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Watched Cronenberg's The Fly for the umpteenth time the other night, mostly because everything else not about insectival happenings and ears falling off is just not cricket.
^^^^I'm glad Goldblum's in The Grand Budapest Hotel as he's long overdue a smash, but all these multi-cast love-in's are wearing thinner than vehicles for Clooney and his chums.
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What a sick ride yesterday, ended up having good day/night out with many jokes. Would never have ridden around Hampstead if it wasn't for yesterday. Defo would again. Cheers guys!
The latest London Leisure Pirate reacts badly to the news Costcutter has sold out of Milky Ways.
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got one but too small and a columbus muscle...
I need to neck more Evian like our cousins across the pond.
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The Fall - Oswald Defense Lawyer - YouTube
Mark Twain/Walt Whitman.
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No idea, but were you riding along Mortimer Street with your better half just before 3 this afternoon? Looked for all the world like you, apart from his/your inability to keep upright on a bike, caused maybe by a lapse in concentration from barking instructions to his/your partner much too loudly. Nicely dressed fella though, whoever it was if not your good/bad self.
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Spunked an imaginary fortune without spending an actual penny in Dover Street Market earlier. Interesting shirts from Ann Demeulemeester - many shirts don't register much, or go too far the other way and become awful, but hers show how a basic garment can be pepped up with small details without turning naff. Great trousers and other bits too. Lots of good Rick Owens gear. I'd be well set with four figures to relieve myself of.
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Nothing from neu in a while. He was always pretty sharp.
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Dov braving the elements at the North Pole (Road).
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On the subject of pâté, rather than utereus's gran, lovely though she no doubt is - all that gear's right up my arrondissement.
TheoryGirl got back from Paris yesterday, bringing with her a selection of terrines and rillettes containing all our favourite animals, plus a bottle of dessert wine, which made for a perfect late dinner with baguette and reasonable tomatoes doused in nothing more than sea salt to make them weep and plenty of finely milled pepper to make them hum. Pretty much ideal. She should go more often.
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I see. I certainly don't have any catalogue but it's stamped 1660117, in which case it's a Geneve Day Date with what I have seen referred to as a bull's-eye dial.
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^^A circle with an 'A' in the middle - anarchist radiator grille. Jump out of his way lest he mow you down with unrivaled freedom of spirit.
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The photo doesn't do it justice. It's in amazing condition. If Alsal can't work around the link screw issue, ebay works, within almost reachable cost;
Ta for the link about many of their own kind. Had it to Alsal yesterday and the vintage Omega place in Burlington Arcade today, who are happy to service but not repair. Alsal gave me two options - they could go at it with abandon there and then, which may bugger the bracelet forever, or go gently-gently and flood the screw holes (whatever they're called) with grease to try and coax out the knackered screws.
Worst that can happen with that method is nothing, but they'd need to take the watch off me for a couple of days and I'm not keen on that having just begun wearing it. However I'll probably take them up on their offer as my mind cannot shake the imperfection of the current clasp adjustment, so it's worth a bash. They confirmed it's the original bracelet too. If I go back there though there's a couple of Junghans in the window with my name on, so I'm staying away for the next while.
TheorySwine, what model is it? Its a new one on me, and I can't stop looking.
It's a 1022. Been looking into the dial - nearest I've found is another watch from the same year, but different model. There's another very similar dial in a 70s Dynamic on eBay I've got half an eye on, but I've yet to find an exact match for either dial or model.
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Pigging out on gooey Swiss cheese spread on sliced baguette, because I'm no respecter of boundaries and am well up for a slice of ideological brouhaha.
Mankind would be nowhere without bread and cheese, but I'd be a lot slimmer.
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Anyway, fuck utopia. I'm happy enough being expertly miserable.
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Surely utopia never ends, otherwise what's the point? Life's brief temptation enough as it is.
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He's a rotund man paid to talk into a microphone on stage, but not Johnny Vegas or that one from Bolton who dances like a prat.
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Stewart Lee back on the BBC for a third series. My week has just improved considerably. I actually pumped my fist when I saw it.
I can't seem to settle on an opinion about him, but what's certain is I didn't watch it. On the one hand he's an aficionado of The Fall so obviously clued up, but on the other his stand-up doesn't make me laugh much. There might be wise things that raise a smile and a minor grunt of some kind at a comparison or another, which might make him an intelligent comic if laughter's thought too common, but once I've sat through a set it's like trying to recall what I did 3 and a half years ago last Tuesday - gone forever. I know aching laughter's not his forte, but neither are punchlines so far as I can tell. His craft is in teasing/suggesting without any memorable payoff. I know that feeling whenever I have sex anyway, so more of the same from comedy's never going to finish me off.
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So - the end of a very interesting process, and one that is sure to be repeated. Although I've long enjoyed and worn watches, only recently have I become interested in them.
Picking up a used 1972 Omega in its fully original state and in near flawless condition is quite a shift from fancying a brand new Steinhart Ocean One Vintage, but a trip to 36x18s to try on a few from his collection, including a different model Steinhart of identical dimensions, threw me off. I was sure once I'd tried it I'd be ordering the OOV immediately, but it's simply too big for my slim wrists (waistline please take note).
Richard loaned me a (fake) Tudor to wear whilst I rethought what to have, but as much as I enjoyed it its bulk put me off the idea of a diver for good, quickly followed by only considering buying brand new. After some pedigree I took to eBay and amassed quite a collection, all of which knocked socks off what's available new on my budget. Time and again I returned to this watch - despite being wary of buying unseen the seller's in Durham, and one man of the north never shafts another. I felt safe given his 100% feedback and the authoritative listing of this particular watch.
At 35mm I feel I can go a touch bigger, but it's very light and doesn't shove its presence down my throat. I find the dial very interesting, which apart from being a big fan of the 70s was its main draw. The blue shifts shades depending on the light, the white hands are a nice contrast and depending on the viewing angle there's a slight 3D effect due to the upturned dial beyond the silver connecting ring. One bugger is a couple of the bracelet's pins are mauled at their heads so won't accept a screwdriver, meaning they can't be removed to get the fit right. However today Richard adjusted it at the clasp, but I'll be getting a second opinion tomorrow as to whether links can safely be taken out without sacrificing the bracelet. So far it's keeping accurate time too.
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I was all set to buy this Condor a couple of years ago but the seller went quiet on me. Still wish I owned it.
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The needless over-complication of otherwise simple things.
At a venerable high-street retailer recently, John Lewis if I'm honest and I've no reason to lie, after urinating I wanted to wash my hands like all good men should. Stopping this basic need was my inability to coax water from the tap, for I did not understand how it worked. I tried rain-dancing before the sink and whispering it sweet nothings, while groping the tap like a teenager ready to pop his cherry. Water water everywhere but not a drop for Swine.
Only when another customer pressed the tap's nozzle in a way I've not seen before, but he appeared accustomed to, was I able to do as intended. As a 36 year old man I felt a mixture of shame and ignorance from not being able to operate a modern tap. As we silently stood next to each other I decided against smiling in thanks at him through the shared mirror we faced for fear he thought I was a weird bog-lurker, but one with clean hands at least.
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^Love that album.
Bushwacka! - Bluntski - YouTube
Old Bushwacka's lined up to play Wiggle's 20th birthday party next month. Hopefully he can keep it together this time - he had to shy away from playing their NYE party due to being as floored as I've seen anybody.
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Makesome Breaksome - Nightshift - YouTube
One of the finest low-key tech numbers, courtesy of Bushwacka (but not Layo), on his then label Plank.
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Just watching #2, I was wondering if he'd mention my alma mater, Pimlico School, and he did... Much missed, didn't work very well tho'...
Went to school in a lump of concrete then went home to one... Didn't do me any harm...
Pimlico Road is probably my favourite stretch of niceness in all of town, but the school was/is shocking to look at. No idea of the fate of it you suggest though.
I also love Meades, but of the 2 books of his I own the novel's unreadable and the restaurant criticism collection's a disappointment, despite those columns often being the high-point of The Times during that period. But still, a great writer and all round enthusiast of worthy pursuits.
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he and mayo are always at it
When I get the salad urge, I like to dress my leaves in Richard Gere. Plus we're dead-ringers, so this is me.
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Giles Coren gave it a perfect score in The Times not long back. I happened to walk on Saturday so spent a few minutes reading their menu - I'd take the full card.