So I bought Nicki a Sony Ericsson K750i as she’s starting to write about food again and she needed a decent camera to upload to Flickr with. I just can’t get over the image quality on the thing. I pumps out 1600×1200 jpegs with only the faintest artefacts visible in blurry areas (it looks like a ccd pixel-grid, it sort of leaves background noise in the shape of vertical lines)
So exactly how often these days can you see a chap roasting an entire pig on a spit and what’s a burdock root anyway? Broadway market is looking pretty darn amazing right now. These guys come back every saturday–there’s smoked fish and meats, roast pork, bespoke jewellery and fine organic cheeses–I’ll be making the trip next week:-)
Well, until about five minutes ago, I had absolutely no idea that Levon Helm and Robbie Roberston played with Bob Dylan.
It’s funny, I’ve been tidying up my iTunes library and tracking down some of the more obscure cover art. On a couple of occasions, I’ve come across reviews of Miss Kittin albums and amusingly, even the more metropolitan reviewers censor the lyrics slightly. Which is kind of daft really, as electroclash lyrics are pretty much verbal genitalia…