It’s About Time I Kick This Thing Off
T and I went for a wander south and east to visit a Korean run toy shop called Kids Land. It’s a maze of wonder for T with hedges of toys drawing her in on every corner. She was soon lost and shouting for, “Daddy!” It took me a while to find her as I was off in a completely different direction looking for a Crayola Color Wonder pen needed to, hey presto, bring colour to a Dora the Explorer colouring book she got for Christmas. Alas there were none in stock so I bought a Play-Doh Fun Factory instead. It enables you to “squeeze and mold crazy shapes.” Play-Doh’s always a winner, providing hours of endless fun (for me not her).
Instead of heading back to the house we meandered into Koreatown, which I find fascinating. It seems somewhat forbidden. LA is a segregated town with the people from different ethnic backgrounds sticking to their own areas and shopping districts. Whenever I wander into cafes in its vicinity I’ve always been the only non-Asian person present (imagine if the curry houses of Brick Lane were only frequented by Asians… weird huh?). I’m always treated well, although people tend to stare. It’s never malicious interest, at least it doesn’t feel like it is. It’s more as if people are wondering why I would enter the place as it’s not the norm. A strange experience. You step off the streets of LA into the interior of Seoul.
On the way back I noticed that the Editors are playing at The Wiltern on February 9th (note to self, get tickets). The Wiltern is one of the oldest theatres in LA dating back almost 100 years. That’s the LA equivalent to stonehenge. It’s name comes from the fact that it’s on the corner of Wilshire and Western. I know, genius.
On our return home T scuttled out into the back garden while I started lunch. A simple tomato sauce for spaghetti. I made two vats of the stuff, one for T (no chilli) and one for Clare and I (loads of chilli). T got bored of playing with the Play-Doh and joined me in the kitchen while I cooked. She loves to get involved and couldn’t wait to tuck in. She’s been off her food of late. Like the rest of this house, she’s recovering from flu - a virulent US strain that is obviously new to our poor European army of antibodies.
T’s now having a siesta and Clare is upstairs as I write, reading a script called Rich Women: A Users Guide. It’s written by E. M. Rees, a successful UK author, famous for writing a number of novels with Josie Lloyd. For more details on their books click here. I just ran up the stairs to ask her what it’s about. Here’s what she said, and I quote, “It’s a modern day take on The Graduate.” Producers love scripts that can easily be pitched in just one sentence, and the more successful, money spinning films you can link it to the better. She feels slightly uneasy about me mentioning scripts etc. in my blog but if I’m going to write one about being a house husband in Hollywood I’ve got to add a few showbiz nuts and bolts otherwise I might as well be the house husband from Hull. No offence, to its residents. I’ve heard it can be lovely in June.
Anyway I must dash, T will be waking soon and we’re off in search of of a Color Wonder pen. Will we find our elusive holy grail? Tune in next time to find out.
Adios.
