Things that happened in das Capital. (only not to Marx, but to a skinny English Gal)

Bonjour,

So I went to see the David Shrigley and Jeremy Deller exhibition at the Southbank Centre. After greeting many pairs of oversized artificial wellingtons and headless Ostriches offered by Shrigley, peeking into wall holes to discover enormous snakes and marveling at the brash nature of "stick figures having sex on a car" (who are, as the name suggests, bronze stick figures, at it, on a bonnet), we headed downstairs to Deller. I hadn't heard of Deller before but unlike Shrigley who had nimble, elongated guards, with magically extending legs, who rushed towards you in giant steps if you even looked like you had ever thought that taking a photo was something modern humans enjoy, Deller let you take photos.A lot of his work focused on crazy country traditions and, let me tell you, if like me, you come from a place full of thirteen figured banjo players, you can't help but see the relevance that these small towns have to the world of installation.

Deller left out stamps and embossing machines in order to decorate any paper you had handy. This was rather a challenge, as, after watching one of his exhibits, a 3D film about bats in a darkened room, I was attempting to use the embossing machine, in a vibrant white gallery, whilst almost blind.

Deller recreated a show he put on in the 1990s in his parents house while the were away. This was very unlike previous house parties I have been to, which were more involved with 15 year old girls crying on doorsteps 'cause "Mark doesn't understand our great love." whilst said Mark was being sick in a Bush, but, cest la vie. Other than that, he had some smashing references to The Smiths and an enlightening comparison between Brass Bands and Acid House which I shall imagine next time I'm being forced to sip warm ale whilst a spotty girlfriend-hungry teenager
parps away on a cornet during "enforced family fun time."









 Now for more important things: I MADE BROWNIES here is a picture of my boyfriend eating them:

Ahem, poor Lamb, he does suffer for his art.

We have made videos of Tom eating things to some nice some um........not so nice. It has to be seen to be believed (I mean a lemon with the skin on is an achievement in itself) check out youtube/user/thetomnivore to get some curly mid-twenties-guy stuffing action. It a fair deal, he likes attention, we like feeding him cake and (coming soon) whole un-skinned fruits.

If you want to make some brownies (and they were D-elicious) you can do it like this:


90g plain chocolate
150g soft butter
125g plain flour
15g cocoa powder
1/2 tsp baking powder
1tsp vanilla extract
300g soft brown sugar
1 pinch salt
2 eggs

preheat over to gas mark 4 (or if you have a devil electric oven 350F and note: you should get a gas oven).

melt chocolate and butter in a bowl over a saucepan of simmering water. Remove this from the heat once melted and mixed and allow to cool a little.

Sieve flour, cocoa powder, baking powder and salt into a separate bowl.

In another bowl (That's 3 bowls now) Mix beaten eggs, sugar and vanilla extract.

NOW, First fold the chocolate mixture into the egg mixture and then second fold in the flour mixture. By the end you should have a lovely mush with no dry ingredients showing.

Put in a greased flat tin and bake for 25 mins until crispy on top but soft in the middle.

I'm not gonna make you film you/your boyfriend/your cat/ the pope stuffing his face, but, if you do, I won't blame you.

Have a lovely day,
Katie xx