20/09/2010

CAKE WAR!

Monday the 20th of September, the day of the epic Lionhead Cake War.

The battle was long and hard. Since everyone suffers from cake OD/cardiac arrest some form of truce has settled amongst the two floors. Both kitchens look like true battlegrounds and only pictures now remains from the glorious sugary cupcake artillery and layered cake cavalry. To all of you who baked, you are TRUE HEROES!










08/09/2010

WAR

Hereby I, sir Maddy Bakealot du Cake, declare a Cake WAR on Fable floor. The battle will be taking place in each floor's kitchen on the morn of

MONDAY THE 20th of SEPTEMBER 2010.

I request help from all able fellow team Milo members. Stand and Bake for your Floor, Honour and everlasting Glory!


Be warned all ye who stand against the Knights of the CakeTable. My loyal ally Princess Anne, lady of the Cake, and promising Squire Oliver Marzipanival du Bon Bon will be baking by my side, along with King Crumpet and many, many more.

07/09/2010

Silver lining

My dear, dear fans/readers/followers/friends/celebs. I know words are useless but my conscience does not allow me to continue without an apology, however feeble it might be.

I am so truly and deeply sorry. Really I am. This can NOT continue, this absence of posts. This unforgivable lack of as you might see it, devotion, to the great and heavenly cause of this blog.

It is a long shot but maybe I can console you somewhat in your despair by stating my actions and reasons for not posting the last couple weeks. I'm alive and still have most of my limbs so no, the reasons are perhaps not fully legit. Alas I am only human (I think).

After the partial success of the Swedish week, I came back to Britain. Now I say partial success not because of what happened/ did not happen but rather because of the weather. I thought I could sneak in on the "tropical heat wave" that hit Stockholm this summer but instead I missed it and had to make do with the aftermath. Rain, that is. No beach 2010 for me it seems.

Now, one could think I would spend the following weekend in bed, recovering from the last night out in Stockholm. Yes I would say for certain that any NORMAL person would consider a night where partying went on to about 7.30 in the morning, one person (Johannes Wadin to mention names) ended up in hospital and another passing out in the bathroom, is more than enough to deserve a weekend of rest. NEJ I tell you. Nej. Warrington and a field of cream awaited me and fellow brave Swedes Miss Hjort, Chilli Squid and Marika Overpepp.
One word people. one word.

LASER!

So, what about the bag you say? Well sadly, the bag did not enter Creamfields. It did not get searched by muscled guards or thrown around on a dance floor in a tent. It did not experience "Keith" and his forceful amphetamine elbow embrace. It did not get soiled on the floor of the festival loos or get dragged back to the blue-led glowing bar of hotel Vilaggio. It looked a bit sad when I came home, but knowing my bag it wouldn’t have liked it. Not at all.

Now, to cheer you up I have an announcement to make. It is time. You, dear readers, are being privileged with a sneak peak of tomorrow’s headlines. From tomorrow, Wednesday the 8th of September 2010, Milo floor declare CAKE WAR on fable. Time and place of the Cake Off will follow shortly, but I assure you it’s in a near enough future to be stressed about it and still have time to plan and bake. Oh yes. Plan and bake.

I will also make a (perhaps empty and pointless) promise of more heads in bags next weekend. you see, there is another war I have declared recently. The war on my liver and sanity. Yes it is time for ANOTHER festival. This one is a 4 day, THEMED, festival. Bestival people, BESTIVAL. Look out for a Cat-Samurai-Reject Superhero. Eh. I mean It not ME, maybe just someone that looks a bit like me. But it isn’t. Because I'm not that retarded. Yeah.






26/08/2010

Heading to the Knif-South

I dont often find myself outside the comfort of, as we natives lovingly call it, Ofhre. However, me and Rob ventured in to the darkest corners of Stockholms Underworld. And what did we find? HERR UGGLA and Friends. Huh! Who'dathunk!

Stockholm is

Quite frankly the best city in the world, this time of year.


10/08/2010

...ITS ABOUT PARTIES.

Party. Every Friday. Now, and forever. OBEY!


.....aaaaaaaand as a little treat I give you the Milo floor pet, OLI!

03/08/2010

Head In My Book

Once again.
Lack of bag resulted in a creative session of finding something else to put heads in. The winning contribution came from miss Hjort (doh) and once suggested it was obvious that no better replacement was to be found than a Book. Let yourself be bedazzled by the splendour of the once in a lifetime special edition of HEAD IN MY BOOK!