1. Initials B.B.

          When I visited Bom-Bane’s in Brighton it was a stereotypical autumnal evening; very cold, very dark, and very windy. Said breeze had helpfully whetted our appetites, and so stumbling into Bom-Banes to be greeted by a truly wonderful aroma wafting from the open kitchen was very, very welcome. We were also greeted, not two steps through the door, by Jane Bom-Bane herself.

          Now I may be biased as Jane has been somewhat of an idol of mine since I first saw her play the Edinburgh Festival ten years ago, but personally I don’t think you could ask for a lovelier host to welcome you. She has looks that Snow White and any self-respecting 1950s pin up girl would be envious of, and puts you immediately at ease with a brilliantly warm and simultaneously mischievous smile. Jane has been running Bom-Bane’s - a café-come-restaurant which you can (and should) find in Brighton, at 24 George Street – for just over five years, and it’s easy to see why the place is so popular among locals and visitors alike.

          Once inside, the atmosphere is cosy and convivial: think steamed up windows, warm lighting, and a brilliantly eclectic playlist in the background – more on music later. There are two floors to Bom-Bane’s and sadly I didn’t glimpse downstairs on this visit, but I gather that it’s a little bigger than upstairs, and so is suitable for larger groups.  Never mind about missing down below though as upstairs had plenty to keep my beady eyes busy. One wall was a collage of younger visitors’ doodles (to which, of course, I contributed), while others proudly display posters for bands and gigs or showcase local artists’ work. Different instruments scatter the restaurant; from violins to dulcimers and even a harmonium. Music really is a huge part of the charm of Bom-Bane’s: we went on a Tuesday which is their weekly live music night (films on Wednesdays), so from downstairs there came the delicate sounds of guitar, double bass, elfin-like male and female voices, and I’m sure at one point spoons. The music added to the atmosphere of the place beautifully!  I mentioned before that I had seen Jane perform at the fringe: she plays the harmonium while singing exquisitely delicate songs which are brilliantly bizarre (a firm favourite of mine is ‘President Pompidou’) and yet bursting with heartfelt thought and emotion. I was pleased to hear then that the playlist prior to downstairs’ gig showcased some of Jane’s best songs, as well as a fair few stunningly intricate Nick Pynn pieces (another hero of mine), all of which were nestled in among other musical treats from the likes of Talking Heads and Blondie (yet more heroes).

          The other feature of Jane’s performances which captivated my younger self was her collection of homemade mechanical hats. Yes, I said mechanical hats. Examples include a goldfish bowl and - my personal favourite - a hat which accompanies the song ‘Edinburgh Rock’ and features a replica Edinburgh castle which has flashing lights and a small train circling around the base. I didn’t see the hats on this visit (although I hear they do make appearances) however I was treated instead to probably my favourite part of the whole restaurant – the tables! Each is entirely unique – from the ‘Uns-table’ which seemingly rises and falls throughout the evening, to the ‘Water Table’ which contains a miniature replica of the Brighton Pier complete with waves, working roundabouts and twinkling lights. We were seated at a table which I presumed had no special feature as there was nothing immediately obvious, however my Dad - who is an even bigger fan of Bom-Bane’s than I am - subtly pointed out that if you lifted the salt shaker from the middle of our table a gentle tinkling sound began, which came from a set of chimes mounted on the wall: we had been seated at the ‘Twenty-Seven Chimes Table’ – simply magnificent!

          I’ve come all this way without even mentioning the food – testament, I feel, to the fact that there’s plenty to keep you contentedly distracted from your belly while you wait. The fare is simple, homely, and oh-so delicious. There’s a bit of a Belgian theme going on so there’s stoemp, sausages and waffles on the menu, as well as some tasty looking daily soups, curry, and a vegetable hotpot I was sorely tempted by. I chose one ostrich sausage and one Oxford pork sausage to go with some stoemp and a lovely thick gravy - it was beautifully presented and tasted amazing. A little bit of spice in the sausages was balanced perfectly with the creamy taste of the potato. The impressive selection of Belgian beers was difficult to choose from, but in the end a bottle of Hapkin and another of Leifmans Kriekbeer helped to wash everything down a treat. To top it all off I had a homemade chocolate and walnut brownie – a spot on mix of chewy and gooey - accompanied by a seriously good coffee which woke me up just enough to make it back home.

    My night at Bom-Bane’s had all it needed; warmth, colour, beautiful music and delicious food, all finished off with a great big helping of quirk and mild eccentricity. What more could you ask for? I’d highly recommend a visit if you’re near Brighton: here’s the website more information http://www.bom-banes.co.uk/ .

    Say hello from me to the star of the show, the ever lovely Jane Bom-Bane!  

  2. BODIES
Mass scanning of more doodles to come, and more writing. I have been semi-busy with nothing very interesting or exciting, but I shall bore you with posts about that later.

    BODIES

    Mass scanning of more doodles to come, and more writing. I have been semi-busy with nothing very interesting or exciting, but I shall bore you with posts about that later.

  3. DOODLES.

    DOODLES.

  4. Album Art

    WEIRD AND WONDERFUL.

    SUNDAY SOUNDTRACK.

    Last night we popped into The Book Club for an evening of frivolity, and had what can only be described as a truly lovely time. Friends and rum - a winning combination. Want to improve things even further? Chuck in Tim of Filthy Dukes: great music all night providing a perfect backdrop to our dance floor antics (these involved balloons, a plastic grasshopper, and a grazed elbow). 

    Overall I had a whole load of fun, but I have to say my night - perhaps even my whole week - was made by the sheer brilliance of Tim’s closing tracks. Talking Heads and ‘This Must Be the Place’ followed by my hero Kate Bush with ‘Running up that Hill’. In.Cred.Ible. The smile on my face was from ear to ear. Silly dancing ensued.

    Good ol’ Katy Bush has been in my head ever since - apologies to those on my night bus who put up with my humming - and so I’ve picked one of my favourites to post here.

    This track is perhaps the strangest cover I have ever heard, but quite possibly also the best. Kate’s take on ‘Sexual Healing’ makes it sexy in a whole other way to the original - a kind of 80s bounce, sway and finger click sexy. Celtic sexy. It’s the kind of track which shouldn’t work, but works for that very reason.

    So bad it’s good, Kate Bush and ‘Sexual Healing is my Sunday soundtrack.

    Title
    Sexual Healing
    Artist
    Kate Bush
    Album
    King of the Mountain - Single
  5. FRINGE BENEFITS

    I have been entertaining myself with some DIY hairdressing. Previous attempts at this have resulted in some truly terrible barnets. For example,  my aim at the tender age of fourteen had been to dye my locks a luscious deep red. Instead I got orange. Not ginger, not strawberry blonde, but orange. There were other disasters of course, some involving scissors, some colour, some ill-advised bunches. You get the idea.

    Despite my knowledge of these epic fails, a month ago I found myself with scissors in one hand, and a clump of hair in the other. Well hello fringe!  

    Here is what I have learned from my impulse chopping:

    1) Fringes are hot. Not sexy hot. Heat hot. Mine seems to have caused my body temperature to increase. During the heat wave I was even more flustered than I should have been, however now that it’s lovely and autumnal – all crisp air and chilly breezes – I find myself at an advantage. I have a built in forehead warmer. WINNING.  Until I get on the tube, and it’s straight back to flustered I go. Not so winning.

    2) Fringes do not behave. Nights out in sweaty clubs result in sweaty fringes. My sweaty fringe will do one of two things. It will either curl, or form curtains. Neither of these is a good look, and there is little I can do once it happens to keep myself from looking like an Atomic Kitten reject.

    3) Fringes need a lot of attention. I have essentially wound up with a petulant child hanging from my brow: don’t give it what it wants in the morning, and you’ll suffer for it all day.  I barely leave myself enough time to properly dress in the morning, let alone lovingly blow dry the front section of my hair, and so often I am punished by looking like I cut it with blunt pruning shears. (I didn’t.)

    I’d like to state that it’s not all bad. Apparently my eyes look quite nice with a fringe – although aren’t boyfriends obliged to say these things?

    All in all though, it’s high time I learnt my lesson. Home hair experiments deserve a little more thought and careful planning than squinting at a flattened Elvis quiff in the mirror.

    Following this advice I should probably have done more last week than drape a brown jumper over my head before reaching for the hair dye…

  6. SKETCH

    SKETCH

  7. Album Art

    Crave You ft. Giselle by Flight Facilities

    This is the kind of track that makes me wish that I had wispy hair and could wear really lovely chiffon things while living life in pastel and rose-tinted colours. Possibly riding a bicycle. With a wicker basket. Perhaps with du pain, du vin, du boursin inside.

    Regardless of my fantasies, it’s just delightful, and will be my Sunday’s soundtrack.

    p.s. the video is quite irritating. 

    p.p.s. although I too often writhe about in dry ice on the front lawn.

    Title
    Crave You
    Artist
    Flight Facilities
    Album
    Crave You (feat. Giselle)
  8. INTO THE WOODS

    INTO THE WOODS

  9. This is a poem (really it’s the last verse of a poem which was very heavily edited) which I submitted during my creative writing course at St Andrews University last year.

    I’m on a fish and chips free diet now as the takeaways up North have done me in - have you ever had a battered smoked sausage? I tell you my friend, they are bloody good. They are also very, very bad for you. I know it seems obvious, but I only worked it out for myself after a weight check at the end of four years of greasy sausage goodness.

  10. Doodles

  11. Are you sitting comfortably?

                         Then I’ll begin…

    Personally, I really am. As just another unemployed twenty something graduate, I am where I am most days - in bed. Oh so cosy.

    And what better place for a story?! Not just the story of my life (I really do spend a lot of time under the covers - chilly Scottish blood), but also the story of how BORED I am, and have been, for quite a wee while now. The job hunt continues *fingers crossed*, as does the endless chore of cleaning up after my flat mates. Daily highlights include petting neighbours’ cats and experimenting with my hair (more to follow), but even those perks start to lose their sweetness. And so I decided I needed an outlet - something as far away from all these things as I could get.

    And here it is - my outlet. Because the world just needs one more blog.

    Mine will cover a lot of bases; there’ll be drawings, paintings, poetry, reviews of what I’ve seen and heard and done, a bit of everything. It’ll be a veritable smorgasboard of the things I want to share.

    And so, Voila.

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