Smoothie Does It

It's not often you get a few hundred drums in the morning mail. But the 'World Drums' sample CD has arrived. So far, no time to check it out.
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My christmas present to the family is a juicer/blender/smoothie maker thing. The idea is to replace the morning fry-up with a pint of mixed fruit, as part of our intermittantly observed health kick.

Fried eggs and bacon on buttered toast smells wonderful, tastes great, and induces hours of lethergy followed by extra lbs on the scales. A large mug of freshly blended yoghurt and citrus fruits is supposed to be have the opposite effect.

UPDATE: An apple, a banana, a blob of honey, some yoghurt and some milk, when pulverised together, produce something that tastes of all these things at once. Two mugs of it, which is more filling than a breakfast fry-up, and so far doesn't provoke the enormous chocolate cravings.

Can you make smoothies with carrots? What about Brocolli?
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I have actually got some recording done today. I'm not sure whether it's having this low-level cold or what, but in the upper registers of my baritone range my voice sounds...well, effiminate.

Not high pitched and squeaky, not lispy and camp - but it's as though singing 'high' (high for me, that is) pushes the vowel articulation forward in the mouth, creating a 'small' and unresonant sound.
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Pre-christmas social get together tonight for the Portsmouth political left. Ken Loach film and buffet, in the company of people I already see often enough. It's our equivalent of the office party - where you spend the evening being civil to your collegues as though you were being comfortable with your friends.

I have to go, because...wait for it...they need me to operate the VCR.
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UPDATE: Well, I did operate the VCR, showing the film "Bread and Roses", about latino janitors forming a trade union against corporate bullying, which sounds a lot more dull and worthy than it was.

One new face in the room was a rastafarian photography student called Craig. Sure, he's tall, young and handsome - in a grungy student sort of way - but more than that he's smart and likable. We discussed the derivation of photographic aesthetics from painting, while munching on too much really bad party food.

Joe R was a little more out of his shell than usual, joining in the photographic discussion, and asking me for advice on making short films. He's got some interesting ideas, but not really the hardware to realise them - we'll talk about it later when he's "not quite so half cut...three quarters cut".