Compliment Confusion

I was strolling through one of those pop-up markets that appear in posh places (like Islington).

Very dangerous business indeed. Especially if you have a bit of cash jingling in your pockets. Nothing like a market to fleece you off it.

A lady at a stall said she loved my hat, and in a moment of compliment-haze-madness I was conned into buying one of her £8 bags of home-made hot chocolate.

£8.00

Fuck.

Imagine if every time someone paid me a compliment I handed over cash. What a dolt.

This better be the best frikkin hot chocolate I’ve ever had.

I’ll report back when I’ve tried it.

BTW: I have a MASSIVE backlog of images I havent uploaded (since August. Christ).

I know my 2.5 readers of this blog will be more than keen to wade through all those.

Sorting out the Barbara Cartlands

Sorting out the Barbara Cartlands

Sorting out the Barbara Cartlands

Sorting out the Barbara Cartlands

99.9% Real Gold Foil Cards! Bling Bling!

99.9% Real Gold Foil Cards! Bling Bling!

Ace King Queen.The ex got this back from the Punj. I didn’t realise they were real and I then spent 2 hours obsessing about it.

Ace King Queen.The ex got this back from the Punj. I didn’t realise they were real and I then spent 2 hours obsessing about it.

Joker. These come in a lovely wooden and felted box with the certificate in a pocket below. Plush! Why didn’t Bond use these in Casino Royale?

Joker. These come in a lovely wooden and felted box with the certificate in a pocket below. Plush! Why didn’t Bond use these in Casino Royale?

Authentic! Blew my mind a little.

Authentic! Blew my mind a little.

V. Important Monday Morning Meeting Notes

V. Important Monday Morning Meeting Notes

The only photo I have of the stylish hat (Xmas gift from the ex)

The only photo I have of the stylish hat (Xmas gift from the ex)

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18 thoughts on “Compliment Confusion

  1. Imma the 1/2 reader. I am so curious about this ex of yours, who is like a perpetual fixture on your textual trails. Won’t we see him painted sometimes? Taiwan has such weird ass stuff. They had these soaps in the likeness of Spongebob Squarepants the last I went there. 150 Taiwanese dollars for each. Ridiculous. I love these bling playing deck though, instant rich feel they give, no? I wants them, my precioussss. And yes, your 1/2 reader really misses your illustrations. Bling them on I say!

    • Well I made a decision that the ex would be the ‘Marris’ of this blog. Interspersed but never conclusively identified.
      (Frasier refe: Niles wife Marris is only heard of or mentioned, but never seen)

      These bling decks are awesome. i”m in love with it.

      Illustrations are all here http://www.janineshroff.co.uk and previous 2 posts too

  2. £8 is a lot of cabbage for some chocolate! Hopefully it was worth it. Also, that is a fantastic hat…

    As one of your readers I would also like to see the backlog of images! (Are there more and different images than on your other site?)

    I too was confused (empathetically worried?) that you were living with “your ex” and that she was grumpy with you often because, well, she was your ex and you aren’t together, but were somehow forced to continue to live with one another because of the horribly high rent in London. (I had concocted a dramatic scenario in my mind for what was happening– possibly because I myself have lived out that very scenario in other expensive US cities?)

    Anyway, I was happily surprised the other morning when I read your explanation of why the ex is called the ex! At one point before I read this I had even wondered, “Do British people call their exclusive partners their ‘exes’? Why would they do that? Who are the British, really?” : )

    • Hahaha I confess that, this kind of confusion I have happily perpetuated on the blog, but I did explain it on the side links, eventually. The ex is grumpy with me occasionally, mostly because I’m throughly incompetent in most spheres of life. Also I rarely report the ex’s good bits because I think that would be dull to write/read about.

      Although I should clarify that I am not British. Not yet anyway. I still haven’t totally fallen in love with British food or weather. I don’t think I ever will.

      The backlog of images is mostly photos with my relatively new camera as opposed to my phone, although I have lots of old illustration work I’ve considered putting up only not sure where and the photos are lousy. (some of the work is different) So I havent yet. Might do it when I go home and take better photos of some of my old book art work.

      • You’re hilarious– I love that you perpetuate confusion around the ex. : ) Also, I didn’t mean to assume that you were British. Can I ask from where you hail? Mmmm… grey skies and mash… What’s not to love about that?

        • From sunny Bombay. Thats also where my cat luigi lives.
          I say my cat, but he’s his own cat. He just lives with us and grows fat and lush.

          I dont mind a good mash, but all those pies and stodge. Yuck.

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