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 THERE are two basic reasons why I believe this: 1) my good friend Flynn has not only bought an Apple product in the shape of an iFad, he’s also started a blog, and b) I bought some Microsoft stuff today.
I didn’t mean to buy anything, honest. But as my mum would say, a bloody idiot and his debit card are soon parted and let’s face it, dear reader(s), I am that bloody idiot. So there I was wandering around the keyboard and mice aisle of Best Buy when I spotted these:
(They obviously weren’t in my kitchen at the time.) Now, since […]
AS THE bottom corners were coming unstuck I liberated this one from outside the office and it’s now decorating the centre pages of my Moleskine notebook. It’s just a shame I can’t get the Old Chola sticker off as it appears to be spot welded to the […]
AFTER months of reading other books in my seemingly ever-growing collection, I finally got around to picking up Matt Weinstock’s My L.A. the other day. I discovered it in an OC “antiques” shop a couple of years ago and had to hide it because I was on one of my periodical book-buying bans, I’d been looking forward to reading this 1947 book about old school LA.
Weinstock was a columnist for the L.A. Daily News, and I was hoping My L.A. would be along the lines of HV Morton’s The Heart of London, a 1928 collection of essays about the city that […]
TAKE this World War II hand grenade, for example. (The police did). I mean, there you are calmly sorting through another box of Ev’s nan’s stuff when all of a sudden you’re holding a piece of live ordnance in your hand and wondering if you’re going to make it to that dinner reservation.
Our foraging was put on hold while the police were called, and then the lone Orange County Sheriff who came out had to call a colleague to deal with the grenade. What would he do? Shoot it? Send in the bomb-disposal robot? Evacuate the area? No. He walked over, […]
BASKETBALL player at sunset, San Pedro, January […]
GOLDFINGER! He’s the man, the man with the golden gun… no, wait, that’s not right. After reading Moonraker in one night I got my taste for Bond books back and have since read six more: Goldfinger, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Live And Let Die, Casino Royale, Doctor No and Diamonds Are Forever. Each of the six vary in quality and all have some surprises up their sleeves. Goldfinger is one of my favourite Bond movies, mostly for Gert Fröbe’s performance as the titular character and his most famous and quotable scene:
Unfortunately, as […]
IN WHAT can only be described as a totally rational plan and in no way a blatant cash grab, our benevolent overlords who are running the City of Long Beach* have instituted — drumroll please — a cat licensing scheme.
According to the load of bullshit FAQ on the city’s website, licensing the little sods is necessary as a “rabies control measure”. Rabies? What is this, the Dark Ages? This stinks more than an Emric turd in the bathroom sink. Then again I guess Long Beach has to find a way of clawing back the $10 million it just threw at Naples Island (median house price: […]
YOU’D have to go out of your way to come across Berth 55 by accident. Hidden away among the docks and cranes of the Port of Long Beach, we only found out about it through a friend of Ev’s. So we had to go check it out.
It’s pretty basic and the dining area is a bunch of plastic benches overlooking a dock but there’s loads of fresh seafood on offer at pretty good prices. The guy serving us was friendly and helpful and recommended some dishes. Ev went for salmon, barbecue shrimp and fries, I got swordfish with shrimp and rice, […]
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