Home is Where The Wee Guy
and
The Pinsa are!
So On Monday I was out with The Mary, still
feeling jet lagged and all. She kept
staring at me and I was thinking about how much she must have missed me while I
was away. She had a right, bright
twinkle in her eye and I teased her and said maybe the next time we should go
away together.
“No if your eyebrows are bright pink I’m no…is
that all the fashion in that New York?”. She said.
I had a quick look in my mirror and realised
I’d used a bright pink lip liner on my eyebrows instead of the usual, not very
efficient anyway, blonde pencil. No in any way like the ones in the picture!
Maybe I
need help from the very magnificent Chris Christoforou who has a whole
lifestyle range of ‘Beautiful Brows’! The Mary said that was an amazing change of career and she hadn’t known that, since he’d made ‘A Star is Born’ with Barbara Striesand he’d decided on
such a dramatic career change. "He was a right good chanter." she said!
Brows are a worry and sometimes when my
classes line up in the morning I get such a fright because some of the wee
first year girls look as if they’ve got pet hamsters stuck to their brows. I nearly shit myself one morning when one of
them flew right off when a wee lassie gave me a brazen stare. I began to think she was telekinetic and her
head would start spinning.
Teaching is terrifying at the moment and it’s
just not just Kardashianesque girls in first year. We
also have to deal with the horny, second year boys, who don’t know what’s going
with their missiles, rubbing themselves up against you, saying “I missed you
during the holidays Miss” with a wee, leery look in their!
When on holiday I struggled to find a Pinsa
so we decided to go to one our favourite places in Midtown West Glasgow. Eusebi’s is always very busy and we were
lucky to secure a table at such short notice even though it’s a Monday. The staff are all charming and very beautiful
and like Caruso in his confusion and aging stage of life when he fell in love
with his muse, I found myself mesmerised by the charm of Boyd who is a cousin
of the owners Giovanna and Eddi.
Eusebi’s have quite fabulously been listed
in The List’s 2017 Guide as being ‘a retro Italian deli and restaurant for the
21st century’. In my opinion,
the only thing retro about the Eusebi ‘mob’ is the décor. They
are very proactive, and maybe, reflective but only in the way they develop and
keep moving forward according to what the customer wants. At any given time they are more than willing
to adapt, in order to function, in a very driven and fast moving market!
https://food.list.co.uk/place/74485-eusebi-deli/
The Mary and I had a lovely time in Eusebi’s
and shared a Pinsa and Pasta. It was
great to be home in so many respects.
On Wednesday evening I met my pal, who has
a serious illness and her husband Brian O’Hara is very worried about how he’s
going to cope with it in the coming years.
For the moment I’ll call her Manola Louboutin because she is trying to
keep this a secret she has promised him she will join Shoeholics Anonymous as a
matter of urgency!
We went to Guy’s in Merchant City which is
charming, homely and filled with character and beautiful paintings which are
for sale if your in the market for wall dressings. It’s perfect for me sitting, chatting
and eating in an art gallery. The only
thing missing was a big bookcase but it would be unsociable to sit and read at
the table.
We did actually meet a smashing, wee
Guy who was very sociable. He came over
and sat beside us pretending to own the place.
He was lovely and extremely knowledgeable about the venue and the
menu.
The Wee Guy, think his name was Vincent
Cowan, even gave me advice on the best places to eat next time I am in New
York. He seemed to know an awful lot about food
and suggested he might invite us to some sort of dinner party. After he left if Helen, the secret pal,
asked if I thought it might be something to do with swingers or something?
I would actually love this kind of event but
I think you need to have a partner to gain entry and I immediately regretted not
taking up the offer from the old guy at the next table who'd tried to ‘pull me’. I thought he was too old but Helen, my anonymous
pal, told me, when I went to the toilet she found out he was only 55. FFS he must have had a right hard shift!
1977 No Comment Please!
I’ve not been pulled since 1977 and that
was the one and only time. It’s me that usually
does the pulling but I’m not in the frame of mind, or body, at the moment to
wrench some poor guy off his couch and force him to put his teeth in, trainers
on and wash the black dye off his hair to go for a run in the park! It would be too challenging and I’m certainly
no walk in the park.
Anyway, how do those swinger things
work?
What if you turn up with a really hot guy (I
could borrow that George from Il Capo to take along). Then you arrive and all the other guys are in
their late fifties, baldy, with big fat bellies. Do you then stick with the one you brought? Where’s the point to that because seriously,
if you really fancied your partner/husband/spouse/other half/fly guy you wouldn’t
be going in the first place. Would you?
Unless it was Gorgeous George of course he’ll
never have to swing unless, of course, his lady requests this and he’d be far too
much of a gentleman to say ‘No’ and would readily escort you to watch you
having sex with someone else!
Honestly, he’s that charming….and accommodating.
Here’s a wee end note about the song ‘Caruso’ is one of the most beautiful I’ve
heard and tells the story of the aging composer when he was losing both his senses
and sight. He falls in love with one of
his young students. Both Bocelli and
Pavarotti have done versions of this song but my favourite is by Lucia Dalla.
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See you the next time!
Mx
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