Sunday, July 27, 2014

Schnitzel & Schnapps

Fischer's, Marylebone High Street, London.

I love Corbin & King, no they're not a perma-tanned pop duo from the 1970's but London's leading purveyors of Mittel European cafe culture. Every time I go to London I go to the Wolseley, 
where I even mange to swallow down  eggs in the  cheerily jonquil form of  their delicious lobster omelette  -  who can refuse opening their moth ridden purse when the bill is presented with such exquisite aplomb?

Fischer's is their latest Viennese whirl.
Schnitzel, brotchen, strudel, tortes mit schlag,  I could stay here all day roughly hewing my own Hansel & Gretel house which is how I used to send myself off to  the land of Nod as a child - rafters of Viennese fingers and a crazy paving path of broken sachertorte. 

Is it not the Grand Budapest Hotel, hewn from rich mahogany and scented with  beeswax?
If only Mr Gustave could be my date, remember, he likes the oldies.

"I've had older"

Sorry to ruffle so many feathers the other day, yes I have changed the blog name, it's all about Badinage here now. 

Faffing - I have had so many "Disgusted of Indiana" emails about this, no I am not swearing, it is not in any way  related to the f word but blundering British style   - think Hugh Grant in his films, he's the ultimate faffer. 
So new name, new email, massive fail on changing the blog address so far.
So badinage and all that, hopefully the odd bit of persiflage and bonhomie

Oh it's a party now, chink!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Glasgow Style


'A place of renown, where the air is mild and the victuals are plenty’
Vatican edict 1451, establishing  Glasgow University.

Well, the least said about the Commonwealth Games opening ceremony the better, 
 once known as the second city of the Empire, (next to London) 
Glasgow has moments of grace in stone and a unique style - sometimes not in a  good way.
 From tenement dwellers  to  Tobacco Lords who resided in mansions of honey coloured stone, there has been and always will be something for everyone in Scotland's largest city.

*comments are off, currently faffing around with the blog.

The Duke of Wellington statue - he is never without his 'hat'.

Glasgow University

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Le Quatorze Juillet

The Marseillaise is still ringing in my ears from last night. It wafted  out across the gardens of Edinburgh, a sensuous French siren draped in a gossamer gown of red white and blue.  I'm always impressed when people can sing more than the first  verse of their national anthem, I belt out the first verse of God save The Queen and Flower of Scotland and then mime like a   
loose lipped sock puppet.

The Auld Alliance between Scotland and France, that bond of sharpened steel, which said if either was attacked the other would rush to their aid is over 700 years old. Last night we all kicked up our heels  this time in celebration of  Bastille Day.

I flew the flag too.

"In every combat where for five centuries the destiny of France was at stake, there were always men of Scotland to fight side by side with men of France, and what Frenchmen feel is that no people has ever been more generous than yours with its friendship."  
Charles de Gaulle

It was a party of two halves.
I spent  most of my time upstairs in the drawing room, envying all of the sleek chic bobbed brunettes, I couldn't leave it for three reasons; the buffet table, a delightful trio of  accordion players 
and well, silk shoes that wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes in wet grass, it was my Marie Antoinette moment.

In the distance, the Lion Rampant fluttered from Holyrood Palace

Here's me taking a shifty pic in the morning room, ( yes, I am somewhat over punctual and that annoying type who will ring your doorbell  whilst you still have your rollers in) where it dawned on me that tunic dresses, though  incredibly comfy, do not suit my figure - wardrobe cull at the weekend. (GSL - 'the belt, the waist', yes yes, yes, over and out.) 

I'm sure that many  of you will recognise this famous painting by the Scottish Colourist, Cadell.  It is called 30 Regent Terrace,

this is the exterior  today, it was just a few doors down from the party.
Regent Terrace  is a street steeped in history, these stentorian front  doors  have seen the comings and goings of Queen Mary, the Duchesse du Berry,  painters, 
our own titled aristocracy and Bletchley Park girl, Ann Mitchell.

Marie Therese of France, the daughter of Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI lived here with her husband the Duke of Angouleme. Napoleon  famously said of her,
"She was the the only man in the house of Bourbon"

Bourbon and pearls indeed.