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Monday, July 28, 2014

Whatever


81 year old Joan is on - I want it.

St Tropez - our very own LA, where age is just a number.



Sunday, July 27, 2014

Schnitzel & Schnapps


Fischer's, Marylebone High Street, London.

I love Corbin & King, no they're not a perma-tanned pop duo from the 1970's but London's leading purveyors of Mittel European cafe culture. Every time I go to London I go to the Wolseley, 
where I even mange to swallow down  eggs in the  cheerily jonquil form of  their delicious lobster omelette  -  who can refuse opening their moth ridden purse when the bill is presented with such exquisite aplomb?





Fischer's is their latest Viennese whirl.
Schnitzel, brotchen, strudel, tortes mit schlag,  I could stay here all day roughly hewing my own Hansel & Gretel house which is how I used to send myself off to  the land of Nod as a child - rafters of Viennese fingers and a crazy paving path of broken sachertorte. 

Is it not the Grand Budapest Hotel, hewn from rich mahogany and scented with  beeswax?
If only Mr Gustave could be my date, remember, he likes the oldies.


"I've had older"








Sorry to ruffle so many feathers the other day, yes I have changed the blog name, it's all about Badinage here now. 

Faffing - I have had so many "Disgusted of Indiana" emails about this, no I am not swearing, it is not in any way  related to the f word but blundering British style   - think Hugh Grant in his films, he's the ultimate faffer. 
So new name, new email, massive fail on changing the blog address so far.
So badinage and all that, hopefully the odd bit of persiflage and bonhomie

Oh it's a party now, chink!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Glasgow Style

pic:PA

'A place of renown, where the air is mild and the victuals are plenty’
Vatican edict 1451, establishing  Glasgow University.


Well, the least said about the Commonwealth Games opening ceremony the better, 
 once known as the second city of the Empire, (next to London) 
Glasgow has moments of grace in stone and a unique style - sometimes not in a  good way.
 From tenement dwellers  to  Tobacco Lords who resided in mansions of honey coloured stone, there has been and always will be something for everyone in Scotland's largest city.



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The Duke of Wellington statue - he is never without his 'hat'.





Glasgow University