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Tea @Three: Painting with Tea…

Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Max and Collin’s brand new, re-located and  innovatively  Liver Bird – Proof  Parlour, courteously provided for us by our delightfully obliging and inventive Landlord, Montmorency.

Last week we asked our dear Landlord if he wouldn’t mind switching our sack cloth roof to something more stalwart… and so we now find ourselves relocated to what he calls his ‘Subterranean Sepulchre Suit’ conveniently adjacent to his  ‘personal, private pied a terre’ … do you ever have those life moments where you wish you had never asked? … hmm…

Still, here we are, hugely apologetic for not being available at the start of the week as we moved our humble belongings in and arranged our copious amounts of furniture and lace, and now eager (is that the word?) to introduce you to our new room mate, who you may actually (if you are a long standing follower) have met before.

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His name is Freddie Payne (a tribute to that great literary criminal John Payne Collier and the famous Punch and Judy puppet maker Fred Tickner) and he is an  anchorite – a devotee of The Divine Comedy – which is why he is chained to the wall, not for any other reason, honestly, he was like that when we moved in…

In this portrait he is painted using tea (lapsang if you were wondering) and a little weak coffee because Penny realised that such things could be done and HAD to have a go. There may be more of us turning up painted in tea at some point… but in the meantime we will return tomorrow with our usual review slot and next week should be back to normal, well, as normal as an octopus and his Very Quiet Gentlemen friend and their religious fanatic roomie can get… a-hem.

Still, until then, please be always

Utterly,  Your Delightful Self

 


Elevenses: Passion and The Blues

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I hope we are all feeling extremely eleven o clockish because the time is, of course, eleven o clock so pull up a chintz armchair or even a lemonade crate and Help yourself to a delightful slice of this blueberry and passion fruit cake from hummingbird high while I recount the dreadful disappointments we have suffered in the realm of subletting cushions.

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In truth we stand before you chagrined at our own naïveté, there is only one person we know who considers manacles a daily necessity, he is an anchorite, his name is Freddy Payne and (if you are as smart as you look) you will not be surprised to hear that he is also a harlequin (Max calls him a clown but then Max enjoys vexing violent people for some reason).

Usually Freddy spends his days, and nights, chained to the wall of Montmorecys ‘office’ in the basement of our delightful tenement building but, as he explained between fits of maniacal laughter (at least we hoped it was laughter) the rat problem below stairs has become insufferable ; there are, after all, only so many rats a man can stomach and a diet of of raw rodent is, apparently, disrupting Freddy’s Muse… does everyone above the waves fancy themselves an artist of some description?

We spent an interesting evening listening to Freddy wax about his life choices and the virtues of becoming a Holy Man devoted to The Divine Comedy (I say interesting rather than informative for the fellow insists on speaking in cryptic sentences, cunningly composed to evade accurate interpretation and dished up always three helpings at a time. ) But sadly, in the end, he concluded that our rotting woodwork was not going to be an adequate replacement for the stone walled cellar and so everyone’s time had been wasted. At least we were able to send him on his way with a couple of cats and vague promises of visiting him down there occasionally … but to be honest I would rather return to Hull than venture down into that Scarecrow’s lair.

So now here we are, still tenantless and broke but eternally optimistic that an opportunity for raising cash or Cain will present itself sooner or later. In the meantime let us tune in our spirit radio and find something ironic to tap our tentacles to…

 

Oh dear, and that has set Max moping about Christina again… ah well. We wish you an afternoon filled with laughter and none of it at your own expense and until we see you again, please be always,

Utterly yourself.

 


Elevenses: Spies and Tarts

Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen I hope you are all feeling extremely eleven o clockish because the time is of course eleven o clock and we have some audaciously awesome elevenses to share with you all, but whilst our lovely werewolf butler Klapka is dishing it up, let me take a moment to inform you of some developments in our subletting cushion enterprise… this note was delivered to Max on the corner of Baker’s Row at midnight…

Dear sirs

Hmmm… what sort of a gentleman requires manacles? Perhaps we would do better not to enquire… in fact perhaps we should endeavour to be out when he calls… mind you, manacles would come in useful around here, Montmorency certainly needs locking up, and Klapka too has her off days… ah well, best not to berate the cook before we have eaten eh? Let us see what she has cooked up for us this morning…

 

 

 

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This gorgeous rhubarb tart is the brain child of Allie at Baking A Moment click on the picture to see her lovely recipe and bake this amazing spring time treat for yourself…or have your butler make one for you…

Now then all we need to do is tune the Spirit Radio in to some delightful steampunk music to while away the morning…

 

Ah,steampunk spies by Derek Fiechter We wish you a delightfully unfettered afternoon and until we see you again, please be always,

Utterly Yourself