Friday, 16 January 2009
Took me a while to decide the best way to ice a cake for a Film Noir themed birthday party. My humble blueberry-jam filled victoria sponge had to contend with grandma's heavy duty fruit cake, and both desserts were up against the huge bowl of candy sticks I had bought for guests to smoke.
I am reminded of the noiresque monologue I saw Greg Fleet doing in Edinburgh. The best joke went something like this: "I walked up to the airport desk with a dead vulture under my arm. The air hostess said, you wanna put that in the baggage handler? I said, 'No.... it's carrion.' "
Bonus shot of film noir twenty-first birthday party in action. Note expert candy stick deployment: