Sun, sunburn, and the perfect omelette

So it's been sunny. Nice, but not my favourite. Particularly the beach. It's just a bit boring really isn't it? So I went to Bournemouth yesterday, had a look at the beach, concluded it was still there, still boring, and went home. Passes the time I suppose.

More excitingly yesterday I also made an absolutely perfect omelette. Perhaps for most people this might not be a great achievement... but after nearly 22 years of definitely NOT liking eggs, I've decided they're all right, especially omelettes and quiches. In fact pretty much exclusively omelettes and quiches. That's as far as I've ventured into the world of eggs so far. Anyway, yesterday my omelette was absolutely perfect. Cooked to perfection on both sides, and, more excitingly, I successfully flipped (twice) and there were no rips or tears, and it maintained a perfectly circular shape. One of the best meals of my life, mhmm.

Also Anäis Mitchell - Hymns for the Exiled - corker. Here's my review

Firstly I’d like you to take a moment to appreciate the two dots above the ‘a’ in Anäis, which is spent a fair amount of time trying to find. And make no mistake, I only did it because Anäis herself has taken the time to make a sublime album.

1984 is a brilliantly innovative cross between the tune of Prince’s 1999 and references to George Orwell’s 1984, resulting in the line: ‘we’re going to party like its 1984’. Who said disco couldn’t be intelligent.

It’s a simply made album, recorded in a barn with just guitar and vocals, making it charming, quaint, and quintessentially folk. However, Hymns for the Exiled goes a little deeper than your average folk album – more Joni Mitchell than Fairport Convention, and Anäis displays the singing and songwriting skills of someone a lot older than her relatively few years. Loveliness not to be taken lightly.

Also if you're a Maccabees/Cajun Dance Party fan, check out The Thirst, they're rather enjoyable.

Other than that I'm sitting around waiting to do my exam and then go home and properly begin my monumentally long summer. Laterz (ironic z).