since i’m the single-minded, wordy type this is my first foray into the flotsam and jetsam of salvage so i’ll try to keep it low on word count and high in fibre.

y’all should check out this essay by sufjan stevens on the asthmatic kitty website about the perils of newly identified ‘friend-rock’ because, well, because the man speaks truth.

readers in london need to know about the newly opened cafe, the table on southwark street, se1. i pride myself on making breakfasts of champions and frankly it hurts when loved ones tell me they’ve just had the best breakfast ever and i’m not wearing a pinny. which is what happened this weekend

*stony silence*

but i’m girl enough to swallow my pride and admit that damn yes, my buttermilk pancakes aren’t that fluffy…

yet.

so until they are and since i can’t have you all round for my raspberry french toast and rocketfuel coffee head to the near perfect table (and ignore the opening times posted on the website - they’re wrong) which lives on the the ground floor of architectural practice, allies+morrison, behind the tate modern.

and lastly, and only not getting a post of her own since she’s hot tops on hypemachine’s search lists so there’s already an abundance of new feist material out there - do listen out for her new album, the reminder (great artwork too) which hits shelves and broadband connections at the end of april. here’s one of my favourites - a late-night, rufus wainwrighty-type, blue-eyed, torch-song which i’ll hijack to dedicate to my little brother (who’s more of a vintage port and stilton alexander) but its looking like ‘the reminder’ is an album which is bound to be the soundtrack to my springtime snow and sunshine.

 feist - brandy alexander