Monday, 17 November 2008

Just back from our friends house(our old neighbours), where we've agreed to set up a Sunday Supper Club with the 6 of us...7 if you count my cub...7 and a bit if you count theirs... Next month is Italian night at our house.  Just in case you're interested tonight was a stormer, Spinach and lentil soup, followed by a sort of spicy, ricey dishy thing with caramelised cashew nuts (can't remember what it was actually called)... and chocolate & pear tart with cream to finish... nyum nyum!

The Go Awards were interesting on Friday, however I think I took too much notice of the courtesy drinks.  James Nesbit was the host, and a right cheeky one at that.  There were three finalist but only one winner, and every time the runners up were asked up to collect their certificates James would be shouting "loooooser, loooosers!"... I was pissing myself!  All in jest of course (?)  It was good to celebrate Belfast!

I'm heading to see Paul Pilot and the Royal Trumpets tomorrow night at Olivers bar... Paul's been focusing mainly on other people's music for a long time (Producer of Duke Special, player with Beth Rowley etc...) but his own stuff has always been unique and intriguing, so I'm really glad to see he's focusing on it again.  The Royal Trumpets are a couple from New Zealand who are just gloriously left field in their approach to music.. if you're able to get down, you should... Greenwich has got it going on... starts at 8:30... The owner is Olivier, a mad French man with the facial hair to prove it.  On cold nights he lights the wood burning stove and cooks pheasant for the customers... the other week I walked down (it's in a basement) only to see him education his clientele on the finer points of cheese, the bar counter taken up with a huge cheese board and wine... what a guy.. c'est bon, said I to myself!  Or, as I once heard an American guy say it with a full on Texan accent 'kest bawn!'...