Wednesday 21 October 2009

lemons never lie*

One of my mother's favourite jokes:

Drunk man: Barman, do your lemons have legs?
Barman: No.
Drunk Man: Damnit. I've just squeezed your canary into my gin.

It doesn't sound so grotesque out loud, interestingly.

I am sifting through pictures prior to putting together the inspiring kitchen photo essay, which I think might have to come in several parts.


* Novel title, by Richard Stark. It's a good novel title.

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