This was the most exciting part of my day:
The fact that these aren't my eggs, this isn't my pan and that ain't my stove does not help to make this more thrilling.
These eggs were cooked in London SE1 - which to some may seem moderately more exciting, but I'm here to tell you it ain't. South East London (like most of London) is noisy, dirty, smelly and very busy.
To be fair to the eggs they did form part of a delicious Jabob's Cream Crackers, butter and sliced boiled egg afternoon snack combo. I washed this down with a cup of tea, with one sugar, but no biccies - boo.
I bought a little Canon Powershot in the US last year (think they're called the canon ixus here), I'm not at all a camera bod (unlike experts Sniffy and my lovely pal edwaado), however, I am very pleased with it; it's 8 mega pix which I think is noice and the little video facility isn't bad either (hence the little video, which is my first attempt to upload video to flickr and then onto the blog; this should be useful in South East Asia).
Combined with iphoto on my macbook everything is piss easy, even for a total dobber like me.
Art
Thinking of going along to the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition on Monday. Tracey Emin is curating a gallery for the exhibition and this is already getting up the noses of the mass media who gleefully vilify anything Emin does, They understandably do this for two reasons;
1. Emin is a clever woman.
2. Emin is a clever woman.
I'm very fond of Emin's work which is much more than just My Bed; her monoprints from some years back are beautiful as is her photography and painting. Check out some more of her work here.
She only curates part of the Summer Exhibition, but this has been enough to rain scorn on the event; to me this is enough reason to take a trip out to see it.
I will of course have my ipod with me; the prospect of listening to the waffle of the other gallery goers is horrific. I'm sure they're not all hideous tossers, but I'm just not willing to take any chances.
9 comments:
Ooh! Boily eggs. Me likes.
I don't know if I'd have stood by the cooker filming them though. That's a very odd pastime you have there, young man.
I notice there was little 'wobble' or 'shake', so it obviously wasn't part of some kinky or twisted porno fantasy being acted out.
Or do you just have a steady hand?
Tracy Emin? Urgh! I must confess to finding her 'interesting' in a 'I don't quite know why' way.
I had a couple of goes to get it steady - certainly wasn't anything pervy, not with boiling water close by - oooohhhh.
I have a steady hand, never been much of a drinker; that helps.
If you WERE nekkid and filming a porno here, I hope you used a splatter screen.
The splatter screen was due a wipe down so i gave it a miss on this occasion.
It's sarf east London innit?
That cam should come in handy for filming Thai dumplings, but I'd appreciate it if you lay off the Thai secret sausage vids.
I quite fancy Tracey Emin, even if she does have a face like a melted welly.
I love cameras, I love taking photos, I love boiled eggs.
I just cannot bring myself to like art. I don't get it. I won't pretend to get it.
But you enjoy yourself.
You, Herge, are a genius. That's the best boiled egg flick I've ever seen.
I'm actually very scared of hard boiled eggs. Even the thought of eating them makes my throat kind of itch and spasm. I think I had a bad experience as a kid when attempting to swallow one (no, not whole) and it's a phobia that exists to this day.
Hi, by the way. Remember me? Will you, I wonder or will I have to give you a clue? Hmm, let's see just how good you are, mister...
Fine, don't play then.
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