tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38088702012-02-09T20:50:26.646ZLondon-based British-born Chinese female, enjoys arts and culture joy riding, hitch hiking on the web and jumping on and off bandwagons.Hypatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16319098247064658178noreply@blogger.comBlogger3791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808870.post-53482659267496720842012-02-04T12:44:00.008Z2012-02-04T14:15:00.925Z

Googly Eye PieI bought an enormous blue cookbook a few months ago. It looked alluringly serious and modern, promising astounding concoctions and constructions that would fit the Albert Adria / Heston Blumenthal molecular gastronomy trend. Marzipan telephones fitted with LEDs that light up when the doorbell goes, pigeon stew served inside clay pigeons that have to be shot out of the sky before

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Plenty SwankI find buffets quite stressful. When confronted with an enormous spread of food which I can approach in any way I fancy, in quantities and combinations completely of my choosing, I panic slightly. I'll expend an extraordinary amount of mental energy planning what to have, running through all the possible ways I could assemble my first plate and what I would have on my second plate if

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GrapefruitI enjoy grapefruit, the kind with red or pink flesh.I also really enjoy collecting cookbooks and cookery magazines from the 1960s and 1970s - the more lurid the photography, the more unappetising the recipes and cookery tips the better. This slim magazine which I found in a charity shop in the mid-2000s for 50p keeps giving and giving.Within its pages, among tips on how to host the

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"Sir, your zip"The train carriage was busy and I couldn't help but make eye contact with the rather jolly middle aged man in a suit who boarded and stood opposite me. He was cheerfully flicking through the free evening paper, and caught my eye again with a friendly little smile when he unwrapped a sweet and put it in his mouth. He was friendly probably because he wasn't sure why I kept sneaking

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Originally posted on Londonist, here.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -10 mg dance, 8mg theatre, 3.75 ml science: Side Effects is a performance exploring society's relationship to medicine. Can it make us feel better about what we take to feel better?REPORT: patient analysis after one dose of dance-theatre

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Add An Egg"But how do you get the sauce to thicken?" Susanna's mother paused with meat cleaver in mid-air, giving the raw pork she had been aggressively mincing a brief respite. "It never separates when you make the sauce. I can't stop mine from turning into hot greasy water with flecks of dried scallop in it. How do you do it?"Susanna's mother stared at her unnervingly and without blinking for a

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Switzerland's Seventies Waiting RoomYes, it was still the 1970s in the waiting room while it was 2010 outside. Decades had gone by, as they should have, streaming past the windows in changing blurs of fashion, technology and politics. The small group inside the room often stood looking out or peered anxiously from their sticky brown leather chairs at the rapidly changing scenery outside, an

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Wipe Clean SurfacesPhoto courtesy of Will Wiles.Maria kept wiping the plastic cover on her armchair with a damp sponge, until the repeated application of diluted washing up liquid wore through the seat cover. Rather than stop with the sponge, Maria simply added a second plastic cover directly on top of the first. There was, by this point, a third sheet of wipe-clean PVC on the coffee table and

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Door To Door To DoorPhoto courtesy of Will Wiles.The local authorities couldn't have anticipated it but they were rather shortsighted to heap all the doors together in the car park like that. Doors are trouble; they slam, they trap hands and break fingers, they get broken down, kicked in, locked up. They remember.Doors are like mirrors: if you think about them too long, have too many of them

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Vino de Mesa It was as awful as it promised to be, and worse.The credit crunch dinner date at Jim's house had been compiled with a certain amount of young hipster irony and genuine necessary economy. He and Steve were still getting to know one another and it was risky but cheap to have Steve come over for a homecooked meal: he budgeted for 50 per cent pasta, 5 per cent pesto and 45 per cent

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Feeling The Wobbles The jelly did have blood in it. That's what Mrs Dimbleby meant when she said it was high in iron. Everyone commented on how rich the flavour was, how refreshing and moreish. And it's good for you, she would remind her red-lipped customers. Low in fat and high in vitamins and minerals - it's not a just a light wobbly treat on a summer's day, it's a tonic for whatever

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Lucky DuckiesDespite being part of the funfair, it was not a fun event for the ducks. They had suffered the screwing in of hooks to their heads that morning, the pond was far too small them all and they had bobbed about desperately all day hoping to be rescued by a merciful human with a hook on the end of a stick.Very few ducks got the chance to see the hook for themselves; most ended up on the

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The View Is Better From Up Here"[Laughing] It's a real lion! I can't believe it!""That's not real. It can't be.""It's real! Listen to it growl. That's a real lion. I can't believe they've got a real lion in for the lion dance! Look at it go!""No! It's not real! It's dangerous. It could eat someone.""No it wouldn't, they're just going to make it jump around a bit and then..."[Pause]"OH MY GOD! IT

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LipstickThey were all the same shade of red. The twist-up tubes, the little pots, the long wands, the pencils, the clever pens with built-in brush that loaded up with pigment at a click of a button... They were all the same colour. It was no good how long she shopped, how hard she worked at it: she always came home with the same black trousers, the same single colour cotton shirts, the same

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Three Course DisasterThe cream was meant to go with the apple pie for pudding but an ill-judged, violent dash onto the train just before the doors closed had disastrous consequences. She watched in dismay as the white stain spread across the carriage floor and thought desperately of what to serve instead - custard? Creme fraiche? Ice cream? Or... perhaps the pie didn't need any sort of sauce and

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A New Wardrobe for a Growing GirlTwo friends of mine had lots of leftover black velvet from upholstering some armchairs and wanted beanbags made from the material. I offered to cut and sew the beanbags and had a very enjoyable weekend in my living room, sitting at my sewing machine as rain lashed at the windows. I took this photo to capture the perfect contentment of the afternoon and to remind

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Serves FourI ate it all myself. The second spoon was for the chocolate sprinkles I added on top. That night, I dreamt my hands had turned the same shade of yellow as the custard in the trifle and everytime I touched something, it turned yellow too. I woke up sucking my thumbs and a corner of the duvet.The next time I went to the supermarket, I picked up a tiramisu for two. When I went to sleep, I

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ZZ Top Rocker Takes The TubeOriginally on Londonist here: I ponder the potential for tube-based adventures with Billy Gibbons of ZZ TopIf you're preparing to head home on the tube, be vigilant for the famous grizzled beard of Billy Gibbons, guitarist of the honourable rock band ZZ Top. He favours the tube over a fancy limo as demonstrated when he played Wembley last week, and took the

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Theatre: The Abattoir PagesOriginally on Londonist here: I write about a horror theatre thing that had great atmosphere and effect but an unappealing script and plot.You are invited to a secret party in the old abattoir by horror author Helen Mayer. You are called to the door. You are led into the dark. And you are kept there for the rest of the evening. The Abattoir Pages by Foolish People (

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Theatre: Tips For A Small Town AnywhereOriginally on Londonist here: I write about the amazing time I had at the latest Coney (Rabbit) adventure)So this is the play: A Small Town Anywhere. And this is how it works: A Small Town Anywhere. And that's almost all that we can tell you because this is such an extraordinary and unique theatrical experiment, anything we tell you about our own experience

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A Storm in a Bowl of Shark's Fin SoupOriginally on Londonist here: I write about the shark's fin soup controversy in London's top restaurants and introduce the melon alternative.Shark's fin soup: it's basically boiled cartilage. And this week, it is served with extra controversy, courtesy of a spat at The Dorchester Hotel's China Tang restaurant that serves this contentious concoction.

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The Happy on Hypatia Avenue No. 9: Boning a ChickenYes, that chicken has no bones! Yes, I boned a chicken! I totally boned a chicken and I was so damn proud of myself... it's not a task for the squeamish and should you wish to attempt it, I recommend sharpening your knife to 'scary' in order to get it done neater and with more panache than I managed. I took a quality chicken and started by

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Champagne Picnic On The Deck, National Theatre Originally on Londonist here: I sample an exclusive picnic and matinee deal on The Deck at the National TheatreIf you’re having a staycation and want to indulge this summer, or if you want to make a theatre trip extra special, this is an excellent offer. By 'this', we mean an exclusive champagne picnic on The Deck private function room atop the

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The Happy on Hypatia Avenue No. 8: Being a Girl and Owning Lots of Make-upIt's fun to be a girl, but it does seem to involve owning lots of non-essential stuff. I rarely wear make-up and yet... I have 15 lipsticks. They're all roughly the same colour. I'm not fussy about brands. I don't seem to discriminate between the types of lipstick either - pencils, traditional twist-up tubes, those

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Nature-ist: Featherstone Street Originally published on Londonist here: I share a scrap of urban gardening with the public. Londonist takes a walk on the wilder side... What is it?A bench. Some dusty planting. An attempt at a pergola and what can be kindly described as a Japanese influenced rocky corner. Some perky bright flowers. Not as much rubbish or dog poo as you might expect.Where

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Theatre Review: Pornography by Simon Stephens @ The TricycleOriginally on Londonist here: I share my view on the London premiere of Simon Stephen's play about the London bombings.Simon Stephen's Pornography at the Tricycle Theatre features pervasive and recurring irrational urban fury: sudden urges to stab strangers, hating fat people etc. Sean Holmes directs an extremely focused cast in this

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The Happy on Hypatia Avenue No. 6: Food Nobody Else LikesI've talked a lot about food one way or another in The Happy series and I have now come to what is a deeply personal and potentially highly controversial entry: the food I like that no one else likes.Growing up in a traditional Chinese household with non-English speaking parents and the patriarch coincidentally a chef by trade, I have had

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Operation Cockney Sparrow and the Parakeets of Kenley Originally on Londonist here: I share some overheard dialogue about the bird situation in two completely separate parts of London.Two pigeons, pecking around a copy of The Evening Standard outside Bethnal Green station Gordon: Sparrows. Loads of them. Taking all our bird feed. This is our borough. This is our place. Bloody cheek.Brenda: Says

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The Happy on Hypatia Avenue No. 5: Hitler Cat This cat prowls around our courtyard, along with Black Cat with Blue Collar, Big Angry Tortoiseshell Cat and Big Black Cat (no collar). We also have lots of birds pottering about in the courtyard, all of them enjoying the four sides of back gardens backing onto the space. I first spotted Hitler cat a few months ago and was so delighted with his

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Live Art Review: Plane Food Cafe @ Artsadmin Originally on Londonist here: I review a dinner lecture in a fake plane complete with aeroplane seats, stewardess trolleys and unpleasant super-heated pasta.Doors to manual... ...and the steel door of the shipping container in Toynbee Studios' courtyard rolled back. Ten bemused diners were ushered in to the cramped but admirably authentic aeroplane

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The Happy on Hypatia Avenue No. 4: Eclectic Saturday Morning ReadingFrom left to right, top row: Private Eye, The Big Issue, Grazia, Viz, G2Front row: One Eye Grey, Reader's Digest from January 2009 which I found in the office and was compelled to bring home for some insane, time-wasting reason.

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One and Other: I Stood On The Plinth And I Liked It On Sunday 23 August 2009, I was on the fourth plinth of Trafalgar Square as part of Anthony Gormley's One and Other installation. You can see the video of me enjoying my 8.00am hour-long slot here and read more about my choices for the special occasion in my profile on the page. There are also photos here. It was absolutely magical being up

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Bouncers for Boozy West End TheatresFirst published on www.londonist.comWest End theatres are employing security firms to keep control over rowdy audiences. Overdoing the pre-show and interval drinks, boisterous and obnoxious behaviour and Renaissance-era licentiousness in the stalls are causing great unhappiness to the actors and theatre staff. Getting sexy when the houselights go down,

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Dominoes 2009: Watch them fallDominoes 2009: a Station House Opera project for CREATE09 and we were part of it. This section was in Mile End Park and was the start of the 15km route; the dominoes eventually crossed the road, went into Matt's Gallery and out of a window, knocking the last domino into a waiting barge on the canal which then travelled to Island Gardens to start the next section.

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Theatre Review: A Lament For Medea @ The Arcola Theatre http://londonist.com/2009/07/theatre_review_a_lament_for_medea.phpThe squish of a sodden soft toy underfoot as we are led carefully into six inches of water in a darkened, flooded studio theatre encapsulates the uncomfortable and unnerving atmosphere of A Lament For Medea. This short (under an hour) performance is stiflingly intimate; the

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New Look, Same Stuff, More StuffLook! Look at my Twitter feed! (Simultaneously updated on Facebook!) Look at my Londonist articles! Look at my photos! Look at my videos! Look! Click! Look again!This is all rather exciting but I've had a long morning of html, xml, css and wtf with a small amount of ffs. Enough for now, I'll be back...

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Twittering, Blogging, Facebooking, Londonisting, EverythingAs usual, I'm everywhere at once and yet nowhere long enough to feel like I'm paying my fullest and most useful attention to the thing at hand. Instead of shedding things, I'm looking at ways to bring them all together and so work, think, dream and generally waste my time in a fabulous cross-platform manner. And here it is: my Twitter

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You Can Read The News Or Make The News... You Can't Do BothHello, it's me! I am alive, I am well, I am brimming with tales of adventures and activities that have kept me from adding to my series of The Happy on Hypatia Avenue and generally brain-dumping here. I think I'm spreading myself rather thin as I have recently discovered that Twitter and Facebook can actually be good for new friends and

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The Happy on Hypatia Avenue No. 3: Good Cookery BooksI have a big collection of cookery books and books about food. Each one fills me with joy and while Mr Hypatia Avenue can happily read thick tomes of non-fiction on political, social and economic history or collected essays by big hitters such as George Orwell and Gore Vidal (he's terribly clever), I can read a collection of Catalan cookery

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The Happy on Hypatia Avenue No. 2: The Good LifeNext in my series of The Happy is the beginning of The Good Life which started when I bought a tomato plant in July. I've never grown or kept plants before but had the urge to do so when we had some bright sunny days and our balcony was getting sunshine all afternoon and evening. So the tomato plants came home with me one weekend and then followed

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The Happy on Hypatia Avenue No. 1I don't write here very often any more, having spread myself rather thin with Londonist, resuming critical writing and a handful of other (offline) projects, but what I came to realise when I checked the last post I put here was that I'm not writing as much here because... because... because I'm having such a good time elsewhere. At the theatre, galleries, more

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"I'm currently out of the office. I will respond to your query on my return on 5th August."Meanwhile, here are some photos of what Hypatia did on her holidays. Food photography has been limited to 3 poorly lit pictures of an unusual square pizza as even the internet in its monstrous capacity to contain 99. 5 per cent of the world's inconsequential holiday photos cannot document all the was cooked

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It's All Me, Me, MeThe Millennium Wheel Millinery ModelLondonist supplied the questions for the first round of the Museum of London pub quiz and a genuine pearly king was asking the fiendishly difficult questions we had put together. When the quiz progressed to the arts and craft round, Team Londonist excelled, producing a full working, turning model of the London Eye made out of drinking straws,

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"Exploring An Aesthetic of Absence"I've decided to take a little break from theatre and live art. It won't be a period of total abstinence - I've got a few performances and productions I want to see coming up in the next few weeks - but I'm not going to write about them unless they're particularly fitting for Londonist or it's a commission I particularly want to take on. My critical writing

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"In every picture you look either cross or scared or both."Because the lovely and now quite large Planethalder requested it, here is a picture of me as a baby with abundant, slightly mad, very black hair. I've spent a lot of time wondering what my offspring with Mr H. Avenue will look like as he has fine, pale ginger hair, glorious freckles and skin that burns under streetlamps. I, on the other

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Vote! Vote now!Londonist has been nominated for best European blog - vote now! We've had an amazing year: from January 2007 to January 2008 we've gathered an amazing, friendly, lively team and developed some well-loved strands on the site. Our voice is settling into something reliable and fun without being flippant, and we're nurturing some great relations with Flickr photographers, food writers,

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"Just stick the microphone down your jumper, that's lovely..."Look! It's me on Sky News! I've tried to embed the clip but it doesn't seem to be working so here's the link - requires Flash. I'm talking an enormous amount of rubbish, but that doesn't matter as my hair looks *fabulous*. I got picked up in a cab from East London and was driven all the way to Sky Village which is a compound of lots

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Sleep Standing Up - You Can Do It On the Bus Coming Over Here I’ve been busy. Everyone is busy. I’ve been very busy. Certainly giddy. Almost breathless. Shall I tell you what I realised when I met a friend last week? We hadn’t seen each other since the start of summer so we had a lot of news to share. He had been in Edinburgh and had won awards for a play, was embarking on an opera discovery and

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"A Very Ugly Picture"Story #0812 has been written, performed and archived. Though the live performance was not recorded or archived, the text is available. You must make it brighter. Clouds are not black. They might sometimes be very, very dark grey but never, ever black.More...

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1,001 Nights CastFor those who are interested and those who are able to tune in, I will be writing performance #0812, due to be broadcast as a live webcast at 19.27, sunset, London time. This is an extraordinary durational performance by Barbara Campbell, consisting of 1,001 short performances broadcast as live webcasts at sunset each evening, for 1,001 consecutive nights. Each performance is

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London, Sydney, New York, Toronto... Tower HamletsWell, well, well. Only a month or so since I dropped by to witter about cooking and cocktails and hangovers and it's like a different life.First of all, I'm going to be on the BBC World Service tonight! And possibly on Friday too! Details are here.I've moved house, to a beautiful two-bedroom flat in Mile End with floor to ceiling bay window,

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Dinner Is ServedI've joined Facebook.I've drank cocktails here and danced in some godawful nightclub along King's Road until 3.30am, then stood around hungover and unwell, for once not enjoying a tall glass of free Hendricks and tonic the following day here. I was bucked up by the friendly crowd and silly antics of the tweedy competitors and then had a far more comforting Sunday, food shopping

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Please do not make references to Imelda MarcosShe had lots of shoes too, but they are all in a museum now. My lovely shoes are free to walk the streets of any major international city I might care to wander. Look at my 17 pairs of beautiful shoes:There are only 16 pairs in the picture as I am wearing a pair of pink flip flops just out of shot. They are all lovely.Bow down and literally worship at

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"Where have you been?"Thursday 17 May 2007 Take It Home by These Horses at BAC. A fun evening which has unexpectedly led me to booming early 1990s dance music. I am also now a big fan of the Flashdance soundtrack. Full review here.Saturday 19 May 2007 A long evening bar-hopping around London Bridge with Tash, Katy, Lucy and Ali and catching up on all the news: refurbishing flats, the medical

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"But what will you do once you've quit your job?"Since Friday 27 April, the following has happened:- I quit my job after 3.5 years and had a very drunken, hilarious leaving party. My colleagues gave speeches and lots of leaving gifts that made me realise how well they all they know me despite my best efforts to keep any interesting part of myself out of the office. Among the gifts were a world

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Good Friday in LondonA walk from one side of Hyde Park to the other in order to see my parents and cousins for dinner, just as the sun began to set. I got caught up in a Critical Mass rollerblading event and was briefly surrounded by a huge clump of rollerbladers all dancing, slipping, lurching and gliding along to a thumping Euro-disco tune broadcast by a guy on a bikeTwo competitive cousins

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Five Things You May Not Know About Me1. I have had minor cosmetic surgery on Harley Street.It was expensive. I've never regretted it.2. I never, ever, ever blowdry my hair.Not even at a hairsalon. I would rather walk out with wet, freshly cut, unstyled hair than have my head super-heated with warm air. My hair is very, very, very black (almost blue-black), and also very, very, very thick and

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Bradshaw, BAFTA, Bloggers and Exceeding The Discipline and Ethics of Print JournalismThanks to the lovely Ms Banks who is currently working her fingers to the bone at The Guardian, myself and 3 Londonist chaps were invited to a debate entitled The Role of the Film Critic in the Digital Age at BAFTA, jointly organised by the newspaper and the academy. We were able to chat to our favourite film

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"Bad Photo, Great Haircut"Still loving my new haircut. I've avoided having a fringe for years as the idea of it reminded me of the pudding bowl haircut I had throughout my childhood. But, just the other night, I was getting ready for bed and caught sight of myself in the mirror and thought, "Damn! That's a great haircut! You rock that fringe as much as Louise Brooks and Pulp Fiction-era Uma

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"Good Morning!"It's probably a sign of a relationship coming to an end, just through the attrition of time and familiarity, when a colleague greeted me this morning with a smile and a cheery"Good morning! Hope you had a good weekend, happy new year to you!"And all I could think of saying in reply was:"Oh, go fuck yourself."Time to leave, before I actually start saying these things out loud,

Hypatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16319098247064658178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808870.post-32944772280675953102007-01-30T09:40:00.000Z2007-01-30T10:37:39.885Z

Hipsterist I'm officially in with the in-crowd. Come and visit me and my cool friends. I'm also a food geek. I've been experimenting with non-cheese cheese and have attempted to make raw flapjacks this week. I've been thinking about the food writing that I want to do (and who I want my food writing to be read by) and have decided that the only way to develop the way I want to develop is to try

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"Just try to relax. This might feel a bit odd..."I've had a very busy but very productive Monday in the office, which is very rare. Still, I've just had a weekend of activity and productivity so I'm hoping this streak of energy for Getting Things Done continues. Hard to believe that only a week ago, my Monday was like this:I went to work and had a fairly productive morningHad lunch and brushed my

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Falling Asleep on the Train Will Be Very Different This TimeWhile Prandial ponders the heavy footfall of his carbon tread upon this earth, I'm congratulating myself on having undertaken a flight-free five day solo tour of the south coast of England last August which took me from Lyme Regis in Dorset to Bridport, West Bay, Dorchester, Winchester and Brighton. I took lots of pictures. There were

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For The Archives: Saturday 28 October 2006 DwarfedOriginally uploaded by Hazel Tsoi. Myself, husband and brother went along to the China Power Station exhibition at Battersea Power Station. The queue was long because entry was staggered even though we had booked tickets in advance, it was cold and dark by the time we went in, the artworks were mainly uninteresting video installations, we got

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"Why do you go to Bognor Regis with all your friends? What's so exciting about that place?"On Tuesday night, we met for coffee after work and sat back against the café's drooping leather sofa, unwinding together with plenty of laughter and contented sighing from our long day apart from one another. Idle chatter had us roaming from Seinfeld quotes to plans for the New Year to the happy memory of

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"There's just too many of them! I look away, I look back and there's more..."We got a new oven recently.Our flat is very small.We have lots of books.Neither the old oven or the new oven could be moved through the corridor because our bookcases narrowed the path by too much.So we moved about a third of our books off the shelves, moved the bookcases and hoped for the best.In the picture you can see

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"I wanted to take you somewhere special. It's just through here, through this door..."My friend G, who has come from Tokyo to London for a bit of work with MTV Europe, arranged to meet me last Thursday and I was stumped as to where to take her. It just so happens that the folks who brought us the fantastic Tropicana under London Bridge are now using their extraordinary space as a bar. And so we

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"Top 10 Influential UK Blogs: No. 8 - Londonist"A good piece of news: Londonist is in the top ten list of most influential UK blogs. It means a lot to me that we're considered one of the most influential blogs, by Technorati, no less - not best designed or funniest or quirkiest, but instead, its a matter of influence and effect. What we say on the site really sticks and we seem to be used as a

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"I need to sit down. I'm bored now. Can we stop? I'd like a coffee. That's it. I'm going home."I did it again - and one minute faster than last year. My Londonist opponent and his wife were running against me, representing south of the Thames (the bad side of town) and managed to cross the line two minutes before I dragged myself, whining and wheezing over the finish. I was faster this year but I

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"I think you're missing the point... you're supposed to be wearing clothes"I've been applying for new jobs and therefore procrastinating by spending a lot of time on the internet, surfing for movie spoilers (I'm not about to watch Right At Your Door but the promise of a massive, cunning twist at the end sent me scurrying around various movie spoiler sites. Gaaaad, am I glad I didn't bother with

Hypatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16319098247064658178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808870.post-1159282931317573822006-09-26T14:30:00.000Z2006-11-14T16:42:45.678Z

"So. Farewell thenYou were the Theatre Museum"I've started something I don't want to finish over at Londonist regarding the decision to close the Theatre Museum. I've not visited the Theatre Museum in years and can't think of anyone who has been at all. I wouldn't make a special trip to go there as I'd rather be doing something else in Covent Garden, like have a nice dinner with friends or go on

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"See you in six months."Said goodbye to my flatmate this morning who is leaving for 6 months in Afghanistan. His diplomatic passport came through the post in super-super special packaging and he's bought himself an electric coffeepot and a sleeping bag that can fit into a sock. That's it. Farewell. Until you come home, we'll look after your post and make sure no one squats in your room, keep an

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"I gave them a sword..."Another amazing night at the theatre, in a series of amazing nights at the theatre. First Fuerzabruta (more on this later) and now... Frost Nixon. Not only was I lucky enough to see My Favourite Actor Michael Sheen "do" David Frost, I was also privileged to see Frank Llangella play Nixon. This was acting of the highest quality - Llangella had the awkward Nixon hunch and

Hypatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16319098247064658178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808870.post-1154962788654299232006-08-07T14:55:00.000Z2006-11-14T16:42:44.958Z

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } DSCF0199, originally uploaded by Hazel Tsoi. The approach to our suite at the Morgan Hotel in Dublin. The place is so sexy they have to keep the lights low.

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"If I was that way inclined, I would love to sleep with your wife." As said to my husband, in my presence. All three parties involved are still trying to decide what we should make of that.Meanwhile, I'm in the midst of planning a solo tour of England's South Coast. If get organised, I'll be starting in fossil country, continuing through the World of Thomas Hardy and home of the Bridport Prize,

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"I don't mind if you make him look like Johnny Depp..."Whatever I say about my day job, there is always an element of absurdity and surrealness that keeps things lively.I've just been asked to go into the other room to draw a pirate with an open treasure chest for a training day tomorrow. The pirate and treasure chest visual aid will be the key element in a particularly camp group exercise the

Hypatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16319098247064658178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808870.post-1153320051069683222006-07-19T14:36:00.000Z2006-11-14T16:42:44.483Z

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } We left Fido on his own during our honeymoon and we came back to discover that he had taken over our bedroom and was using it as a secret location for the manufacturing and distribution of pirate DVDs.Pirate DVDs!Oh,

Hypatiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16319098247064658178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808870.post-1150895419792878152006-06-21T12:59:00.000Z2006-11-14T16:42:44.144Z

"I am not me without you." 10 June 2006. A very happy day.

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"15% marsupial." Me: All okay? Will: No, it's all off. Occo was hit by a meteorite. I discovered that I'm ineliegible to marry you because I'm 15% marsupial. My parents have turned into killer robots. The dead are rising. Me: Fack. Well, this is a good time to tell you that I WAS DEAD ALL ALONGPhoto from the incredible knitted minions Flickr set by cakeyvoice here.

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Link Up With MeIt's this kind of link that I like blogs to be about. I'm clearly in the grip of some sort of hysterical displacement therapy as the wedding day approaches and we've got, ooh, nine days to find a substitute venue, make a new menu, place new orders for champagne and somehow let 100 people know that they've all got to go somewhere else.I'm currently obsessed with novelty tights and

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"Cluck Cluck Cluck"My hen night.With an emphasis on Evelyn Waugh-like genteel debauchery. Boys were invited to fit the unconventional format and I went in drag just to make things tidy.It was a Brideshead Revisited afternoon, starting with a champagne tea at the Orangery in Kensington Palace, in my finest approximation of a Sebastian Flyte costume and all others looking devastatingly

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"You wouldn't understand... we do things differently."I speak only in English with my sisters and my brother. I speak only in Cantonese with my parents. My sister is pregnant with her first child and this child will be brought up in France. Like us, the child will speak one language at school and with his friends (French) and another at home with the parents (English). There'll be an extra

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"I am old, I am old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled." - T S EliotI'm 26 today.

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"Thank you so much!"I've just been visited by my lovely Korean girl who did loads of training where I work and who I spent a lot of time with between January and March, taking her through her options as an arts management student in the UK. She came to collect the last of her paperwork that I've been preparing for her to present to her sponsors and for the next lot of training she needs to

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"...because I'm damned if 'I do' and damned if I don't."Am in France. Have been shopping for outrageous underwear, cheese, pigs' ears and Asterix crisps with both sisters - one is pregnant, the other isn't. Both are very happy with their current status, as am I. It's hot and sunny here, we've been relaxing and just hanging out togehter and we're learning a lot about each other as we stay in this

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"It sounds like it could be a really good book but the way you describe it makes it seem a bit... 3 for 2." This was, apparently, an unbelievably harsh criticism of The Time Traveller's Wife, which I bought but haven't read yet. On checking the cover of the book, I did indeed buy it as part of a 3 for 2 offer, which means to me an okay book but so terribly common. Maybe I'm just spending too much

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Oh, look! What fun: bloggers talking about blogging but not on their blogs. Come along to the Apple Store this Wednesday where the best of blogland will be gathered to talk about what we do and why.Then go home and blog about it afterwards - because that's what everyone else is going to do. Bring your iPod in its best hoodie and the evening will be complete.I shall be there in my role as

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"Claude Lamothe"My nine year music mystery has finally, finally, finally been solved. For nine years I have been haunted by haunting cello music. For nine years, I have brought out on occasion a rattling old unlabelled cassette tape, blown the dust off its brittle plastic case and played the music on it with a certain reverence. Cellos. Sounding like trains. Doing things that I have never heard

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"My name is Hypatia and I'm hopelessly addicted to Flickr"K says: you don't get zoom as you'd imagine on digicams, unless you buy the slr cameras that look like old conventional cameras so that the pros still feel like a breed apart H says: I think that's the only reason why SLRs are so expensive - to make the old analogue professionals feel like they still have an edge over the camera phone

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The Red DressI always saw, I always saidIf I were grown and free,I'd have a gown of reddest redAs fine as you could see,To wear out walking, sleek and slow,Upon a Summer day,And there'd be one to see me soAnd flip the world away.And he would be a gallant one,With stars behind his eyes,And hair like metal in the sun,And lips too warm for lies.I always saw us, gay and good,High honored in the

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"Well, whaddya know?"So, I went away for a few days to enjoy some new theatre, see old friends, make new friends, admire hats and play games. While running around between hangovers, I was trying my best to find the ultimate dress, with no success.I come home dress-less, and discover a new shop has opened on the street where I live, taking up the spot that has been unoccupied for over five

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"Usted esta acqui"Hurrying back from a meeting this afternoon through the rain, got stopped by an elderly couple, obviously lost. They thrust a map at me, damp and much consulted and pointed to where they wanted to go. Realised they were muttering in Spanish between themselves and I leapt at the chance to be (quite) useful."Usted esta acqui. Izquierda, derecha. Vale?"They were distinctly less

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"When shall we three meet again? In London, Nantes or... I dunno, outside Burger King at about 1pm?" There's something significant about three sisters. Chekhov, Shakespeare and Woody Allen have all grasped the potency of putting three women together in sibling rivalry, sibling support and three-way gossip-mongering. Sisterhood is a special bond (and I'm not talking about the icky "sistahood"

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The Madrileno ReturnsWednesday , 22nd February, 20068.30am Arrive at work8.30pm Leave work9.15pm Dinner with Taxloss, lots of red wine. Go home and fall asleep on sofa for unexpectedly long amount of time.Thursday, 23rd February, 20062.00am Finish packing. Lie down. Check alarm clock. Pass out.6.00am Alarm clock starts beeping. Turn it off, turn over, go back to sleep.6.30am Panic, get out of bed

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Kneehigh Nights at the CircusFinally, I have seen a show by Kneehigh! Their latest, at the Lyric Hammersmith, was an adaptation of the Angela Carter novel, Nights at the Circus It was brilliant. The Lyric is hideous and too well-blended into its shopping centre suroundings to be attractive or inspiring. But once inside the auditorium , it's a Victorian music hall fantasy with red velvet seats,

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Official: the cheesiest speed-dating... ever! The UK Online Winter LodgeI've been invited to the opening night and suspect it will either bea) a crappy Hoxton cocktail bar with loads of cheap pine cladding stuck on the interior walls and around the big screen TVs normally reserved for screenings of shite short independent films made by the barman's sister-law who couldn't get a place at St

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Hypatia Avenue: Ticking Every BoxI had to organise and set up a one day course today. Out of the twenty people I had in the room, there were:Two profoundly deaf people with accompanying sign language interpretersOne person with shortened arms possibly due to ThalidomideOne person with a wheat and dairy-free dietOne veganOne person with only one armOne Korean with limited EnglishAt least two gay

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The 2005 Round-UpFive weddings - church, Bangladeshi, countryhouse, hotel then restaurant, eating-dancing-speeches-drinking in DulwichWent abroad twice: to Venice in March and Madrid in JulyDid not smokeRan 10km in 1 hour and 6 minutes in the Nike Run in OctoberHad minor cosmetic surgeryWent fishing in the sea for the first time with my family and almost-in-lawsBought four pairs of

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"Thorn in my side..."...that's all the Eurythmics Ultimate Collection ever was.I ordered my body weight in Post-It notes at work a few weeks ago and was given an Amazon voucher as a reward. It wasn't a very big Amazon voucher and it didn't seem very useful at first. But then I developed a strange and compelling urge to own the Eurythmics Ultimate Collection which had been touted endlessly on TV,

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"My Perfect Saturday"I've been asked by Londonist what my perfect Sunday would be - it took some thought but I think I've nailed it. And as for my perfect Saturday? Well, it would be an almost exact duplication of the most recent Saturday I spent with Taxloss...Got up late. Sat around in the kitchen with the Flatmate, eating cold leftover pasta, reading the papers and Private Eye, chatting idly

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