29 November 2006
A couple of Arrowroots
28 November 2006
20 November 2006
First Goods for the Bakery
After several failed attempts at getting some baked goods, I finally have some products to put on display in the shop - let me tell you that the city of Bath, in all its World Heritage site status, also is a fine bakery to peruse. It is a shame that my candid images were mostly of cars or road, rather than something a little more interesting.
And so, to the Pub.
Not on purpose though, let it be known. I was simply looking for a place to watch the rugby, and then go home to curl up in my cozy wee single bed. After all, I had already had a late night on the Friday out in Hammersmith watching Forced Entertainment's crazily superb 'World in Pictures' which, much to my fascination, had one Richard Lowdon running around the stage for the most part naked. Although some people have written this show off to be boring, I loved it. It was bloody hilarious, from the start where the whole cast came onstage to give Jerry some encouragement for his opening piece in the show....
"Hi Jerry, I guess what I wanted to say is... just do your best"
"Hi Jerry. This is the real thing. Don't blow it" (or words to that effect).
But I digress - The Pub. After looking through the windows of all the pubs in Greenwich like a folrorn Dickensian character, the last pub I went to was also the only one playing the All Blacks game. So I got a pint of Strongbow, and was promptly told not to sit where I was going to unless I was supporting France. To which a middle aged kiwi behind me retorted "Just sit down and tell him to go fuck himself". So off to a good start then...
I sat with a Welshman (thankfully no unicorns festooned on his chest), an Australian, and two poms. They bought me drinks, I hassled them mercilessly, and they eventually drank themselves in to a stupor and left in the second half. 20 minutes later a couple of baker's assistants arrived, and encouraged some baking...
Fueled by alcohol, we (more one of my baking assistants actually) had good conversation with this Wine Biscuit, who I found to be a little dull, but could at times be rather tasty. Much like when you dunk said Wine Biscuit (... just to prove I didn't just choose a baked name at random here...)
The most entertaining thing about the Rugby was not that the All Blacks won (again), or even Richie McCaw (A veritable melting moment) - It was the commentary. Which was ALL. IN. WELSH.
Yes, it appears the Welsh were spying as a nation on what they will be up against next weekend, and so Seland Newydd took on Francais. As you can imagine, the translations coming from the pub were rather creative, especially the drunk welshman, who didn't actually know any welsh anyway.
As it happens, I am off to Cardiff on Thursday to watch the next match, so I was curious to hear the Welsh language anyway.
They met the Art Student stereotype well - long hair, and an aptitude for ironic dancing. Which was well and truly appreciated, because by this stage the bar was full of slappers.
You can see that the bread has been somewhat basted in a woman's sweatshirt, which some unfortunate girl had left at the bar. Now you can see that this photo had obviously been posed for, hence the rule breaking I speak of.
The other thing the more fashion aware of you will notice, is the striped shirt. This baked good was questioned about it, and replied that "it's fashionable". Hmph. But begging bakers can't be choosers, so here he is ladies. Striped shirt and all.
P.S - Please excuse the bare beer belly - purely posted for Lou and Bel. the minxes.
15 November 2006
Nearly open and baking...
The idea of this blog developed with the recalling of a quote I once heard:
And henceforth every hot guy seen was sub-consciously thought of in terms of a baked good. So, when moving to London I unwittingly told a few people "wouldn't that be a cool premise for a blog?"... They haven't forgotten about this wee idea of mine and thus here opens The Bakery.
Here is where the problems began - just how do you take good photos of good looking guys
a) without them noticing
b) with my budget digital camera
d) Without coming across like some sort of slapper feminist hybrid
And it is with these things in mind I bring you a blog which, I guess, is more 'delicatessant like', if you will - a snapshot of life here, of stories... with the odd baked good when I can get a good decent "no really I'm taking a photo of the scenery" photo. And then I would hope a good discussion would ensue.
So there we go. Open for business.