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Supper Club

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The supper club is held in my home in London Fields, Hackney. It is like a dinner party in the tradition of a Vietnamese feast with homemade Vietnamese food.

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Classes

Vietnamese food is about the balance of flavours, of sweet, salty and sour – there is no measuring device that can ever match your own taste buds.

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Pink Ballons

Last night: we did creative writing with Creative Writes. Before that, we had dinner. I cooked chicken and mushroom pie from Jamie’s 30 Min Meals. Went down a storm. Everyone had seconds!

Creative Writes came to Fernandez & Leluu. Check out further dates and courses on their website: www.creativewrites.co.uk

Write ‘free flow’ in ten minutes without stopping, starting with: “I am thinking…”

“I am thinking of the pink ballons floating in the summer sky as I lay on the moist, silky green grass, long enough to tickle my ears. I hear the bees are buzzing and the sound of the lazy shore, reluctantly creasing onto the stoney beach. The world seems different when I am laying down, it looks like there is more space and everything seems a little more vast and people are further away than usual.

I am thinking that I can feel my back when I lie down as it sinks to the ground like a heavy stone and my head is like a rock, hard on the dry soil. I wish I had bought a cushion to perk me up.

The voices are far away. I can hear the people talking and laughing in the still summer heat. The flies are still buzzing and sometimes, a dog strolls past, panting away in a mixture of excitement for being on a walk and a resentment for its own heavy warm fur coat. Its dribbling over a ball and bounces proudly towards its owner, eyeing up the ham sandwiches from someone’s picnic.

A roar of “owwuch” is heard in a nearby layabout and a girl is nursing her sore head. A boy comes running towards her and a football apologising frantically for kicking the ball in the unfortunate direction of her forehead. “Be careful arsehole” she yells with a grumpy look on her face. He tries not to look too amused nor react to the rolling laughter of his and her’s companions. He doesn’t want to seem rude.

I wonder if this is how we would all meet. By the chance of a ball, by the turn of a corner, by the beat of a fly’s wing. Our choice is to just take action.”

  • I a pleased you were inspired enough in the Creative Writes workshop to share your free flow, thanks Uyen!

    Thanks for making everyone so welcome yesterday and looking forward to next week.

    Nichola, Creative Writes
    http://www.creativewrites.co.uk