This is not some bizarre scheme in order to meet foxy art chicks and seduce them with my daring brushwork and skill with a 4b pencil, I actually quite enjoy painting and my ill composed daubings are hung all over my bedroom walls - I believe they help scare off burglars and wandering ghosts. Of course any foxy art chicks would be a bonus and I am not one to turn down the advances from members of the opposite sex, but I did really take the course up in order to improve my artistic skills.

Unfortunately, the hours of 6.00 - 9.00 are normally reserved for me cooking up my evening meal and scheduling the class during this time does make things a little awkward for me NoshBlog-wise. I think in future Mondays are likely to be very swift affairs - at least it will give me a chance to practise speed cooking - the sort of thing most people do of an evening (those who don't just stick something in the microwave or order a pizza that is).

So after a very enjoyable three hours sketching a starfish and a slice of dried lemon^*, I toodled off home and rustled up something using some pre-made gnocchi I bought in Sainsbury's and kept in for such an emergency. The whole meal took only a few minutes to prepare and wasn't bad at all.

And then off to bed early - I'm going to Exeter again tomorrow and have to catch a train. What joy.

^* I called my creation: The eternal wheel of Samsara - the birth and death of Shiva the destroyer in dreamspace.


Cake Blog

A Chocolate Halva Bar: Like compacted dust but slightly less palatable. If I were Lucifer scrabbling on my belly eating dirt and this were offered by God as an alternative, I'd probably stick with the dirt.


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