The Modecast between myself and my dear friend Danielle Meder of Final Fashion last night was a great success in that it was actually watched by humans. The greatest reward was in how much we enjoyed ourselves... and how decadent my overconsumption of a 19 year old whisky proved to be, for my behaviour, for my faculties, for my ability to hail transport later on in the night
I'd be remiss if I did not credit the 20-odd friends of ours who tuned in (and some of them are in monogamous relationships, which suggests that we may have approached 30 at our peak); I'm especially impressed by the Britishers who brought themselves to relegate the BBC's showing of Birdsong to iPlayer in order to watch us live instead. I can only hope that they noticed the difference - I have only slightly bigger lips than ol' Ed Redmayne, although Danielle does have prettier hair than the gorgeous Clémence Poésy
Rewatching it, it becomes increasingly apparent that I should note more often the speed at which I knock back single malt drinks. I am currently holding the remaining 50ml in reserve; there's always the threat of nuclear attack somewhere
Judging from the general response to my record reviews here, I suspect that Danielle should continue to select the music for future editions. I'm not hurt, of course
I love Dupioni silk and I never apologise
This is where one can find the Pan African Arts Scotland organisation that was mentioned:
http://www.panafricanartsscotland.org.uk/
Joe Orton and Kenneth Halliwell's defaced library book covers are now dear to the collective heart of the Islington Local History Centre collection
Jamie, whom semi-regular readers may recall from a
private view and a
portrait shoot or
two, returned to the office after the show specifically for another finger or five of whisky. It was good to share Scotch with a genuine Scotsman
I should compliment Danielle more often. Offline, anyway
Finally, I am going to put quite a lot of effort into bourbon research for the sequel. Where does one start with these things?
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