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« Reply #285 on: 19:39:23, 26-10-2008 » |
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Or B&J's with cheese?
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« Reply #286 on: 20:48:36, 26-10-2008 » |
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« Reply #287 on: 20:58:03, 26-10-2008 » |
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« Reply #288 on: 21:06:50, 26-10-2008 » |
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Wouldn't this do?  (I never did understand how it'd taken him 7 years to draw that picture.) Funny you should have mentioned sugar lows, martle. I was attempting to wend my way home at almost exactly the time you posted, not having eaten since dinner last night (except for a banana at some point during the day) and not having been able to sleep either, although I was supine in a dark room for most of the day. I settled for a bar of Bournville dark chocolate in the end, which didn't make me feel as sick as I'd feared it might and more or less sustained me for the bus ride home. I still haven't managed a meal though. Maybe I'll go and toast some bread now. I'm a bit panicky about my recording session on Tuesday.  |
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« Reply #289 on: 21:59:33, 26-10-2008 » |
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Blimey, is it that soon?! Good luck, tinners. But you've got to eat properly. At least get one of your cafe breakfasts under your belt on the day, ok? martlemum  |
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« Reply #290 on: 16:14:33, 27-10-2008 » |
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Indeed, not sugar for me because then it's off on the sugar high and low roller-coaster and that's no fun. God, me too. I had a horrible moment on the way home last night when I realised, half way down the A1, that I was in the beginnings of a huge sugar crash. I had started shaking and couldn't focus on the road properly (I hate driving at night at the best of times, but the headlights were unbearable.) I pulled in to the first service station I could find, but they had nothing but chocolate in this weird Little Chef, where it felt like the middle of the night even though it was about 18.15. I couldn't work out what was open or what to do - my brain just can't deal with anything at all when that happens - I was nearly in tears because the woman I was asking was being so vague. I just wanted to shake her by the collar and shout "give me food damn you!" It turned out that I had the choice of sitting down to a proper meal or chocolate from a little kiosk. So I just had to buy a Boost and hope I didn't crash (in either sense of the word) before I got chance to get home for some proper food. Took me a while to realise what had happened - we only had a bowl of soup for lunch but then a big slice of birthday cake. Mistake. Still took me half an hour snuggled up under a blanket to stop shaking and 'come round' properly. It's the weirdest thing isn't it? As soon as the sugar kicked in I was right as rain. Now trying to resist more chocolate for that 3-4pm low.  |
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« Reply #291 on: 16:47:25, 27-10-2008 » |
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Indeed, not sugar for me because then it's off on the sugar high and low roller-coaster and that's no fun. God, me too. Cripes! That's not so much "you too" as "you too, only much much much much worse", to be fair. The worst I get is the odd end-of-rehearsal grump. Are we all munching more to stave off just-after-end-of-summer-time pre-dinner hunger then? I know I am. Here it's wasabi peas and dried apples. And a slurp of this. Nicely chilled. Very fine.  |
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« Reply #292 on: 19:16:39, 27-10-2008 » |
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Ooh yummy, white port! I had forgotten about it, thanks for the reminder. It goes really well with salty or creamy white cheeses, olives, breadsticks - and wasabi peas I expect.
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« Reply #293 on: 19:26:54, 27-10-2008 » |
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...but I've run out of it now.  I was in the airport in Porto and knew I had to get some kind of port but didn't have the slightest idea which. So I resorted to a little sampler box of five mini-bottles. I hope the other ones are even half as good.  |
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« Reply #294 on: 19:38:10, 27-10-2008 » |
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I take it you didn't make it to the Port Wine Institute? They have a branch in Lisbon too. They're the ones who keep an eye on quality control and declare vintages and such like, but more importantly they have a bar. A lovely, quiet bar with comfy chairs, a terrace and a HUGE port menu, from which you can order all sorts of things by the glass and thereby discover what you like. Very dangerous... and nothing gives you a hangover like port. (Shudder - just remembered a particularly bad one - although it was well worth it!)
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« Reply #295 on: 20:00:24, 27-10-2008 » |
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Alas, my tours tend to be just a day at a time - we were in Porto for three days (had to be, we were playing some pieces together with a local group) and for us that counts as an unusually long time! Our tours tend to back up against each other as well, especially in autumn. I usually just concentrate on getting through the trip in one piece. If I even manage to get enough sleep it's a bonus. Actually making it out of the hotel for reasons other than the gig or the flight out is an absolute luxury.
On the upside, that's a great way to avoid port hangovers.
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« Reply #296 on: 20:09:24, 27-10-2008 » |
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Hmm, that sounds familiar. And I must confess my foray into the formidable menu at the Port Wine Institute was on a holiday, not a tour. I learned what to look for when ducking into a shop or at the airport though - much to the detriment of my Euro purse.
I'm going to be in Ponta Delgada for about a day and a half next week. It's far enough away that we have to fly out the night before. That's dangerous - one could end up with a port hangover the day of the gig if one isn't careful...
At least you made it into the sea on this trip!
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« Reply #297 on: 21:55:09, 27-10-2008 » |
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You know, you two banging on about possibly getting a hangover and whether you can get to that nice little bar and, ooh, having to get up early for a flight to a simply wonderful location (ouch, it hurts) and, ooh, the steps have one or two jagged edges and we only managed to get into the tiny trattoria around the corner at midnight but it was worth it for the fresh seafood ravioli best meal ever etc. and they wheeled out the homemade grappa and it was all really tough with ten rehearsals and two gigs in half a day but don't miss out on the terrace bar or the lovely ways the waiters have with the spoken menu and then having to get up at Oh-My-God-O'clock to go to another sumptuous Euro-Paradise to do the whole thing again... ...makes me rather envious. I know, I know. It's harder than it looks. |
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« Reply #298 on: 21:59:47, 27-10-2008 » |
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I know, I know. It's harder than it looks.
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« Reply #299 on: 22:11:35, 27-10-2008 » |
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You know, you two banging on about possibly getting a hangover and whether you can get to that nice little bar and, ooh, having to get up early for a flight to a simply wonderful location (ouch, it hurts) and, ooh, the steps have one or two jagged edges and we only managed to get into the tiny trattoria around the corner at midnight but it was worth it for the fresh seafood ravioli best meal ever etc. and they wheeled out the homemade grappa and it was all really tough with ten rehearsals and two gigs in half a day but don't miss out on the terrace bar or the lovely ways the waiters have with the spoken menu and then having to get up at Oh-My-God-O'clock to go to another sumptuous Euro-Paradise to do the whole thing again... ...makes me rather envious. I know, I know. It's harder than it looks.Tell me about it. I'm on the European mainland two or three times a month - more often than not in that Euro-paradise the EU district of Brussels, and believe me the novelty wears of and the round of early rising (exacerbated by the time difference), hanging around bluddy airports (thank God for Eurostar) etc does become rather wearing after a while. |
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At every one of these [classical] concerts in England you will find rows of weary people who are there, not because they really like classical music, but because they think they ought to like it. (Shaw, Don Juan in Hell)
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