Rock n' Pies & 5 by 5
I took a couple of peeps from the studio for a cosy lunch at the Barley Mow in Marylebone over the weekend. Their pie is not to be trifled with. The ale is good too. Moreover, they have two very private little garden sheds inside the bar. I am told these are commonly called ‘booths’ but are to all intents and purposes, in direct kinship with that most traditional of man-caves in their capacity for both plotting and quaffing. Buy a bigger set of pants and dig in.
Two of my apparently regular visitors of the female variety collected an armload of vinyl yesterday evening. They left with Mick Jones’ ‘The Rock n’ Roll Public Library’ which, if you haven’t put it in your ears yet - and I recommend in the strongest possible terms that you do just that - features some of the most incredible dance organ. So blown away were we that we decided right there and then that ‘dance organ’ is a veritable thing. Also, there is a far superior version of ‘Toxic’ by that Spears lady to be mined if you do indeed sing the lyrics for that song over the excellently titled ‘Spaghetti Junction’ in an altered and vastly improved fashion.
I have been playing Tak with a steadily increasing frequency and ferocity along with an equally blooming roster of IRL opponents. Much of that first sentence is a lie as I often find myself unwittingly murdered. It’s also besides the point. I think Rothfuss pinned it down first try when he described it only as ‘a beautiful game’. It is a very elegant game, by turns murderous and every single one appears to be different. Different people also make it an entirely changed experience as well. I don’t know. I think this may have more legs in more interesting places than chess or chequers or go. Also, I want to be playing all. Of. The. Time and can teach you in ten minutes or less.
Bring me your unique and gorgeous tactical flavour and we can inhabit this changeable five by five board together. I’ll build you a mother fucking road.
JD - TACOCAT