Monday 16 December 2013

3 Peugeot Household

Gave some thought to the fourth and final illuminated sign for my night-scene street.

So far I've 3 signs lined up for fitting to the gantry.

Twisting 10 cm lengths of electro-luminescent wire into letter shapes is not easy. Also, the resultant words should be French and night-clubby in feel.

Whilst out cycling this morning a possibility came to me - "Co Co" as in Coco Chanel.

Haven't had much time today but started experimenting with twisting the wires to shape.

As you can see, 10 cm doesn't go very far.

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In preparation for my impending maracas lesson, I purchased a pair today for £15 from The Drum Shop in Blackie Street, Glasgow.

Rather annoyingly, it wasn't a case of balancing quality and price.

The really expensive pair turned out to be more fragile in construction than the cheaper ones - prone to distortion in both heat and the damp. But the more expensive pair were made up of a female and a male component - the one being more highly pitched than the other. That sounded like an advantage. So pros and cons.

Took a guess (as per usual) and bought a cheaper pair. But even then there was confusion because there were 2 models from the same company both priced at £15 - one labelled 'professional' and the other not.

The 'professional' pair were very bright yellow and I thought sounded cruder in sound than the non-professional pair which came in black. But what do I know. I got the black pair.

Depressingly, when the shop assistant shook the things a really delightful rhythm filled the shop. All that I could produce when I shook them was an unstructured rattling noise suggestive of someone spilling a bag of dried peas on the floor. Obviously more difficult than it seems.

Let's hope that the lessons change all that.

In the mean time continuing with my Samba indoctrination by listening to Cartola.

Cartola as a young lad.
Last night's dinner:

What promised much, descended into potential disaster and then came right in the end.

Firstly, despite roasting them in the oven for 45 minutes, the damn skins wouldn't come off the peppers. That trick usually works without any bother.

Secondly, the aubergines which I halved and also put in the oven with a view to scooping out the flesh and then filling the skins with the various ingredients refused point blank to soften.

Thirdly, the very expensive bottled Tuna - not the usual Tuna but the small white version of the fish which is caught by rods and, in this case, brought back from Madrid by my Spanish friend - stank on opening. The stink is probably OK for most folk but I have never liked the smell of either tinned salmon or tinned tuna and that was the smell.

So, I found a marinade in larder which sounded awful - sweet chili and Brazilian lime - and drenched the Tuna with it in the hope that two wrongs would make a right.

Instead of serving the ingredients in the aubergine skins, resorted to boiled rice. And, the result was absolutely excellent! The Tuna had a sumptuous texture.

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As well as my excellent 1980s Peugeot cycle, I realised that our salt and pepper grinders are also made by Peugeot.

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