Scott C.

Juicelog Thurs 270308: Following a boozy late afternoon with Paul B. and making him late for his Ashtead dinner, I hooked up with the Phu fighters at Soho Theatre tonight to check out Scott Capurro’s show.

Scott came on and picked on the people in the front row which he then weaved into his act. His gags go beyond what is deemed to be acceptable by the politically correct crowd. Not that I personally had a problem with him doing jokes about race, Maddie Mclean, Islamic fundamentalists, HIV, or women, but the content of it felt very outdated. As brilliant as his delivery is and building up the punchlines, I felt I was travelling on a rant that was going anywhere. The parts that raised my eyebrows were more to do with how shocked I was to hear his distinctive San Franciscan whiny voice dispensing material that struggled to reach the gut. A definitely revision is required for his next set of prompt cards.

Apple Tart

Juicelog Tues 250308: My first apple tart.

Bread&Butter Pudding

Juicelog Fri 210308: Had a go at making Steve’s legendary bread and butter pudding. Replacing the slices of white bread, we used brioche rolls instead.

Last Trade

Juicelog Sun 160308: Forcing ourselves out of bed, me and Pudz arrived at Gurnmills mid morning for the last ever Trade. As expected Turnmills was swamped with toilet queues stretching out to deli counter lengths and clubbers struggling to remain sweat free. It was a robust reminder to the ravers why Trade once was the daddy of all afterhours. Keeping things light, we kept our consumption levels low in order to retain a little something for reminiscing purposes.

Disappointed with the lite lounge we slipped away before the final record and wrestled our way into Andrews flat for Chillout Numero Uno. Whittling down the numbers we then slinged it down to Darrens squared for Chillout Numéro Deux.

Iberico

Juicelog Fri 140308: Dirtying up my speckless passport with some new stamps, I ventured up to Nothing-ham to see Pudz. After hearing all the hype about Iberico, I finally made it tonight for a meal tonight. Tucked beneath the galleries of justice is where you will find this trendy basement restaurant which serves up divine amazing Spanish fusion food termed World Tapas. Fingering items on every page of the menu we consumed:

• Saddle of rabbit served with mushrooms
• A selection of Spanish hams (Lomo, Serrano, Chorizo, Salchichon and sourdough bread with honey truffle)
• Albondigas (meatballs)
• Potatas Bravas
• Soft shelled crab
• Toasted raisin bread with vanilla ice cream and pedro ximinez.

As thoroughly as I relished my meal, the only reason why I ventured up to Nottingham was of course to hang out with Pudz.

DBB’s 30th Bidet

Juicelog Sat 080308: Tightly packed into the velvet area (at the Jewel Bar for Covent Garden) we went along to yet another aging denial group gathering tonight. Tonight’s victim sacrificed to the fossil gods was the hip wiggling Richard B. AKA DBB (Dry Bitch’s Bitch).

My first crumble

Juicelog Fri 030303: Dipping my finger into the pudz again, I had a go at making my first apple crumble tonight.

Sevilla

Juicelog Mon 030308: Gliding along to Sadlers Well theatre, I accompanied Bouncy Boy for the opening night of Sevilla. Situated third row from the front we watched General Maria Pagés and her assembly of flamenco foot soldiers spin and strut their stuff.

Delivering the expected drama, hand movements and frantic pitter-patter, there were some neat little tricks incorporated into this production. Kick starting the beat it started off with a group performance (along to a waltz) which had a very West Side Story feel to it. There is a wonderful part of the show where the whole theatre is blacked out and all you can see are several pairs of luminous spotted shoes dancing like the beginning of a Michael Jackson video. At times I found the Moorish wailing from the singers quite overpowering and the band could have toned down for some of the finger clicking dances.

Surprisingly, the number of colourful outfits utilised would not look out of place at a Kylie concert. Giving it some varying touches, walking sticks were used as props and Argentinean Tango as part of the soundtrack. Injecting a bit of humour they conjure up this amusing scene with the ladies and their fan. Watching her shawl spins, Maria is a total diva and commands the stage with that twisty and defined physique of hers. From castanets to clapping to choreography, this show is a gripping ocular delight.