I love this new fire table from Bali that I got this week. The Sacramento evenings have been just cold enough to sit around the fire and enjoy a nice “shot” of whiskey. Looking at this photo now, I can see that’s not just a stiff pour, but it’s damn near rigor mortis.
Here’s a photo from the following night. I’ll admit I only bought this Spellbound wine because I like the Siouxsie and the Banshees song of the same name. The fire is wonderful and I can stare at it for hours.
Speaking of which, there’s a particularly cunty entry about Morrissey working with Siouxsie in this excerpt of his deliciously pretentious Autobiography here. “How churlish”, indeed!