August 24, 2008

Car Racing at St Day

Caravan Chaos!

May 14, 2008

Mass Breastfeed in Falmouth

Penryn Breastfeeding group would like to invite all breastfeeding mums across Cornwall to take part in a mass-breastfeed on the Moor in Falmouth to raise awareness and promote breastfeeding.

Saturday May 17th at 12 noon

October 26, 2004

Film Society

Just come back from the Penwith Film Society showing of My Architect. As usual, the projector's focus slipped and we missed half the middle of the film. This time, someone else went up to tell them. Things got worse and worse, and I thought the film was about to melt and burst into flames (like in the old days), and the lights went on. The staff announced that the film had slipped off the projector, and they were just putting it back on. The projector started off again, went out of focus a few more times, and then that was the end of the film. The only good bit was the filming in Bangladesh at the end. The bit we missed in the middle looked like it could have been interesting though.

Before the film started, 2 middle aged ladies (ie, women capable of wearing standard high healed shoes and make up) came and sat in the next row forward, and I got a whiff of Cannabis. I thought it must be cannabis soap. They spend the film russling sweet rappers (munchies), muttering to each other, making huge arm movements, and coughing in a deep throaty way.

October 24, 2004

Cheese Shop

The Cheese Shop is the best cafe in Truro. We walk past it every time we go to Truro, but never been in until yesterday. Delicious cheeses and nice cup of coffee. Highly recommended! Thanks to MMS for the prompt (here). However, I didn't like Fodders - rubbish food, atmosphere, service, and extremely high prices. I had a piece of quiche because the kitchen was closed, and it cost something like 4 quid. To try and justify why I went along with paying that much, I can only say that I was expecting something outstandingly and memorably tasty from this recommended cafe. It was very disappointing! (We are spoilt by Richards health food shop in Penzance which has really nice food, and really cheap to take away, at least.) Couldn't find the hot chocolate cafe.

September 24, 2004

Swept up on the beach

Does anyone know what these things are? They have been swept up a couple of times on our local beach, on the north coast, in the last couple of weeks. Is it possible they've deen dislodged by hurricane Ivan rough seas?

July 22, 2004

noisy libraries

Another thing Truro is useless for is the library. If you go into the reference library for some peace and quiet, you'll see a manager type man pacing the room shouting into a portable or mobile telephone. For God's sake!!!

The women on the desk are bad. They chatter continuously and are uninterested in their jobs. The alarm is forever going off. It happened to me once in ____ (nameless as don't want to encourage theft); they just said to each other "have you scanned her books?" the other said "yes", so they let me go through... Is it impossible that someone who genuinely takes books out the library steals one at the same time? Could it be that they think that no one would ever want to steal anything as crap as a book.

Charlotte's Edwardian Tea Room

Don't go here if you are in Truro. It seems lovely at first. They serve high tea. There's a big portrait of Charlotte herself up on the wall. They have built up a culture there, whereby they have forgotten that their job is to serve a customer, a human being, with food and drink. They act like the customer is the problem that has to be trouble shooted ASAP. After waiting a while "to be seated" they finally cleared a table and one of the old crone waitresses shouted at us "two of you...? Over 'ere". We sat down, and another came over and angrily told us she had to wipe the table (like we were interfering in her job description by sitting down too early). Then, we didn't get served at all. Robin got fed up of the music (new age pan pipe medley of he ain't heavy, he's my brother leading to take my breath away) and we left.

Truro has to be the worst place ever for cafes. Take my word for it, because I haven't been able to write about all the places we've been there - it would be too boring to do.

It reminded me of the time we went to this amazing restaurant in Brixton. It was an Eritrean place (which our friend had told us was the capital of Ethiopia - found out later how far this is from the truth). It was great there, but this one time there was a blind american man, in there with a friend. We were all having a happy time, and didn't really care about how long we had been waiting to be served. We were surprised to hear this man shout out "I've never waited so long in my entire life" and that we had been served before him. We all whispered to each other, that's because we were in there before him, but he hadn't noticed because he was blind. You do have to wait a long time there, it's true, but it's very nice. I'd hate to be blind and not realise how nice it is, because you miss out on the lady's smile.

Does this place still exist? It's on the road down the market from the Ritzy (Coldharbour lane?). Beautiful lemon pancakes to eat the "lamb" and "Lamb Spicy". Then later, roasted coffee beans shaken under your nose and popcorn. When you have the kings feast, you have to sit around a wicker basket table.

Brixton is a great place. Is the sweet melon incense man still there? And the Post office burp talking man? When we went to the tube on the day of Princess Diana's death, there was a man selling a special supplement of the evening standard calling "Di -anna Did, Di -anna Did"

July 20, 2004

marrows

Yesterday, driving along to Penzance, there was a marrow lying end smashed off on the road. There were a load of stones lying alongside. Someone had stuck the marrow out of their car, scraping it along the hedgerow pulling down part of the hedge, by the looks of it. There was another marrow further down the road - in the same condition.

Here's the photo evidence:

As you can see, I thought this worthy of a detailed study!

MY GOD THESE PEOPLE
There are lots of contorted people doing (to me) bewildering things down here just the same as in East London. Is it poverty as people would say around C**** Street, or 'inbred'ness like they'd say around here. People rotating around and around in their own territory in a way that is baffling to observers.

Alex Brattell's photograph (above) helps put this into clear image. This picture could well have been taken in Penzance, helped by the granite looking walls in the background.

See picture in context here

All the same, the 'incident with the marrow' made me think that at least this sort of thing doesn't happen that often. (Robin suggested someone had stolen the marrows from the little stall down the road that sells the farmer's surplus produce. Out here in the country, at least you can leave something outside your door without it getting pinched and destroyed most of the time.)

Marrows UPDATE: 21/07/04. The man up the road has stopped putting vegetables out on his stall.

Marrows UPDATE: 22/09/04. Vegetables were back for a while, then, sadly, stopped again because the money container (an old milk churn with a slit cut into the top, for coins) was stolen.