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New Favourite London Haunt: Duck Soup
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Duck Soup via (title unknown) by Niamh on 11/10/11
It’s time for a little break from my Croatia adventures and a little
bit on London. I thought that I would tell you about where I have been
spending a lot of my time there: Ducksoup.
Ducksoup is a new London restaurant on Dean St in Soho. Frankly, if you
haven’t heard of it by now, you must be living under a rock. Soho is so
exciting right now, with new resaurants that have character, great food
and drinks. A perfect antidote to depressing chains, Koya (opened last
year-ish) is a favourite, Ducksoup is of the same ilk. Relaxed,
deceptively simple with attention to detail in every aspect, and very
reasonably priced it has natually proved very popular already.
Quail with Burnt Tomato
Chef, Julian Biggs, ex head chef at Hix amongst others, serves up a
handwritten menu of full flavoured food, updated daily on their tumblr
and twitter. A record player plays vinyl in the background (I have
heard that you can bring your own), the atmosphere is fun and buzzy,
and the (natural) wine list is updated frequently and is very good.
Plates are priced at £3.50 for a snack size, £7 for a small plate (e.g.
the quail) and £14 for large dishes like fritto misto or lamb chops.
Chickpea, parmesan and bread soup - delicious and a bargain at £3.50
Food highlights were the fritto misto with incredibly fresh, bouncy
squid sticking in my memory; quail (twice) once with burnt lemon and
harissa and another time with burnt tomato; bright orange, sweet and
rich violina pumpkin with sharp creamy goats curd, chopped hanger steak
and toast.
Violina Pumpkin with Goats Curd
Natural wines are the wines on offer here. Natural wines, if you don’t
know, are wines that have no chemicals (bar a little sulphur in bottle
as a preservative), ferment with the natural yeasts of the grape, and
have had little interference. Some winemakers follow the lunar cycle,
others apply more intense biodynamic techniques, but the common
denominator is that there is no gunk in them. Now that can only be a
good thing, right? They taste good too. A world away from the generic
wines on offer in most supermarkets. People say they are hangover free
but I have drank too much of several to prove otherwise. I do still
love them though. All wines are available by the glass and for the
quality, are extremely reasonable.
I could go on. But I’ll save you that and just recommend that you go
there. Save a seat for me though! I have been four times (I told you I
liked it) and the last few times, it has been so busy, and deservedly
so. I am sure that you will like it as much as I do.
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Had to write something about the #riot ….
I was brought up on a small island between tottenham hale and seven sisters.
Now i say island because it was enclosed by a road and a railway track and to me it always felt like a little gated community and that the people there were a little bit nicer than the rest of tottenham.
So when people say to me “you know what its like there you grew up there” i kinda want to say no i don’t… But even living in this little island i still went to school in a shithole and had friends and family off my little island so i definitely do… Having a knife held to my throat for a yoyo is a memory that pops up when i think of the bad things…
But ultimately the people in tottenham are good people.
Most of them work if they can do and most of them are genuine people with ambitions and dreams… Unless they are under 25… If they are under 25 then they could be part of the still minority that are more concerned with the trainers on their feet and how young they fucked their first sket (young woman) than they are about finding work or becoming a decent member of society.
I know this because i can name half a dozen people from my class in school that if they had seen their granny had more money than them they would take the money and rape her and come back every fortnight for her pension..
These people (race isn’t a factor btw) have no respect for anything but their own possessions. They don’t care that the small store they just ransacked for a lifetime supply of redbull will never recover from this and that another small business owner will defult on his loans and the banks will become even less likely to lend to small startups because it isn’t worth paying insurance premiums that are more than you could make in a year…
They don’t care about anyone not even themselves. They are the scum of the earth and should be treated so.
If you want proof that this is organised and being done for profit watch the news reports and look out for anyone without a balaclava on. They all have handsfree kits and/or shortwave radio’s that they stole on saturday. This is not an arab spring this is organised crime nothing more nothing less. Al Capone would have been proud of this idea….
Amy Amy Amy….
i met a 23 yr old Amy Winehouse on August 23rd 2007. she floated through the lobby of my hotel staring at her husband Blake like he was god. she was in love… a deep heavy love…. if carlsberg made love this was it… but like carlsberg when she had too much it messed with her head and ruined her body…. her utter infatuation with him was not returned. in the three days i spent with these two i saw everything go from a young couple in love to a drug riddled frail tired looking woman grasping onto a love that was long gone…
i do not blame Blake for Amy’s state but he is the key to why she is there.
When she fell in love she fell really hard which was the key to her writing. but before when she had her heart broken she would write and sing but because of the people and money she had around her this time she turned to drugs and never recovered….
we should think of her family who did everything they could to help her but they say when someone has there heart broken they have nothing to live for and this seems to have come to fruition in Amy’s case.
we will never know why she did it and her legend wouldn’t be that if we did.
i could say more about some of the things i saw over those three days but i dont think that needs to be said. i will say that everything you have read about Blake is true and most of the things you have read about Amy is true. but Amy was a good person doing everything she could for love and that can never be judged.
A.
on third cup of tea and its not even 8am….
this is gonna be a long arse day
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt
without being charming. This is a fault."
without being charming. This is a fault."
Oscar Wilde: a picture of Dorian Gray
Joe Budden with a bloody emotional song. see lyrics below…
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig’ my 2 way, ig’ the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y’all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Look, now ‘is a couple dudes that don’t wanna see me poppin’
They sarcastically ask me ‘when your CD’s droppin’
Gotta keep my game face
They don’t leave me no options
Can’t lose my cool I know the streets keep watchin’
Dudes wanna see me lose it all
But I ain’t come this far to fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
I ain’t come this far to fall
And I ain’t gotta walk around with my clip and nine
A real nigga just open his coat to me and said his is mine
He said call him with his problems
But he don’t know that there’s always problems, it only gets worse
Like, some dudes get threatened they can’t stop me
So all they do is threaten to pop me
But go and get your weapon and cock, G
See it’s real here, I dun been up and down the block all week and I’m still here
Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at
Gangsta’s, gorillas, damoo’s and locs at,
Where the bricks, where the dick, where the X, where the morphene be,
Take the turnpike to 4TP (?)
But now it’s back to this pussy dude threatenin’ to hurt me
I didn’t know all of this came with reppin’ Jersey
But now it’s no secret
If the thought of jump off doin it makes you so heated nigga so be it
But certain beef will be handeled if you’re special
Only marble in the crib, is the handle on his special
My guns in the hood
I can’t run from the hood
Nigga my sons in the hood
That should tell you what’s what
Soon as I feel good you retards remind me
But son, it ain’t hard to find me
I’m at ringside any time the fights on
And I’m in the big black truck with the carolina lights on
Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway
I’m in the strip club almost every Friday
Kats is cornballs
Y’all dudes is bitches
Like I ain’t got enough problems with this music business
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig’ my 2 way, ig’ the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y’all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Some days I don’t wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father (damn)
Some days I just miss my father
Some days I wanna relapse on redline
Cuz he’ll be gone for 26 months fed time
I try to maintain through all this
And pray to god pop keep the same clean date and 4 dicks
My pockets flat kid
You do the math on $5.15 an hour full time after taxes
That wasn’t good enough to keep my MO
Shit that wasn’t good enough to complete my demo, for real
Some days I don’t wanna be seen
And some days I don’t shower, I don’t wanna be clean
Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you
So I blow my cig smoke right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don’t wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It wont be parole y’all, it be the half way house but NAH
That’s not the right path for a Budden
Cuz we’re addicts, addicts can’t do half of nothin’
Some days I’m reachin for the thing in the dresser
Some days I’m not invincible and I feel the pressure
Like if everyone’s dependin on me, and I just stop
…
Then what the fuck happens?
I can’t take that route and girl out
And sometimes I don’t wanna hear my girls mouth ‘cause
My hectic schedule, she ain’t considerate
So all I hear is the complaints and bickerin
Radio’s, studio’s, photo shoot’s
She think I’m fuckin every girl that say I’m oh so cute, cute
Don’t appreciate a man and you lose him
Worst thing to do to an innocent man is accuse him
And I ain’t with beefin’ with home’s
Bran Nubian style, I had to love ma’ but leave her alone
It ain’t workin out, I’ll see you aight
Just let go and let God see if we reunite
Cuz with yo shit added to the dudes that wanna see me fall
Nah, fuck it I wont fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
I ain’t come this far to fall, fall
But listen, I’m fucked up now
Don’t ask why y’all
Sometimes the best medicine is just to cry y’all
Know what I’m sayin?
Excuse my voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I’m sayin
Cuz it’s these type of thoughts that’ll kill ya
If you smokin’ with me right now, then you a good way from the filter
And I wont front like I ain’t stressin’
Sometimes I need a hug, real shit, pain shit is pain lesson (nigga)
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig’ my 2 way, ig’ the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y’all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig’ my 2 way, ig’ the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That’s all the time I really need to enjoy my bone
If you sparked when the song was beginnin at that time
Then your stoge should be endin with mine
And to you know who…
Ma, I never saw me being with you
But sometimes y’all dreams come true
I’m like your number one fan
Damn, I ain’t think Joe would see you
You’s a fantasy
I wasn’t supposed to meet you, NAH
Chances of that were so unlikely
And if we did meet, you wasn’t supposed to like me
But look, I rap now and it just so happens
God put me in a spot where that was just so happenin, see
She had a man, I had a girl
I broke up with mine and around that same time
We was hangin out she never laid a hand on me
But I could tell from the way she glanced at me
Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me
And it would go down but I got my man with me
Lord how can it be?
You know I never been the dude to come and break up a happy family
And these 2 looked so happy on the outside
They could’ve only been happy on the outside
We eventually started creepin’
But for me it’s just sex
For her it’s cheatin’
It went down, one time, two times, once more
Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped off
I’m in deep y’all she’s more than a jump off
We both catchin’ feelins, both startin to want more
But guess what, she can’t leave him
Maybe it’s somethin’ I don’t know about, maybe she needs him
Means I still gotta front like we ain’t sleepin’
Still gotta shake his hand, I still gotta see him
How’s he supposed to look, supposed to feel for me
He gotta know I’m feelin you, and you feelin me
How am I supposed to look at that man with respect
With Bleek singin ‘Is That Your Chick In My Head’
Dru Hill - ‘Somebody Sleepin In My Bed’
Aaliyah - ‘If Your Girl Only Knew’ reversed, but look
Here’s why I’m down and out
I’m kinda worried y’all
I ain’t heard from him much since he found out
?? it wasn’t mine y’all, she’s still in the brain
And I know wherever she’s at, she’s feelin’ the same
So ‘till my fantasy dame pop up
Everytime the cell rings I’m prayin that her name pop up, for real
I know y’all, I ain’t supposed to wife her
But it’s God’s fault, I wasn’t supposed to like her
Sometimes I think, why’d I have to meet chick for?
And some times dog, be careful what you wish for
Some times I don’t wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
He’s stuck in the system
Treated like a dude that’s heartless
And they just transfered him, brought him up on new charges
Yeah folks i’m back to that
So I light another one and smoke back to back for real
I’m chain smokin’ if you ain’t on my page, listen
I’m stressed out, hopin’ this one’ll taste different
Dudes hopin’ that I lose it all
I ain’t come this far to fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes wishin that I lose it all
I ain’t come this far to fall
Nah, I wont fall
Hopin that I lose it all
I wont fall, nigga (nah)
Hopin that I lose it all
I ain’t come this far to fall
Nah
Nah, (aint come this)
Some days I don’t wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father (damn)
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig’ my 2 way, ig’ the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y’all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace (peace, peace)
Naughty Jason Atherton.. the pollen street social club is not the first “dessert Bar” in london i believe that honour belongs to Kettner’s? (via Pollen Street Social)
one gorgeous woman who’s name i cant remember and some plonker from oop north..
(via mojitosandblow)
Mainly pictures i have come accross on my travels around the internet. oh and my twitter ends up on here to @atdmeek
