Bits and pieces
In other words, random thoughts and banalities good and bad, none of which are quite big enough to flesh out a post on their own.
Department of Washing Up, I: Discovered that the way to get dried-on rice-pudding marks (you know, the sort of tideline where the skin meets the sides) off the dish without damaging the dish or anything else is to scrape them with a plastic bottletop. Worked like a charm.
Department of Washing Up, II: Also discovered that cornflour-based batter sticks like concrete, and (being cornflour) becomes more solid when you try and lever/scrub it away.
Department of Music: The verses of Leonard Cohen’s “First We Take Manhattan” (video, lyrics) are just about in iambic pentameter. It’s hard to make out in the song because the lines are so spread out – as much spoken as sung – but I think the pattern of stresses is there, and I think it’s deliberate. It’s probably most visible in the verse that goes Remember me? I used to live for music; / Remember me? I brought your groce-ries in; / It’s Father’s Day, and ev’rybody’s wounded (etc.) The verses also alternate feminine and masculine end-words, like Kipling’s “If…”, and therefore – like “If…” – can be sung to the tune of “Danny Boy”. No, seriously. I just had a go. It’s very strange.
Department of Getting Older: My parents are currently living several thousand miles away on another continent. I turned 21 recently and they sent me a bouquet of roses via Interflora. I ended up sobbing on J. Guess I’m not coping quite as well with independence as I thought I was.
Department of Being Let Down by Comedians You Like: Asked on Mock the Week to come up with ‘bad things to hear on a first date’, Russell Howard duly came out with “The last time I was in this nightclub, I was still a man!” – complete with bizarre walk and squeaky falsetto. When did he start doing lazy, bigoted jokes? Or has this happened before and I never noticed? (Sadly, it’s probably the latter, both because transphobia in comedy is depressingly common and because I’m still not great at recognising it in less blatant forms than this.) Another one for the unfunny list, I guess; I hear there’s a space next to Frankie “Disabled Children Are Hilarious” Boyle.