuse is the route of all food enterprise and production; it gives them an edge from which they could throw over broiled, boiled and stewed vegetables; at PGL the steamed, dehydrated and de-nutrient-ed corn, peas and carrots became the next days mystery soup - old, grey and fixed in time.

I retreated with a lovely pencil, charcoal, graphite WHSmiths set for me to conjure feelings and tender 'thank you'. Italian cheek kissing and regaling our encounters with South American fictions. I released Gabriel Garcia Marquez upon that encounter and they provided me with another whose name I'd heard, but has escaped me again. I will need to ask Janice for Fabio to send me that author's name... Paul recommends  Pilgrim by Timothy Findley as something I should take on my travels.

Always recommendations .. hell! guys stop telling me what I should read; please! What do you guys know about anything anyway! God you make me sick! F ... Sarcasm! Damn you all to Luton; or is it Mansfield.

Off go the smirking/smoking Jefferson's cycling themselves around the same Roustabout helmeted head branded death race 2013. I will put as much distance between Lycra and bicycle styling attire. No distance between the cigarette consumed death of Martin and his offspring.

Looks like a still and uninterestingly cloudy Sunday, without end in sight and I will entertain my two usual Caffè Americanos at Filmore & Union while I observe its lack of natural, emoting salooning drifting easy vibes or charm. Oh good times in Chez Wetherby. The coffee is better than Costa and North Street Deli - I love Alan and Diane but not their coffee vended from a one button solution.