I’ve been thinking about tajines a lot lately. Two specific thoughts actually.
The first is kind of like the sort of thing you might see in a sketch show. Basically the premise is that a bunch of people are standing around talking and another person runs up to them, interupting and yelling "tajine!!!" and pointing to the ground off-camera. Then the camera pulls back, widening the shot to reveal a tajine sitting on the ground. I find this idea hilarious.
The second idea is to write a short story about a little boy and his adventures with his pet tajine. and yes, an actual tajine, not an animal named tajine. I think it would be a great story, if only I could find some plot to go with my characterization.
You may have heard the news that soon I shall be moving to a new living space. This, I believe, is none too soon, as the downstairs neighbour constantly plays the same track as he practices his dj skills, of which he has very few. This is the same track he has been playing since we moved in, more than a year ago. Occasionally he’d play a different track, but the we’d have to listen as he tried unsuccessfully to mix the first track into the second. After a few weeks he’d invariably abandon the second track, and continue repetatively playing the first. The thing that does my head in now though, is that he’s recently acquired a microphonce to go with whatever equipment he has already, so now we have to listen to his girlfriend obnoxiously sing off key over the same repetative track he’s been playing for the past year. Tonight she was singing about "representin’ the new microphone." Oh dear, I must get out.