“Buttons, buttons, whose got the button?” Willy Wonka

I found a bathful at Brixton Market last weekend. 

All this news about ‘rent hiking’ in Brixton Market pisses me off a bit. Greedy landlords are demanding more money from those that have brought a lot of business to the area. Rubbish!

The place hasn’t changed massively over the past few decades - something quite bizarre for a London area. I just hope that it doesn’t lose it’s unique character.

My flatmate fancies herself as a domestic goddess.

I like a cocktail. 

Went to Northfields the other day. It was eerily quiet at 7.30pm. Strange. I even started to convince myself I was about to meet my death in the nearby allotment. It’s all a bit ‘Midsomer Murders’ round that way. Loved this Local Information board, although I don’t know who looks at it. There’s literally no-one there to see it. 

Beautiful footage of Brixton Market back in the day

My Back Pages, Balham. One of my favourite places in South London. 

POINTLESS INEDIBLE INGREDIENTS REALLY GRIND MY GEARS BBC GOOD FOOD WEBSITE.

Mine’s the one without the bits of garden on it. Thanks. 

DON’T MESS WITH MY BOILED EGG AND TOAST!! Today, The Times gave us the recipe for Boiled Duck Egg with Asparagus Soldiers and Crumbs. CRUMBS. Not a proper carb in sight. Is this what people are eating these days? Finally, some inspiration for a blog post… 

‘A Single Man’ is possibly the most beautiful film I have ever seen. It was perfection. It made me laugh and it made me cry. It made me want to be a gay man. I have never been Colin Firth’s biggest fan, or Nicholas Hoult’s for that matter, but both were absolutely stunning both in their acting and their appearance. Well I suppose we should expect nothing but impeccable beauty from director Tom Ford, best known for his work in fashion. It did look like one big commercial, but it had depth too. And OH! That Spanish guy Carlos, who looks like James Dean. I would have loved to have took him home to Streatham with me.  

As an added bonus, I got to check out the upstairs of the Prince Charles Cinema, which was rather quite swish. Apart from it only having one entrance/exit in a very wide room, so if you were to choose a seat all the way along the row, you would have to walk across the screen or stumble over around 30 people should you need to go to the loo. 

And they only do cash transactions on food. Pah. I was starving and had practically ran all the way from Brixton to make it in time for the film. My stomach was rumbling so loudly, I almost felt as if I had to issue a public apology.