Sunday, 7 March 2010


The internet phenomenon and TOTALLY NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

xx Lektrogirl

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One of my favourite things has become dining alone. When I was younger I felt a bit of a knob, but now I think to sit in silence and imagine new things to cook - especially as there are lady gang dinners to plan for every six monthe or so when it comes up to my turn again. I visited Pippa at the Jumble sale today and delivered two types of macaron - lavander and rosemary. Tonight I'm wondering if kalamatta olives and chocolate would be a good flavour - Philippa tells me she had olives and hazelnut once. I wonder about beetroot and almond. Not essence, real almond.

Xx Lektrogirl

Saturday, 6 March 2010


It will be a long week until Wednesday where nothing happens after I cross my fingers under the desk until they get pins and needles.

Speaking of pins, I saw Pin Eyes through the window tonight. I think it is almost pity I feel that he can't even bring himself to look at me. He's not mad anymore. Just embarrassed I think. And for all the talk about how cool he is, he panicked. Not a strong look.

I sometimes think of the Frog. He could have had anything, but his problem was he couldn't see further than keeping hold of everything. That really makes me mad.

I sometimes think of the Mushroom. The pit of my stomach - like a trapdoor - like a cellar full of coal dust - like a really horrible sink in a shed that only has freezing water or boiling water that smells of copper - the bitterest most glacial hatred.

Wednesday, 3 March 2010


So who can forget such classics as "I'VE WAITED TIL IM CRAZY" or "BOULE DE FLIPPER" or "NIGHT OF FIRE"? I'm tell you, NOT ME. All of these videos and many more have appeared on this blog courtesy of Pascal / Puyo Puyo in Nantes. What a wonderful day.

xx Lektrogirl

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MOTORHEAD, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.

I spent the day with Hobart on the sofa reading a new book called "The Fundamental Techniques of Classic Pastry Arts". It has a section devoted to all the different ways of cutting an apple for patisserie items and all the names in French. If you want to know what a "biscuit" is I can tell you - and it isn't a cookie. The book totally blew my mind and I was so excited, then exhausted from reading it, that I had to have a nap.

My kitchen is so tiny and shit that it is a bit depressing to think about how hard it is in there, but then I was reading 180 pages of "A sweet life in Paris" last night by David Lebovitz who tells of having icecream makers in his bedroom when he moved to Paris that I feel like there is some hope.

I think I need a cup of tea.

xx Lektrogirl


early works, originally uploaded by favoriet.

Tuesday, 2 March 2010



I wanted to tell you how much I love to walk down the street at night. Just not any street or any night. It's the street I walk down after the celebrated luxury of taking a black cab home from central London, stopping and the white building and coming down the little hill to my street.

I hear my feet on the pavement. Sometimes my feet hurt. Sometimes they don't. I feel the night air on my face. I walk proudly past the pub in case Pin Eyes is there. I don't look in. I see the trees from the graveyard. I see the spire from the church. I turn the corner to my cobbled street, put my key in the door and ask my favourite girlfriend if she had a good day. I close the door behind me to my favourite part of the day.

Good night everybody.

Xx Lektrogirl

Monday, 1 March 2010


Photos of the day, March 1, originally uploaded by otisarchives1.

Superduck told me today that a girl like me shouldn't be single. It was nice to see him. He is developing a very sexual man belly.

The other night, a friend told me his girlfriend had a fanny like a paper cut it was so neat and tiny. He also told me that there is no secret to giving a guy a blow job other than enthusiasm. It's true. Men will eat practically anything you cook them and be happy. Why would giving them a blow job be any more difficult?

I am going to try and write about food later and my trip to Paris.

xx Lektrogirl


'70's Jell-O photo:), originally uploaded by pinetree4.

Even Jelly can do it.