I'm back home from Basel now, and my first thought on entering my flat is "oh my gosh, this place is filthy!" That's what happens when you spend a weekend in a flat that's actually nice and tidy. I'm going to have to clean up, there's no getting away from it.
Anyway, while I was there, I was persuaded by the artist Rubén Grilo (who exhibited me at Liste and whose work you should all go and admire) to try gazpacho, which I previously only knew of from jokes on Red Dwarf and the Simpsons. I'd always sort of assumed it was exactly the same as the tomato soup you can get from a Heinz tin, only not heated up, but actually it's really quite nice! I'm going to order it the next time I'm eating in a fancy restaurant (which, as you know, I do as little as possible). This new culinary delight comes hot on the heels of some other friends persuading me to try a bit of kiwi fruit a couple of weeks ago - I've always maintained that I don't like it, without ever having eaten any, but in fact, it's not all that bad after all! Tastes much more like strawberries than anything green has any right to. I still don't trust it.