Saturday, May 29, 2010

ice cream seventh heaven


















the loved one made a compote of blackberries and blueberries using a little bit of demerara sugar

she served it to me in a small dish it with two scoops of lime and coconut ice-cream

the final killer touch that blew it and me into the fifth dimension was that half a teaspoon of italian licore di limone

Sunday, May 16, 2010

THE INTRODUCTORY DISCUSSION IN A SINGLE SENTENCE FOR THIS WEEK'S SERMON ON THE HEREAFTER TRANSCRIBED FROM AN ANCIENT PAPYRUS JUST RECENTLY DISCOVERED AMONGST THE BONES OF SABRE TOOTHED TIGERS AND WOOLLY MAMMOTHS IN A CAVE CLOSE TO THE SNOWLINE IN A DENSELY FORESTED AREA OF PUTNEY HEATH.





















Verily, I say unto you a Woman’s Work is never done and so, because they are innumerable, one may confidently deduce that preserving the immaculate perfection of the dazzling heavenly hosts’ gleaming pristine seamless raiment might require considerable logistical ingenuity from His Launderers in Eternity yet it can never be beyond the compass of the Almighty to organize and implement effective and practical procedures and so for this reason I feel encouraged to anticipate that the infinite ranks of heavenly choirs ascending ever upwards through the gilded clouds in to the inexpressible azureity can be discreetly re-robed by sensibly mingling in amongst their number those several blissful regiments of joyously resurrected multi-tasking housewives of all ages who will effortlessly contrive to sing their loud hosannas in matchless sweet and voluptuous harmonies whilst they too are borne aloft amidst heaven’s perpetual sunbeams unto everlasting ecstasy behind their God-given celestial ironing boards.