Author Archive: Lesley Jakobsen
The Stunt Man
Swivel-eyed loon, Peter O'Toole
(with a Minority Report and a PS) (Director R. Rush) (1980) Tedious, unhinged and thin. Yes, that’s both The Stunt Man and its eyerolling star, the world’s worst actor, Peter O’Toole. Why is Charles Manson blond? Who COULD that old woman in the water be? There’s something about a bridge. O’Toole leers insanely from a helicopter. People’s legs are shot off, or not. Let’s all applaud for no reason. Barbara Hershey wanders about in a Barbara Hershey shaped mist. What the heck is going on? Who could care? MINORITY REPORT – PETER SAYS:- Yes, this film has problems. Yes, O’Toole invariably…
Continue Reading →2015 : The Year of Teacosies?
Wishing everyone a Very Happy New Year. ♥♥♥AN UPDATE – INSTRUCTIONS FOR THIS TEAPOT CAN BE FOUND HERE AND HERE♥♥♥ I have made a floral teacosy for my friend L – it was to be a Christmas present. But…..so now it will be a birthday present for February. The basic pattern for the teacosy came from Crochet by Raymond, a fabbie site (Raymond is a cat, BTW). I found patterns for the flowers and leaves from all over the place. For more SENSATIONAL teacosies, do have a look at my Pinterest board, “Crochet and Knitted Teacosies” (Should that be “crocheted”? …
Continue Reading →Bistro Vue
(Picture by A12, Wikimedia)
Wouldn’t it be nice, if like a girl who comes out of her emo stage and puts on a pink dress, Australian restaurants decided that now it is ok, in fact perhaps even desirable, to look pretty. Bistro Vue in Little Collins Street, Melbourne understands that it is ok and its eclectic, Frenchy, art nouveau style quite warmed the cockles of TVC‘s heart – starved as we are for carpet, flowers and colour. L regretted not choosing the snails when the neighbour’s molluscs, little balls in pastry, were served. P’s onion soup was almost as good as his version, but…
Continue Reading →Stokehouse
Melbourne, December 2014 What is a stokehouse? We came across this sister to the restaurant with the same name in Brisbane when dragging ourselves through the Melbourne alleys, too weak from fatigue and hunger to care. We never did find out, but it doesn’t matter. We spurned the packed, noisy bar for the upstairs restaurant which happened to be as packed and noisy but also light and airy. Virtually the only decorations are large chandeliers wrapped in string nets which we eventually decided we liked. I had to try the peach gazpacho. It was disappointingly sans peach as far as…
Continue Reading →France Soir
Google Maps suggested that we could walk to this restaurant from our Melbourne central hotel. Wrong. Luckily we chose to cab it through the leafy suburbs to this hole in the wall gem. France Soir is a treat. The provincial French theme may not suit those hardy souls who prefer minimalism and modernity but it suited TVC right down to the butter (butter!) served with the bread. The garlic snails were too garlicky for words and the bouef bourginon was black and unctuous. Pommes frittes come with the main courses. We were invited to have another drink despite the diners…
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