England vs Portugal

The referee was a crook, Sven was a fool, Stevie G and Frank L should have taken better penalties, and it was all rather upsetting.

Of course, I may not know what I’m talking about (except for the ‘upsetting’ part) but the long and the short of it is: England’s out.

Enjoyed the match though – shouted head off with a few others around the big screen, and simultaneously read Guardian’s commentary to check how well I was doing at understanding what was going on. The Graun’s coverage was pretty good…

(And I see that Becks has quit as Captain – what will become of the England team under its new stewardship? Who knows?)

I do think I’m going to subscribe to an RSS feed that’ll keep me updated on Spurs progress through the next premiership season, as quite enjoyed the bits of football I’ve watched this World Cup and might be interesting to follow the team I supposedly support… (Of course, Tottenhamhotspur.com doesn’t have any RSS feeds that I can find… grrr).

New York

So, New York was… amazing. Everything from the movies, and TV, that I’ve seen was… true. Moreso. Better. It was like London, stretched – and even more diverse and exciting, if that’s possible.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not trading cities. The pace of life in NYC was… hectic – more than I’d be prepared to deal with in the long term, I suspect. But it was just… unreal. I was not the only person going around saying “it’s like being in a movie,” — heard at least two passers-by say almost exactly the same words in Times Square. Which is understandable; that’s like Leicester Square on speed.

So, my pivotal NY experiences in a nutshell:

    Having slices of American scale pizza
    Drinking root beer
    Seeing broadway, Madison Square, Statue of Liberty, Ground Zero, the Empire State building, and more
    The walk / don’t walk experience
    Comic book geeks on the street (!!!)
    HOT DOGS. Oh yeah.
    Tipping (man, I hate working it out… much more of a science than here)
    New York cab journeys
    Chinese takeaway, complete with egg roll (so cheap!)
    The NYC retail experience (a world away from the service we get in London – much better!)
    Learning what ‘uptown’ and ‘downtown’ meant
    Central Park in the sunshine, on the water
    Watching movies and photoshoots happening
    Having a bagel near Tiffany’s
    The biggest ever plate of cheese in Mexican restaraunt
    Seeing a broadway musical (oddly, Sweeney Todd, set in London)
    Riding the (so much better than London underground its not funny) Subway

Having problems with my photo plugin for WordPress, so please checkout the photoset if you’re keen to see more…

Relative quiet

The relative quiet is due, in part, to the fact that I seem to have developed hayfever (£$(“$&*!&*$(*!!!!). It’s very annoying and have been feeling pretty rotten for a couple of weeks (thought I had a cold, and may have done for a few days…). Now I’m dosed on on prescription strength anti-allergy gear some sort of normality may resume. But… I have fallen asleep at 8.30pm for the last two nights and not sure how immediately I’ll have the time, energy or inspiration to blog. But hopefully over the weekend…

My musical taste

So, I’ve been classified has having ‘teenage boy’ taste in music. Which seems harsh, but is probably a fair reflection – all my fave West coast rock has its origins in sunshine, skateboards, teenage angst, girl problems, punk culture and, well, crazy melodic guitaring.

Happy to be enjoying an East coast band at the moment, and if anyone has any recommendations for music that someone who likes the Offspring, Blink 182, Green Day and Bowling for Soup (as well as RHCP, Foo Fighters, Collective Soul, BNL and lots of less straightforwardly happy rock) — please let me know.

Oh, and I seem to like some Canadian music, too. Where does that place me?

Addicted to eBay

This always happens when I’m busy and have tonnes of things I should be doing… A Sky Digital box that died under the weight of ages (7 years of heavy use!) led to my researching and purchasing a replacement on eBay, or face the prospect of having my wonderful Tivo box lie fallow and cause me to miss critical episodes of Smallville and the like…

And now, I find myself dipping in and out of eBay far more often than I want to – after all, I don’t really need a Fender Telecaster, or a Media Centre PC, or a PDA… Why am I so materially bound? ;)

Ah well. Did resist making bids on any stupid items but instead bought another set of [[Peter Hamilton]] books… which I can in some way justify as a productive purchase, and which the Indian part of me is pleased with for the discount I got by finding them on Amazon marketplace (it’s the Greg Mandel series).

Anagramalorious

Sorry for being slightly blog-happy today but Tom points to Sternest Meanings – an anagram chat engine. It’s not a Turing engine (which I thought it was to begin with and very rapidly worked out otherwise) – but is good for a laugh. Apart from anything else, you can type things in like:

I’m Armand David.

And have it say:

Rid avid madman.

Which I think is quite insightful, really.

‘Sternest meanings’, of course, is an anagram of gem transientness. Obviously, I mean d’uh!

Food, glorious food…

Ok, so I know I probably enjoy food a little too much, but a little on the international cuisine I’ve been enjoying of late.

In Sardinia I had my first truly Italian pasta – spag bol like I’ve never had before – it tasted *amazing*, despite minimal meat – and think I’ve got the knack down on how to get the pasta to taste right (lots of salt in the water…). Sheila’s also acquired some good sauce making skills, so hopefully the pair of talents will result in some good pasta at Casa David.

I also had a steak wrapped in bacon, which reminded me how good things wrapped in bacon are, some very-rosemary-ed up Roast Beef (a local specialty – also v. tasty) and some really interesting wild boar gnochetti. There was more, but those are the ones that stand out. For those curious – wild boar tasts a bit like grainy, salty beef, horse tastes like pungent, salty, beef, and donkey (apparently) tastes like braising steak. Salt seems a dominant theme in Sardinian cuisine.

In America, I had the culinary experience my unhealthy adult life has bred me for: pizzas the size of a BICYCLE WHEEL (only ever had a slice per sitting but they were *so* good and have set a new standard for me), chinese takeaway that was incredibly cheap and reminded me so much of Seinfeld I expected Kramer to walk in and clear out my fridge (and I had an egg roll – something they *always* order on American TV programmes), the hot dogs like they look in the movies (great!) and a Mexican restaraunt Gem and I went to served us a dish of baked cheese and sausages that tasted outstanding. And I use the word advisedly. Key West added some amazing prawns (‘shrimp’) and possibly the best burger I’ve ever eaten (photo below).

Possibly the best burger I have ever had, EVER

It has been a fattening few weeks. But deliciously so :).

England vs Ecuador

Anyone who knows me will tell you quite how bad I am at watching or paying any attention to sport, but have been getting into (bits of) this world cup. Never mind that my sweepstake draws were universally appalling (one of my golden boot strikers didn’t even make the squad – Ewerthon) — I have at least been watching the England games when I can. Saw the first one in Sardinia, the second in NYC, read the live commentary to the Sweden match (depressing as it was) on my train back from Heathrow. Today I watched the Ecuador match with friends in West London.

And it was exciting. And I was getting involved. And – its pretty cool. I can’t afford another time-absorbing hobby (and don’t think I’m that interested anyway), but it is fun to kind of share it with my (almost all much more interested in football) friends – although a few of football fans in the room did not appreciate my stating the obvious (“damn, that was close” on the Ecuador shot in the first 20 minutes). Alan Hanson, I’m not.

Anyway, come on my adopted nation, ENG-ER-LAND! Bring on the quarter finals — oh, and don’t worry Daf, I still support Wales for the Rugby ;).

Holidays – Sardinia

I’ve decided that a ‘what I did on my holidays’ type post would be slightly, well, like a 10th grade school assignment, so thought it’d be worth giving some brief impressions, interspersed with some nice photography. Starting with (click click) Sardi-nia. America will take longer for me to do – a lot more photos, and a lot more things going on, but will hopefully be up soon!

Sardinia was my first holiday away with a group of friends with the intent of doing nothing in, well, ever. Was a completely new experience and the sun and food in Sardinia were a great accompaniment; we were in a private villa with a pool in a bizarre collective of sunbaked pink villas on a hill outside the village of Stintino, on the northwest coast of the island. The weather was astonishing; crystal blue skies, strong (sometimes overly strong!) cooling breezes, the crisp, cold mediterrenean (my first time in that particular sea) and lots of time was spent relaxing, eating, playing bizarre games and having great chat. Oh, and drinking a lot and throwing and/or kicking balls around too. And there were more… exiciting moments.

The full photoset is where it usually is, but here are a selection of images that kind of capture the spirit:

Our favourite bus
The halo is around Rach's head
Rach jumping off the boat Group shot on pier Pob-berg (Zoid-Pob?)
Spex 'p'-ing in the road
Neragga (?) in distance
Three cool amigos
Matt, sillyface #81 DSC01641
James, looking cool on beach

And here’s a list of the the different types of animal we ate whilst there — n.b. this may not be comprehensive!!

    horse
    wild boar
    lamb
    beef
    pig (bacon & ham)
    donkey
    crayfish
    prawns
    squid
    swordfish

…not to mention at least 3 types of cheese. Not too shabby, eh? Was a great trip with a great group of people, and I’m really looking forward to my next visit to the Med. I can say that if the first thing you have to do, having been travelling since about 3am, is descend and then climb 656 steps in blazing heat whilst wearing a rugby shirt (they told me it was quite cold in the evenings, so I came prepared!) — well, then, you might sweat some.

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