October 2008 Archives

How do you know if you're really stone bonkingly tired? For me, the answer is that I become easily obsessed with unimportant things. With the work for law school mounting up each week and the minor influence of sleep deprivation, my unconscious mind seems to have tuned itself to the task of producing the perfect omelette.

The fluffy style with the whipped egg whites folded into the yolks is no problem. What I'm trying to work out is how to produce a non-rubbery, still 'scramble-eggy' style masterpiece. With practice, it is getting better. This Monday's was actually enjoyable rather than just edible.

K's non-stick Le Creuset pan is a good piece of kit. Start on the hob then flash it under the grill. It works. And yet, I'm not satisfied with what I'm making. It's only a B- at best.

Deep down I suppose that (at least on an unconscious level) that my making an A+ omelette will mean that everything in the world will be right and my life fulfilled. Who knows.

Should the primo ommlette ever be produced then I will be sure to update you on the more existential side of the equation.

The last few weeks have been a bit of a culture shock. My waking hours seem to have been taken over by ever growing piles of paper from the GDL course (Graduate Diploma of Law). There are so many materials to printout each week that it often feels like I'm doing an apprenticeship at a reprographics company.

There is no getting away from the fact that the GDL is a 'crammer'. Much of it is very interesting but it's hard to take that much information in on a fast-motion, whistle-stop bus tour.

One day I may summon up the courage to actually go to the toilet at college. The danger of missing some important tit-bit for the exams is an on-going deterrent however.

K. and I went to a surprisingly average wine tasting last night. Our impression was that little of it was worth the price. Still, it's always nice to be invited.

The meal at the Gay Hussar (old Soho institution) afterwards more than compensated for the winey misadventure. 'strange being there without John, my dad who died 18 months ago. In a way though, I felt very close to him during the meal. Perhaps it's more accurate to say, my memories of him.

It's funny, but I've been recently visiting the old places John and I used to meet in London. Times change and it's no use trying to recreate the past. Yet, I sometimes get the sense, when I am in a very 'John' place that he is holding court in the room there: somewhere in the past.

Sometimes a song or a piece of work you've been trying to learn will fling around your mind when you are trying to get to sleep some night. Perhaps it's 'persistance of sound'. Maybe you get with certain people in certain places too.