And the Lord saw that the museum goers had grown arrogant, and godless, and so he beckoned to Benugo and said unto to him: “ye shall go down upon the museum goers and provide them bad wine, so that they will pray to me for better”.
Good to see those young hungry whippersnappers step up.
I realise that they're hardly the focal point of the The Martian but Benedict Wong and Donald Glover are just cool AF and I demand a detective duo tv show featuring them forthwith.
Anyway, watching The Martian for the first time in a while as I read Project Hail Mary only the other month and this will scratch that itch nicely.
Only one choice really
If they were still round the dark side of the moon the Artemis II crew would be able to hear Arsenal choking.
Watching Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon again and can't work out if it's actually very good or just a right load of jumping about cobblers.
The talent most needed by ancient Mesopotamian and Canaanite footballers was strong baal control.
Steak paired with a tasty bottle of Ruby Mild so there we are really.
Definitely getting back in my groove, absolutely nailed airfryng a butcher's sirloin steak for supper earlier. Now watching Verdi's Nabucco on Blu-ray with a cup of tea and a flapjack.
I bet Handel never had to put up with this nonsense.
Monterverdi's Vespers are always an interesting proposition, I mean what would an Italian renaissance composer know of 1960s tinned 'curry'?
Watching the Tinker, Tailor.. movie with Gary Oldman et al, lovely Friday night stuff.
Much love xx.
"No Geoffrey if you scrawl on a TV screen in yellow ink and press fast forward it won't scroll up off the screen like a Star Wars start."
Anyway, now watching some Stargate SG-1 on netflix, which is all well and good but it don't half look like a transfer from someone's VHS collection
You'll not curry favour with those jokes.
Watched the first episode of the Man from U.N.C.L.E. on Amazon earlier this evening, fun if a little basic and shockingly almost no McCallum - one scene then all Robert Vaughan and the innocent lass caught up in the whole shebang. Looked fine in B&W.
Night you x.
Baron Greenback
“And we now go over live to Budapest…”
Eat your heart out Da Vinci.
Having watched Carry on Abroad and more episodes of 'In Search of The Trojan War' - keeping up my intellectual energy watching Godzilla X Kong The New Empire.
There was no line outside Balthazar, which was unusual in his experience. He used to come here with his parents as a kid. Inside, it was as quiet as he'd ever seen it. A very hot Asian hostess who reminded him a little of Akame from Akame ga Kill! took him to his dad, who was waiting in one of the booths. Jeremy could just tell how pleased his dad was to score a booth. It was one of those things that mattered to him, that he was a guy who could get a booth at Balthazar. "Hey, Dad, sorry I'm late."
I have arranged to meet Jay McInerney at Balthazar, Keith McNally's New York homage to the Parisian brasserie. When I arrive I spot the novelist, elegantly dressed in a crisp chambray shirt with a striped scarf tied loosely around his neck, sitting in a booth that commands an excellent view of a room already raucous with lunchtime chatter. "I always have one of these three booths," he says, gesturing to the tables next to us. As if to confirm his status as a valued regular, a waitress appears shortly afterwards with two glasses of what she says is champagne - on the house. McInerney takes a small sip. "I think it's prosecco," he whispers conspiratorially. "Not a bad prosecco. But it's prosecco."
In Jay McInerney's new book, a character appears gently pitying of his father because "it mattered to him, that he was a guy who could get a booth at Balthazar".
In his recent Lunch with the FT, McInerney is proud of being a guy who could get a booth at Balthazar.
Brody King even throws Derby Allin in a bin when he's finished duffing him up
