Friday, 6 March 2009
The EP bar.
Right on the joining corner of Curtain Road and Old street, the place is a casual South American cocktail bar. Prics are cheap and the quality of the drinks is often surprising.
The Scolt head.
The setting is authentic, and the vivid ambience sounds like a painting of a provencal garden as a paved alley leads to an old front door. The place is halved by the counter where a shiny blonde is drying wine glasses. Wrinkled leathered sofas are disseminated over the place until a large entrance which seems to be restaurant room. I move furtively to the closest divan, the one with the biggest pile of newspaper. The menu is appealing mainly composed of various fish dishes. Prices are common for this place full of character.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
A flight over a crow's nest.
- February 29th -
Ah, here we are again. After a long time without a decent thing to write...I do not mean that these past days have not been creative, as they were. Some say that the time to digest is always the most important as to be able to transmit content.
I have done a few things, through the maze of "Zeebigcity", and some quite interesting ones. As I am fond of various sorts of events, gauging my purse to make sure it will follow, I sunk my teeth to another restless week-end. Food as a starter, music as main, all senses were involved.
Glamorous time when the sun is out, the terrace of the Scolt Head fronts east, surrounded by trees. Nice ales and nice food. Oh...Well. Nice place.
After a long struggle to leave my cosy sofa, I head back to the Tube to digest my lunch. Almost asleep when my stop is announced (though it's often like that!), a quick check to the time reminds me tea time. Although fond of Earl Grey but without milk, Cocktail's time rings. Once out of Old Street station, I decide to go to the Ep Bar where I have rarely seen south american's cocktails so cheap...
No time to rest and I fly to the Cross Kings which is holding the launch of the Post Apocalypse night. In crave for a nice bit of experimental sound, the party was four quids and worth it.
Trendies were playing on child drum's kit singing the bliss of squirrels, when celtic harps were covering a few of well-known English's opus such as the Smiths.
But as good time always ends, I had to go back home missing the favorite band interview... The next performance will be on the 5th of April. Same place...
Ah, here we are again. After a long time without a decent thing to write...I do not mean that these past days have not been creative, as they were. Some say that the time to digest is always the most important as to be able to transmit content.
I have done a few things, through the maze of "Zeebigcity", and some quite interesting ones. As I am fond of various sorts of events, gauging my purse to make sure it will follow, I sunk my teeth to another restless week-end. Food as a starter, music as main, all senses were involved.
Glamorous time when the sun is out, the terrace of the Scolt Head fronts east, surrounded by trees. Nice ales and nice food. Oh...Well. Nice place.
After a long struggle to leave my cosy sofa, I head back to the Tube to digest my lunch. Almost asleep when my stop is announced (though it's often like that!), a quick check to the time reminds me tea time. Although fond of Earl Grey but without milk, Cocktail's time rings. Once out of Old Street station, I decide to go to the Ep Bar where I have rarely seen south american's cocktails so cheap...
No time to rest and I fly to the Cross Kings which is holding the launch of the Post Apocalypse night. In crave for a nice bit of experimental sound, the party was four quids and worth it.
Trendies were playing on child drum's kit singing the bliss of squirrels, when celtic harps were covering a few of well-known English's opus such as the Smiths.
But as good time always ends, I had to go back home missing the favorite band interview... The next performance will be on the 5th of April. Same place...
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