The Clocks Went Back

I am of a cowardly nature when it comes to ghostly goings on.
I am going to hide under my pillows until tomorrow.

With love from your chicken shit curator of the House of Worship Blues
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Hiro Cooks.....

I love it when Hiro cooks. Sadly, he doesn't to do it much these days as his working schedule is manic to put it lightly. However, he did cook this week and it was delicious.

To me nothing beats the simple delicious taste of grilled fish! I dislike it when people go mad seasoning fish, there is no need. Le poisson du jour was Bream.

I think very highly of our fishmonger. We have been buying and pre-ordering our fish from them for years now and they have yet to fail us. Our fish is always fresh and tasty!

Steve Hatt
88-90 Essex Road
Islington London
N1 8LU

I am rather fond of the salty fresh taste of samphire these days. I think it lends itself well with plain rice.

If you haven't tried samphire before, you can get it at your local fishmongers (well in UK anyway). I think the Japanese refer to this is "sea asparagus", rather appropriate really as it tastes very similar only finer and saltier.

Seaweed salad. An assortment of salad leaves,wakame and umibudo (sea grapes).

Pickled cucumber with a spot of chillies.

Miso soup with aubergine, samphire and wakame. I know what my Japanese readers must be thinking! "THAT LOOKS LIKE BREAKFAST"!! It certainly does! But here in the land where good Japanese food don't come cheap or easy.....this is heaven!

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Older Than I....

I have a camera that is older than I am.
I love the weight of it. The feel of it. The look of it.
A true thing of beauty to my eyes.

Yashica Electro 35 GT (Coupled Rangefinder) made in the 1970s.

Up until recently, I have been far to occupied with staring at my camera to use it. But, use it I did and I have a new stack of scanned of slide film for your viewing pleasure:

"The Lamp post" Dalston, Hackney

"Ghost Signs" Dalston, Hackney.

I have a thing for "ghost signs". Decrepit fading old signs that once emblazoned the walls of a bygone generation.

"Bird Houses" Dalston, Hackney.

"Hiro Shadow Chasing" De Beauvoir Square, Hackney.

"Lux Veritas" De Beauvoir Square, Hackney.

You may recall my previous post about our stumble through De Beauvoir Square here.

"Before they bring it down" City of London.

How strange it is that this eyesore that takes such prominence in the City of London should shroud a rather forgotten ancient temple in its foundations. The Temple of Mithras was built in the 3rd Century. I wonder what it's fate shall be with the building above it marked for demolition.

I am busy scanning in the rest of my film so will be sure to stick some more before your noses soon.


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Brogue-ish Boots

I am quite nuts about brogues. I jumped at it when I saw these leather broguey-boots in Office on Saturday.

I was taken by the deep chocolate colour.

I put them on as soon as I got onto the bus! I just couldn't wait to stomp about in them.
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Fairy Tales in Bedlam

Once, in a place neither here nor there; a morose mistress was heard complaining that; "some days are pure "URGH" with a grey cloud on top".

On such days she would find it hard to shake the corruption of inertia from her brow. She would instead flounder in delirium amoungst her pillows and fall into the pages of a fairy tale compendium.

Hour after hour she whisperedd through the pages and gazed at the clouds that hung oustide the window.

If daydreaming was a paid occupation she would be a wealthy champion.
Sadly it is not and she has to wake up and go and earn some money for future adventures.

Sheer beige shirt from GAP
Socks from Therapy (House of Fraser)
Book "Fairy Tales" by Angela Carter

Life during the week can be such a blurr. It's nice to take time out.

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Genuine Worship Junk

Mum used to say that "the devil makes work for idle hands". In my case, the crafty devil has my hands as busy as busy can bee!

Whilst exorcising my creative demons I have been making some fun stuff to dish out to my interested residents. I decided upon eco shopping bags as that is something nearly everyone in London seems to have stowed away ready to whip out and fill with stuff.

The label.

I have been so excited to show you what I have been working on! In true WHB form, no two shall be the same. Here are a few that I have made already:

Each of the bags is made from 100% cotton so they are light weight but still strong enough to lug your books around in. The actual "print" is black velvet in texture (soz Tammy!).


If you would like to grab some free super duper limited edition Genuine Worship Junk of your very own then register your interest in the comment box below! Don't forget to leave your email address.

I will pick names out of the hat and email you to request your address.

** "Residents" of The House of Worship Blues only **

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The Man Buys Vinyl

Hiro doesn't download music. He never bought CDs.

Hiro is all about Vinyl. He always had been and I think he always will be.

Hiro bought his decks when he was 16. They have served him well for they are still going today.

In all he has about 1,200 12inch and a few hundred 7inch records too. Most are old Studio 1 reggae compilations, 80's and 90's dancehall and some "back in the day" UKG.

(Photo taken using Polaroid Supercolor)

He says that he likes to PLAY music and not just listen to it. He says that he loves the crackling background sound that old records have.

I love them too. I love going old record shopping with Hiro. Flicking through hundreds of records, pulling one out and remembering that chooooooon! Most of all I love the smell! It's not that different to old books.

Unlike old books however...Music holds memories in an entirely different way.
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London Criers

I am quite the collector of curiosities, oddities, forgotten fings and general junk.

On my recent stumble through an old junk shop I happened across a little stack of old cigarette cards. I paid the handsome sum of 50pence for them and off I went to sit somewhere quite where I could admire them.

The cards are entitled; "The Cries of London". They date back to 1916 and they depict the sellers and vendors that sold a host of goods and services on London's streets during the 1800s. They drew attention to themselves by shouting out characteristic songs to advertise their wares. That is quite enough history for today I think.

I scanned in a couple of my faves for you to see:

Anyone fer sum 'ot peeez?

'Ows about a mop then?

A fine person of obvious discerning taste like you needs a Singing Glass!

I love it so when I come across such fascinating glimpses of the past.
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Deplorable Laments on a Frigid Friday

First and foremost; I bid my new "Residents" a warm welcome to the House of Worship Blues. Welcome aboard! Make yourselves cozy! Find a roost to perch on and I hope you find my assorted chocolate box of a blog has something to suit your fancy. Don't be shy! Make yerselves known and leave a bowl of noodles in my comment box sometime!

On with the bla di blah....

'Fraid that you have caught me on a bit of a downer. It's cold enough to freeze the bollox off a brass monkey and thus; I am not an 'appy bunny! When the chill sets its claws into London, it pierces through right through me thermals.

Blast my miserable complaining! Let's look back on some super technicolour summer shots taken with 35mm and my White Slim Angel.

"Park Life"

" Hiro in Stealth Mode"

"Crown and slippers"

Yup! I am the type of odd 'un that sits in the park wearing a white cardboard crown eating my ice cream and reading my book.

I wish you all some memorable weekends! For my part, I will be shopping for some new winter warmers.

Do pop in again next week for there are treats in store! shhhhhh

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| Everyday People | Warning!

One particular day, I perched myself at particular bus stop in Dalston and I lost myself in that frivolous activity that is "people watching".

A particular old lady walked passed me. She had what looked like a G&T with a slice of lemon in one hand and bags of shopping dangling off her arms. She wore bight orange lipstick and her hair was done in waves and curls.

Watching her promenade up the high street, I realised that when it comes to aging, I am fearless!

She also made me think of this poem that I had heard an age ago:

(Photo taken using Superheadz White Angel)

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

 Poem by Jenny Joseph
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Once A Long Time Ago, We Went To Zanzibar

When the weather turns frosty on me, my thoughts never fail to fly to Africa. Today I want to take you down my memory's lane to Zanzibar, that lies just off the coast of Tanzania.

A few years ago, Hiro and I had the chance to visit this most beautiful among all islands together to celebrate New Year with my father's family. It was an experience that I cannot ever forget.

Such is the beauty of Zanzibar that when we arrived at gone 7pm, the clouds had descended yet the talcum powder white sands still lit the beach up in a magical way:

The next morning we rose at day break. The fishermen were already out in their dhows.

It is a Japanese tradition to witness "hatsuhinode", which is the 1st sunrise of the New Year despite being in Africa we still wanted to carry on the tradition.

I have yet to find a beach that comes anywhere near to the beaches in Zanzibar.They are pristine in the most honest sense. We stayed in a part of Zanzibar that had not seen any development so it was still very close to nature. Just our cuppa tea. We would while away our days and watch the Masai plod along the sands.

Zanzibar experiences spectacularly dramatic tide outs that pull the waters of the Indian Ocean right back to the coral reef.

A few women had small seaweed patches where they harvest "tengusa" which is used to make agar. They ship this out to Japan amongst other places.

We could watch the world go by from our little hut on the beach.

When the tide was in, the waters were a joy to splash about in! This side of the Indian Ocean has warm waters that are much like being in a gigantic bath tub...but better!

Zanzibar is a sleepy place where even the inner parts of the island move to a slow rhythm.

While it is rich beyond imagination with it's natural splendour, many people here live in poverty and the unemployment rate remains high.

This is the bitter sweet taste of my experiences in Africa. I can go back and enjoy the fruits of my labour yet I never forget where I came from, how far I have come and YES how fortunate I have been to be able to take advantage of the opportunities I have been given.

One of the things I love most about Zanzibar is the "matunda" (fruit). There is a cornocopia of fruit growing in it's back gardens. It's all very cheap too! I remember paying about 40p per pineapple....Yah, Borough Market! Shove that up your stalls!

I hope to return to Zanzibar in the next 2 years! I cannot shake the place from my heart. The next time we plan to spend more time exploring the other side of the Island. The next time it will be just Hiro and I and so I won't have my dad worrying about someone kidnapping me or offering him goats for my hand!

Have you ever been to a place where your heart longs to return to?

Even the flight back to Tanzania was magical:

Can you see it?
The peaks of the mighty Kilimanjaro poking through the clouds?
Seeing Kilimanjaro sends shivers down me......When I see it, I know that I have come home again.
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Mucky Colours

There is something about chilly weather that makes me like mucky, muddy, earthier colours a whole lot more than any other time. Here are a couple of things that I have been loving lately:

Lunasol Noble Shade Liner in
#02 Khaki Brown

Lunasol Noble Shade liners are lush! They slip on like a dream. They are nicely pigmented. They stay put all day. I love this brown shade. It has a touch of shimmer in it and it sets off a neutral look nicely!

American Apparel Nail Lacquer in "Mouse"

I am just living in this colour at the moment. It is so easy to wear and goes with almost everything.
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