Savage Pink

Hamburger and Storm Day

hamburger3 Originally uploaded by Savage Pink.

Today was a real humdinger of a day.  Starting out with the French pissing me off.   You schedule an afternoon meeting, and they call your office at 10.30am to say they will be there in 15 minutes. Bloody typical arrogant (insert racist or nationalist stereotypes here)... so well, I couldn't get there in time because I had a band staying and a passport to renew and well.. you know, I couldn't be arsed.  It's okay though, my fearless colleague handled it for me.

Then the letter from Flynn... see last entry.

Then, work. Busy, of course. Yesterday's craziness was, thankfully, put to rest, so I was in a pretty positive mood. (Never mind that the Rover just stopped in the middle of Wightman Road today on the way to the office.  Just plain stopped.  The B-52's "Devil In My Car" was playing ((and I was singing very loudly, and badly)) when it happened. Spooky coincidence? No, I think just a temperamental electrical system. I put the hazards on, got out, popped the hood, fiddled with a few wires and was off on my way again. I always feel so proud of myself, particularly when I am wearing a halter top and sparkly kitten-heeled sandals, grappling with The Beast and winning. There was a street sweeper stood next to me on the sidewalk, smiling in wonderment.) And at work... well, still not focusing on things as much as I'd like, but... getting there. I accomplished quite a few things today and felt pretty satisfied with myself.

It was supposed to be storming today.  Well, the usually reliable BBC weather site said that it was going to be stormy. (Another bit of my insanity : I look at the 5 day forecast, in Fahrenheit, because I still don't get Celsius. Anyway, the 5-day said thundery storms today. So I clicked on the 24 hour forecast, and it said it was going to be sunny all day. Do you know what I did? I wrote to the BBC and complained.  It's an American thing, I guess. Or maybe it's just a crazy old woman thing.) Anyone who has read my blogs, or stood next to me in a thunder storm, knows the effect they have on me.   I was kind of antsy all day in anticipation.  Then someone whispered some absolute filth in my ear during the afternoon. Shocking. I was paralyzed. You know, in a good way. It took me a good 30 minutes to regain my composure.

Towards the end of the day, one of my Flickr chums drove me into a wild state of hamburger desire, and I had to go to the supermarket to get the fixin's. Just as I was leaving the market, the sky was starting to darken and rumbles of thunder could be heard in the distance. Ooooh! Tantalizingly, the storm actually took ages to arrive, finally breaking an hour or so later when I was in the kitchen preparing my burger. I had the back door open and there was all this fantastically loud thunder and brilliant lightning, and heaps of water pounding down. I was driven into such a frenzy by the storm and the impending burger than I actually burnt three of the four buns under the grill while trying to get it together. I kept getting drawn onto the back step and, well, I just lost it a bit, okay?

Finally the burger was ready, and it was a glorious, two-fisted, gob-full of a messy meat orgy, too. Quenched all my burger longings. I put some pictures up on Flickr or course, because I am part of an international network of crazy people who take pictures of food.

So, it's been quite the senses-overload type of day. I'm quite exhausted by it all. You know, in a good way. I think I'll crawl into bed, and hopefully I'll have a tasty dream about Jean Reno in a Batman suit.....
 

90 degrees in London

I know, it doesn't sound like a lot, but believe me, when you're in a metal warehouse with no air conditioning, it sure as hell is.

Hot Sunday in the garden of paradise.

  me_hot_garden989a Originally uploaded by Savage Pink.

On Sunday it was very hot and sunny in London, about 85F, and I had to wait for a friend arriving from the States. I sat in the scorching sun drinking rum smoothies. (Pineapple, coconut & banana juice, lots of ice, lots of rum, and a scoop of ice cream - whizz in the blender, pour over ice. Instant cool bliss.)

My friend's flight was delayed so by the time she got here I was a bit tipsy. Poor thing, while I was sitting getting tanned and tanked, she was having a transportation nightmare from Heathrow. The Express trains weren't running, so she had to get the Piccadilly line into town - all 400 stops. Half way there she got sick and threw up on the tube! Then she fell backwards down the escalator at Kings Cross. And then she was sick in the taxi. I put her to bed immediately.

Later we got up and went to see William Whitmore play in Brixton at the Windmill. I drank a bunch of cider and got drunk and belligerent. All my photos turned out crap.

I felt terrible this morning but a brunch at Banner's nearly sorted me out. Omlette with sun-dried tomatoes, mozzarella and basil, and Banner's potatoes. It's good to feel human again.

Weather And Arousal

   Florida sky, not British sky    Originally uploaded by Savage Pink.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Last night in London was one of those rare nights when nature really got the best of me. I think it used to happen more when I lived in the States - the climate there is somehow more powerful than on this damp little island, where there is seldom any drama. Yesterday afternoon the temperature soared (don't get excited, only to about 73 degrees) and became muggy and oppressive. Clouds gathered and yet seemed reluctant to provide relief from the humidity. Finally when it did come - around 11pm where I was, the rain was strong but not brutal, and the sky was lit with repetitive flashes of lightning - much to my dismay, no thunder however. When the brief shower finished, the air was warm but damp... and the smell! That's the thing that got me. It's an electric, slightly musky smell...totally erotic. Well, to me at least. On these rare nights when heat and damp - or even heat and strong, cool winds collide, my pulse quickens and my skin tingles. All of my senses are heightened and I have a desire to roll naked on the ground. If you know me, you will know how unnatural this desire is in me. (I don't do camping, okay?) So obviously, this elemental furore is touching some deeply hidden pagan desire in me, innit? Does anyone else feel this way? The only other time this kind of feeling has occured is when I visited Norway a few years back during the summer. Made a trip up the west coast, through the lakes and lochs by boat, and then took a train up a mountain to a glacier. Going up on this tourist train, we rode alongside a river which was pounding fiercely with electric blue water, coming down the mountain from the melting glacier ice. I was absolutely transfixed, totally turned on by it. Almost embarrassingly so, surrounded by families and tourists of all shapes and sizes. By the time we got to the top and alighted from the train, I could barely walk. Is this just some personal sexual prediliction that I have, or is this a more general primal urge that all humans have to reconnect with nature? I don't really understand why it's specific kinds of weather or natural phenomena that arouse me so... I certainly don't have a regular desire to combine sex and nature, for example. No doubt there is a clinical term for people like me. Hmmm.... well, whatever it is, more nights like last night would be just fabulous, thanks.