In the eve, we headed to Cafe Moroc for a wonderful birthday dinner. Bear with me whilst I gush: if you are looking for somewhere in Rochester for dinner that is intimate, has great food and incredible service – go to Cafe Moroc. I’ve rarely been so delighted with a restaurant. They don’t know the thanks that is about to hit them in the face. Watch out boys…you’re about to get thanked.
Please excuse the grainy photos! The food was utterly sublime, and several bottles of complimentary fizz were provided as a surprise. It was just lovely. Great food, great wine and wonderful company. It was a life-affirming dinner, and what more could you want for your birthday?
|The BF’s sister (BFS) and I having a wee cuddle|
A couple of months ago, down in Kent we had a sunny weekend of truly remarkable proportions. It was a delight, and the hot-and-sweaty-ness made me reminisce of the days of yore back in the colonies. It was that very weekend that the launch party of the Rochester Lit Fest took place, in the gardens of Eastgate House. What fun!
The day was utter bliss to be honest, with readings by Philip Kane and Bill Lewis (two relatively well known Medway poets), and an open mic session where many members of the public – including the BF above – were able to perform their work in front of the audience.
There were a couple of lovely stalls, bunted! were there as well as the lovely illustrator Ben Cameron (more exciting news on Ben very soon!!) and we all got to sit in the sun, listen to music and sell some wares. What more could a girl want on a Sunday?
What was most exciting of all was seeing the reception to the Lit Fest. It’s being run by three of the writers I respect most in Medway – Philip Kane, Jaye Nolan and my beloved editor Emma Dewhurst. I have complete and utter faith in them and look forward immensely to the events next year. I helped out on the day, and we all felt that there was this surge of interest in local literary events – over 100 people came to the event, and the majority of them stayed all day! Unheard of!
I felt so inspired, and so utterly pleased that I’ve found this lovely glorious vibrant nest of people on my doorstop who love literature and their community as much as I have grown to love them. I may even have jumped on the bandwagon and started a little literary event of my own….more on that soon…..
Saturday 7th July saw the start of a week of the Medway Open Studios Festival, where local artists are throwing their doors open, and welcoming tout le monde into their studios for a stickybeak.
|There I am!|
I was helping Heather Burgess, the festival director, out on Saturday, manning the pop-up gallery at the Deaf Cat Studios on Rochester High Street. It was a lovely start to the weekend, and this is essentially what happened:
- looking at interesting local art
- drinking coffee
- listening to records
- getting attacked by a pigeon of death
- being submitted to an awkward attempt to sell makeup (Why do salespeople do that? It was a gallery, for pete’s sake, is it really appropriate to try and sell me crappy makeup? Is it ever appropriate to try and sell me crappy makeup? I’m going with no.)
- being handed out a flyer that will save my eternal soul from damnation. What a lark.
|Goofy look model’s own
The Rochester Vintage Society and Demelza present:
I am very pleased to note that Rochester (baby) is upping the ante in the awesome stakes. Not only have two new vintage stores opened up in the last week (yay), a friend has opened a new bar/restaurant (which I have already graced with my supremely drunken presence – oivay) but our favourite café is now hosting night time gigs with wine. And beer. And music.
So I am going to dedicate a little corner of my much loved but under-utilised blog, to the amazingness that is Rochester. It took me the best part of a year to not hate that I was living here, but you know, fuck it! It’s better to love the place you’re in, rather than spend your life wishing you were somewhere else. If you just scratch the surface, just a little bit, you’ll find amazingness that you thought only belonged to people who were cooler or richer or more interesting than you. Not so, sir.
This Friday 16 September, The Deaf Cat Café (the aforementioned favourite café) is playing host to Don Gallardo, ‘a Nashville-based singer/songwriter who unites introspective lyrics, gritty twang, and honey-warm vocals, producing a rootsy, personal sound that exists between the boundaries of Americana, Folk, and 70’s classic rock.’
I don’t know about you, but that shit sounds right up my fucking alley. I’m there. SO freaking there. I’m going to take pictures, so stay tuned folks. Sit back and enjoy the magic.
There was un vintage fair trés charmant in the high street today, and here are some delights that I picked up! I’ve been contemplating sandals quite bit recently, as Summer is on her way (no matter what they try and tell you, I swear she is!) and I’ve been feeling the need to crack out some cool nail polish.
I love the colour of the leather, and not being new they have that lovely soft feeling of aged leather, so they’re really comfortable to wear. I do need another notch put in to make them slightly tighter, but it is definitely love. I might have to wear them to bed, I love them so much.
I think Jesus sandals are the way to go this Summer. Do it. Join us.