No one can say that we here at Way to Go Kevin! aren't responsive to the changing tastes of our blog-reading demographic.
Well, I suppose that somebody could say it, but he or she had better say it quietly, like under his or her breath in the form of a mutter or sotto voice. Because otherwise someone else might hear him or her and think he (or she) is a doofus.
Anyway, all that to say, here are some pictures requested by our loyal fans (or, in this case fan).
Well, let's just be up front. It was Sam. Sam wanted to see these pictures.
This is my street in Bath. The building down at the end of the street is an art museum.
My apartment is not nearly so posh as my street. It's studio with a small livingroom/bedroom and a kitchen. It's enough for me, but I feel the pinch when people come over. This was taken on Thanksgiving. It's a good thing my friends don't mind sitting on the floor. Behind the white iron lattice is my bedroom.
So this is open into the living room, but I've solved that problem with some clever use of tulle. Well, almost solved it.
The bedroom and living room make an L-shape that is filled in by the cutest little kitchen you've ever seen. (I took this picture before I moved in, it's less bare now)
Well, that's it.
Oh, and this is haggis.
I don't know if the casing in this instance is really sheep-stomach or if it's plastic. I didn't look into it. Sue me.
The potatoes and yellow stuff (called neeps) were great. The haggis was okay. It tasted like weird-tasting sausage.