I like: home

Every day when Tommy gets home from nursery I ask him if he's had a nice day and he says 'No, it was a stupid day'. Every day. And today I have also had a stupid day. Everything at work was on the fritz, and then I like goes down. Something about corruption and data loss so sorry if things are still a little holey or weird.

The only good thing about today is that it's the last day of the healthy eating experiment which I started on 1 August. It quickly became clear that Gillian McKeith's book (You are what you eat) doesn't actually make sense as an eating plan so I just gave up the bad stuff and tried to eat more of the good stuff. In the early days I was eating so many blueberries I thought I'd have to be rolled away to the Dejuicing Room, Violet Beauregarde-style, and eating so many nuts that I felt like one of those people that only eats things that fall off trees. Apart from that it's been okay. I've got to like some new things - tofu, avocados, brown rice - and found out that things I didn't like before I still don't like now - beansprouts, wholemeal pasta, apples. The best bit is it's broken some bad habits of eating too much and eating the wrong things. I do feel better, and am very pleased with myself for sticking at something. But I'll be glad to have a drink and some chocolate tomorrow.

Cheburashka, Russian Olympic mascotAwww, The Olympics are finished. I haven't watched the games since Daley Thompson was winning medals but have been glued to this lot. I liked a lot of things: Kelly Holmes, the crazy madison (when did they make that one up?), the swimming & diving, the gymnastics (or 'The Jim and Mandys' as Tommy called them). Totally missed the synchronised swimming though, my favourite. It was also a good excuse to sit in a chair all night and knit. Non-sporting highlight was seeing Cheburashka on the podium every time the Russians won a medal (not without some controversy). More Cheburashka: hear him sing, buy merchandise, Cheburashka in a crate of oranges, Cheburashki Moscow dance music phenomenon (motto: 'We have the ears'). Related: Loobylu on 'cute'.

'There's a sort of time travel you do in the doldrums of summer. You're back at your family home, in your old room. It's like a Museum of You, stuffed with old cassette tapes, magazines, things you haven't looked at or listened to for years.' - Momus on the Museum of Me (via Foe Romeo). This is what I like was meant to be but isn't yet - an online museum or a sort of curiosity shop. Something would catch your eye, you'd wander in and get lost for hours. I collect a lot of things; postcards, snowstorms, noggins, globe banks as well as anything else I like the look of. My favourite exhibition was the Museum of Collectors in London a few years ago. Full of what unbelievers would call 'tat' - Laurel & Hardy stuff, Kinder Egg toys, Dolly Parton memorabilia - it was amazing for the size of each collection and the way that there was always something to like. Similarly Wish you were here, an exhibition at the Lighthouse in Glasgow this month was a beautiful collection of souvenir trinkets and geegaws (lots from The Atomium) with some of the things I like very much: snowstorms, float pens, wee Viewmaster-style TVs and cameras. Do people think these things are worthless because they're cheap? I love them to bits. So dinky and well-designed. Maybe if we look after the small stuff the big stuff will look after itself.

Everything I like today seems to be German:

The weekend stops here:

Can't talk. Watching Olympics. Some holiday photos, part one.

Barbapapas Red man Green man

  1. The Barbapapas, alive and well and living in Monte Carlo.
  2. Old-style pedestrian crossings in Nice. The red man is like a little Harry Lime. He looks like he's been waiting there for a long time.
  3. The green man has a sort of jaunty Jacques Tati air about him, as if he has just fallen off the kerb into the road. It's the hats that add a certain je ne sais quoi.

Very quickly:

A Sasek touristLittle help here? I'm looking for help/money/backing for a documentary about M. Sasek. Harold P. Manning, a Parisian film-maker has interviewed Sasek's ex-wife and her son Dusan, who have generously given access to original material. I'll keep the details of this for This is M. Sasek but am appealing to any creative types who might read this and know how we can get this funded and distributed. If you have advice/ideas please get in touch. I'd give anything to see this film come out.

In other news: It's a media week this week as I like: old shops was Miles Mendoza's Website of the Day on the Steve Wright show on Radio 2. Reading through his other picks I was glad to be reminded of Bekonscot Model Village which I went to when I was wee and liked very much. Like crazy golf, model villages are a rarity these days.

Has this week lasted forever? Links to brighten up your Friday:

Some new things and another clearout:


I'm not sure what to do at work, so I decide to do nothing. My web journeys have become a bit routine of late, always looking at the same sites, so I have a bit of a wander. I like reading other people's diaries and enjoy Franz Ferdinand's - funny, surreal and somehow mundane. Then I read Stuart's on the Belle & Sebastian site. He's picking the Tracks of his Years on Radio 2 this week and it looks like a typically eclectic selection, although no Theme from Minder for a change. See who else is nominated for the Mercury Music Prize and think it must be between FF and The Streets. Read Design Observer for a bit. Think about knitting a scarf and try to find a good stitch. Get distracted by the Poof very easy scarf but don't think anyone would appreciate one for Christmas. Curse Wrigleys for rebranding Juicy Fruit. It was one of my favourite sweet wrappers. Feel guilty and read some stuff for work: Boxes and arrows, Adaptive path, Zeldman. That's enough so catch up with Classic Cafes and read a new Observer article about the demise of the caff. Wonder about taking a long lunch and going to The Lighthouse to see an exhibition about Peter & Alison Smithson. Wonder if it's the same one I saw in London at the Design Museum. Don't feel right doing nothing and have Felt singing 'I will be the first person in history to die of boredom' going round and round in my head. Go out and buy some envelopes for something to do.

Back after a good break in Oban. Didn't do much thinking but decided August is a month for action - clearing out and shaping up. I got the job I was going for (hooray!) and am now in the strange twilight between old and new, not quite sure where I'm at. I'll be managing a website for a government department (it sounds very grand) and am getting my first taste of civil service bureaucracy as the security checks drag on. Ho hum. I probably have about a month anyway to become the dynamic, nay thrusting information professional I was in the interview. I've convinced myself that change must come from within so am trying Dr. Gillian McKeith's somewhat harsh nutritional advice, as seen on You are what you eat. I am trying to get through the month without any booze, cakes, sweets or processed food to emerge a beautiful butterfly on September 1. I'm going to need all the help I can get with this one, so recipes/commiserations to the usual address please.

Day 1 of the new regime and The Architects of Air have come to Glasgow at last. Their structures are kind of hard to describe if you've never seen them. Like being inside a giant, multicoloured balloon with an ambient soundtrack. Very retro space age, a little bit 2001.

For tomorrow: Monday is Cycling night on BBC Four and they're showing Alan Bennett's, A Day Out. Why are his plays never on the telly any more? Hopefully this is just the start of a whole retrospective, with Mike Leigh next in the queue.


I like recommends:

You are what you eatYou are what you eat by Dr. Gillian McKeith. Not sure if I'll still recommend it after a month on her diet plan, but here goes...

Love on the dole Love on the dole by Walter Greenwood. Gritty tale of 1930s Salford life. Liberal use of the word 'Eeeee'.

The complete gardener The complete gardener by Monty Don. Very useful, easy to read book by I like's favourite gardener.

Fork to fork Fork to fork by Monty and Sarah Don. And again. Really useful for anyone trying to grow their own food.