It was good.
I was told the Greeks don’t age their meat. Here is aging in London.
Ippudo, Canary Wharf.
All the photos, now available.
Here is a separate blog for “photo dumping." In the old days of blogging, we had services like Flickr where you could put everything for those who cared. One did not want to fill their regular blog up with a run of odd photos. I remember reading that two friends who rarely saw each other would post photos as a way of talking with each other and sharing what they were up to.
Lunch with James at Sune. I asked for a wine that tasted like an old Greek man who had not showered for three weeks. This fit the bill.
Your humble author.
The Ditherinator - Convert your photos to shitty old versions that will print well on dot matrix printers. Love it.
Webcurios 19/09/25 webcurios.co.uk/webcurios… “I COULD GET TO MARSEILLES IN 8 HOURS FFS. What am I doing with my life? Why am I sitting in my pants in Vauxhall typing words about the internet when I could instead be about to visit Southern France and drink pastis and throw fireworks in the streets with wild Mediterranean abandon? I am TERRIBLE at being alive.” // This person’s linkblog style is next-level.
“linguistic pyrotechnics” - Chatty-G tries to explain to me why I don’t like contemporary hip-hop: “2. Wordplay vs. vibe – [Wu-Tang,], Tribe, and OutKast gave you linguistic pyrotechnics. This new wave often gives you murmured hooks and repetition. To an ear trained on lyricism, it can feel like lazy filler."