Fold, fold, fold. I have been asked to make paper cranes for a project and after the screwed up aberrations of the first thousand few attempts I now know what I am doing, and my mind wanders as I fold and crease.
I think about my mum, and how she used to make a flat little origami box that turned into ball when she blew into it.
Why are all my brother’s facebook followers hot young women?
Why didn’t I buy that coat from the Helen and Douglas House charity shop? It was Jigsaw fergoodness sake and it was only a fiver.
I’m going to make Delia Smith’s carbonara for dinner this week. I’m sure that I saw pecorino on special in Sainsbury’s and I’ve got loads of eggs left over from Pancake Day.
I can’t believe that E4 are going to stop showing Friends. When there is nothing on the telly, at least there is that. Never mind, there’s always Road Wars on Sky.
Still folding, fold, fold, fold.
Who on earth first looked at a square of paper and thought “I can make a beautiful thing out of that”? It’s like the first person to eat a potato. A few people must have copped it from eating the leaves, or chowing down on a green potato, or else felt decidedly ropey after eating a raw potato. It takes a brave person to look at a potato and a pot of boiling water and think, “I’m going to give this thing one more try.”
Saturday tomorrow, lalalalala. Might treat myself to a Starbucks, lalalalala. With whipped cream on the to-o-op, lalalalala.
This looks bugger all like a crane actually.
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And these are just the thoughts noteworthy enough to remember. Imagine all the dross that rattled around in my skull and left no impression whatsoever. That must have been real quality.
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Here, have a video. Wonderfully literal and it looks like the template for every karaoke video ever. Love the song.
I bet the first eaten potato was baked. I’ll betcha someone found one fetched up against the smoldering remains of a fire, and it had gotten all hot and mealy and they got that “ah-ha!” moment.
Of course it took centuries more of developing agriculture until there was butter, cheese, and finely chopped onions to top it, but still, a baked potato, plain, beats a raw potato pretty much any old day.