¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦ 14:24 hrs on Saturday afternoon, 24th July. Strange weather outside. Periods of heat compressed beneath stormy clouds rising up like castles within the grey murk above, occasional glimpses of blue sky and moments of golden sunshine, because a cold breeze stirs up and makes you shiver.
Listening to King Swamp on vinyl, fragmentary nostalgia to my final summer living in Newcastle, age 20/21, in the fantastic shared house experience of 54 Osborne Avenue, in Jesmond.
Had a lie-in this morning. Out the house and in town by 9 A.M. Parked up by the harbour-side. Everything quiet. Almost nobody around. Perfect. Did my 3 mile circuit… thinking through the final scenes of the plot map for Living in Flames, visualising the characters, the locations, the motives on each side for being there, exploring the conflicts of interests and points were allegiances could be formed. And then trying to map these into a workable narrative.
I found a real groove of walking and thinking. Ended up doing the circuit three times. 9 miles.
900 calories. Yipee. Means I can eat what the heck I want this weekend. Good job as I’ve got another foody weekend lined up.
Right now downstairs is awash with the intense mouth-watering smells of a Texas beef chilli. Took me an hour to prep it and get it all into the slow cooker. It’s going to take 8 hours before it’s ready to eat. Damn! *smiles* So going downstairs is near torture… the smells making you hungry hungry hungry. There 1.5 KG of chuck roast (braising steak) in there, chopped into small chunks, browned in olive oil with onions and garlic, then chilli powder and cumin stirred it, cooked for another couple minutes to get the flavours in… then add chopped tomatoes, chopped chillies, dark beer and beef stock, and a load of red kidney beans. MMmmmmmmMMmmmm. MMmmmmmm.
I reckon by time tonight comes round I’m going to be starving. In anticipation of this I’ve bought a ton of different cheeses and a bottle of tawny port. An early evening appetiser. Jo’s away for the weekend but Sharky Bones McCoy is back from Spain, riding a euphoria wave having scored a job there. He’s here for another week or so before heading back Spain side to start work after being unemployed for 18 months!!!
Last night we had dinner at the divine Bordeaux Quay restaurant to celebrate Kelvin’s good news. Amazing food and impeccable service.
So my weekend is already laid out in front of me.
An afternoon up here, going mental with the smells of Texas Chilli Beef drifting up stairs, brewing large pots of tea in granny style, and pushing on the mapping out Living in Flames and reviewing / editing Dog Eat Dog.
I might do a quick blast into town to recharge my brain with coffee and maybe another 3 miles walking? See how the day goes.
Poirot’s on at 6 pm or so. That’ll be when I crack open the port and fix a cheese board to sit with in the living room.