Sunday Playlist: ‘Food’ – 9/7/17

Food, glorious food! Hot sausage and mustard! (You know, I realise now that I must have grown up a bit, because before, that ‘hot sausage and mustard’ lyric used to sound gross, but hot sausage and mustard now sounds so delicious. Pease pudding, which comes later in the song from Oliver!, still sounds gross, mind.)

FOOD! I’ve pulled together playlists on the most random of themes before, but – until TODAY – have yet to line up 10 songs in a sort-of considered order about the thing that brings several moments of joy into my life each day – food.

So, without further ado *clears throat and chokes on biscuit*, here are songs you can play while you’re standing by the microwave. ‘Come and get it!’

Hear it here.

*spend my time just drinking wine and looking at the view*



You know what, I have so much to do (only bleedin’ going to Glastonbury next week ain’t I!) but I’ve just rediscovered another old album I used to adore and feel compelled to write about it. When starting this blog, I never intended for it to be music-based but I suppose it’s turned out that way because I find it has more substance than fashion or whatever.

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Anyway, (this is going to be HEY! Here’s a really short post as the pasta’s boiling over constantly) but I’ve been listening to The Kinks are the Village Green Prevesation Society, because for school we had to find something about ‘looking back’, and for me- in both way- it reminds me of looking back to when I was listening to it, and also reminds me of long summers of my childhood.


Here are some links I really have to go eat (hunnnnnnnnngry):

Do you remember Walter?

Sitting by the Riverside (sigh sigh sigh):

Village Green:

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Friday I’m in love – (+ stuff I’ve been gawping at with my eyes and my ears this week)

I felt like I had to write to stop me from eating another Mars Bar…(I blame me because I have no willpower of any sort! I blame the weather! I blame hormones! I blame society!)

Hey, look- it’s Friday! Here’s some stuff I’ve been listening to/reading/scrolling through this week:

Reading: Jean- Paul Sartre- Nausea


Or, attempting to read. I picked this book up in Paris , after completely falling for In Camera, one of his more famous plays. You can watch the Harold Pinter-starring film of it in its entirety here.

This book is pretty heavy, the blurb summaries the plot in the following ways:

  • Antoine Roquentin, a French writer who is horrified at his own existence
  • In impressiontic form he ruthlessly documents every sensation
  • His thoughts culminate in a pervasive overpowering feeling of nausea

Etc etc. For some reason though, it’s the book I’ve been reaching for to deter from doing any revision, some of the consciousness of Roquentin (and presumably Sartre) is so similar to mine I could DIE:

“I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don’t want to think any more, I am because I think that I don’t want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!”

It is at this point that I have to run up to my room, don’t write ANYTHING for a few hours and turn up, I don’t know, BEYONCE really loud. Poor Sartre had no Beyonce, so he wrote books and made money instead.

Still, a very interesting read (especially if you like language and how it works, too), full of daily observations of people which is ultimately timeless, as people rarely change.

Listening to: (people talking about very little all day, radio, the wind blowing horrendously outside & every CD in my collection) but last night I fell asleep to: Richard Hawley’s True Love Gutter.


His sixth album, Hawley is such a fave because of his deep, full-of-tone voice and rockabilly style. Another I listen to a lot is Coles Corner, which is a really sweet album about a place in the town where he grew up in where lovers used to meet to go on dates and such.

True Love’s Gutter is for those kind of sad days, when it’s raining- and you feel like going to sleep just to stop thinking for a bit. I listened to it quietly last night and when I woke up it was the morning, so it has the lullaby-feel to it.

Track 5, ‘Don’t get Hung Up in your Soul’ is just, unfgh, when he’s all like

“Baby don’t get hung up in your soul/don’t let them make your heart grow old”

I’m getting all fangirl now, and I’m sorry.

Scrolling through: Rookie, (obviously)- and various blogs including this sweet one with hella illustrations by ‘esmeblegvad‘ of whom I know nothing about apart from I like what she draws. I don’t own this, obviously, but this is her style- and it’s cute.


Go play and have fun.