Swell or Swill?

Swill or Swell? Savvy or Shite? This is the page of stuff we like and think you should like too. Though you may not like it. But thats fine with us.

Having discovered the Thai Orchid very early in my Cornwall pilgrimage now means that merely reading the menu is enough to make me salivate. Whether stopping in for several hours to sample pretty much everything, or grabbing a quick takeaway for decadent enjoyment in my own living room, it’s definitely swell. NH.

Given that the South West's flaccid attempts at winter are usually doused in a curiously penetrating haze of mizzle, it is moistly gratifying to be met with the occasional crisp slap in the face of a Cold Winter’s Morning.
Framed by clear blue and blindingly lit, the cold winter morning can be excused for painful ears and optic effluent. With a much needed escape from the drudgery of seasonal gloom, and a reminder that the sun does exist, the cold winter morning may even be forgiven for robbing men of their testicles until lunchtime. JP.

The kids are getting older younger. Check out Playmobil 3180: The HAZMAT crew.
Yes, its one of the coolest toys around. But where does the toy industry go next? Police Alsations with realistic biting jaws? Multipart Abu Ghraib playset? Who knows.

I think that the Gyllyngvase Beach Cafe is swell, and certainly not swill. It’s wonderous to accompany your dancing britches and bitches down to the cafe a cote du mer for stripey red lager and feisty funk courtesy of The Barnaby Ray Quartet or The Baker Brothers, and sometimes even for pleasant UK hip-hop people. NJ.

I love bookshops. Particularly ones that classify themselves as ‘art’. No surprise then that I was a little bit chuffed when Falmouth Arts Books came to town - what other place has that same childhood sweetshop feel to it? A myriad of tomes, often mysteriously shrinkwrapped, containing who knows what wonders. And always the thought lingers, that one of them, maybe, just maybe, will turn me into a decent designer. Frankly, any shred of hope is worth the money... TP.

Staff

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