I have to share a fantastic new device with you, the Philips Living Colour Iris Generation 3. I purchased one of these recently and am now using it at home and its great. I have to say that I hate relaxing in a white lit room, harsh light is not my idea of relaxation. I have a dimmable uplight but it buzzes when dimmed and is annoying in its own way. I also have a clever phasing colour table lamp but that’s just what it sounds like, a table lamp. The Iris is an LED mood light, it runs silently and cool which is great and it’s remote-controlled how cool is that? In my flat it is more than enough to set a warm glow across the entire room without any harsh white light, although it also does white. The info tells me that it can generate 16 million colours, I will have to take their word for that though.
One interesting facet of living so close to the street is what happens when you leave a mood light cycling through its 16 million colours. It really draws a crowd, so much so that I had to walk out and have a look. I think the thing that draws the eye is the yellow/orange/red transition which looks uncannily like flames. So if you hear reports of aliens landing in Essex or of flats burning all night with no damage don’t worry, it’s my cool new toy.
In other news I have just experienced a rather disconcerting example of being like my parents. As a young boy I remember, yes even that long ago, my mother drinking instead of eating it was our version of normal. Don’t misunderstand me my mother, bless her, was a loving and supportive parent but we couldn’t have cremated her without the fire brigade on standby. I still feel that I have let her down by not planting a juniper tree on her burial plot, but I digress. When I was young enough, and I guess old enough, to challenge her lack of solids she would always say “Once I’ve cooked it I don’t really want it”. In part my mothers polar switch from solids to liquids was a budgetary issue, with little income I think she could justify exchanging one for the other as not detracting from the children, it never did.
Of late I have found myself facing a similar dilemma though and it is not budgetary in my case. I have visited the local grocery stores three times today with a view to procuring food stuff for the weekend. There are two stores in town and both were visited each time and on no occasion did I purchase food. I walk around the store, consider the ingredients, form the menu and then leave. It is as if I have fallen out with food, I know that at some point later this evening I will be bored and hungry but I just can’t summon the hunger now. This has been going on for a few weeks now and it has happened before, does anybody else go off food? I don’t mean not eat, that would be ridiculous, but lose the love? I look at meat and it does nothing for me, I consider a pizza and feel bloated and sick just looking at it. Frozen and ready meals in their bright enticing packaging may as well have skull and crossbones on them. I couldn’t be less interested if they filled the fridges and freezers with decaying rats.
I think part of the problem is single living, cooking for one is soul-destroying and you really do lose interest in the results. The ready meal thing stems from time working in FMCG, but even that didn’t actually swear me off and sometimes I really enjoy a good hoof and toenail pie. I ate a bag of crisps, chips for my US readers, the other day and I swear I could feel the oil squeezing out of every one; well every one of the four I ate before I discarded the pack. The stupid thing about this is that I get angry with myself over it, I get really mad with me for failing to shop. How insane is that? I have money in my pocket, the stores have goods and then there is me walking home mentally chastising myself for failure, go figure. I think that it may be something to do with the diet of a 40-year-old single man who is only home for a maximum of three nights a week. It has been years since I ate a roast dinner and months since I ate cooked meat, its ok I haven’t eaten it raw either. I seem to trend with home cooking so mushroom risotto filled the last few weeks but I couldn’t even pick mushrooms up today so I guess that is off trend.
But of course not buying food does not make me my mother’s son and self chastising my inability to shop certainly doesn’t. No what makes me my mother’s son is the last trip to the store, I walked a lap of the first store and then returned to the nearer one. Having completed a fruitless circle of the shelves, who would have though that nothing had changed since my earlier visits, I stopped at the checkout and made one solitary purchase. I walked back to my flat with the bottle of single malt that was the sum total of 6 laps of stores and then I felt like my mother’s son!
I have to post script the above by saying that the malt was just an item that I had run out of at home, it was a shopping list item and not a substitute for food. Well not intentionally anyway.