{"id":74,"date":"2009-09-23T09:06:00","date_gmt":"2009-09-23T09:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jamesramsden.com\/2009\/09\/23\/the-perils-of-raw-veganism-and-alcohol"},"modified":"2009-09-23T09:06:00","modified_gmt":"2009-09-23T09:06:00","slug":"the-perils-of-raw-veganism-and-alcohol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jamesramsden.com\/2009\/09\/23\/the-perils-of-raw-veganism-and-alcohol\/","title":{"rendered":"The perils of raw veganism and alcohol"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I have a confession to make. I have not stuck completely to my raw ve-guns. This is what happened. I went to a friend’s<\/a> for dinner last night, already hungry from a day’s disastrous eating – a lunch of thai coconut soup went awry when I had the mexico idea of trying to blend raw carrot and ended up with something like a cold curdled curry. The soup actually had potential. Coconut milk, ginger, chilli, lime zest and juice, coriander, grated carrot and cucumber. It tasted good<\/span> – its texture was not. Later that afternoon, passing a grocer, I scooped up an apple – a bad apple, it turns out. I have always said that the definition of disappointment is biting into a furry apple. On this occasion that crunchless mouthful was less a case of disappointment and more one of abject despair.<\/p>\n

So I was famished. But my transgression didn’t come in the shape of food. No, I was tricked, heartlessly, mercilessly, wonderfully, into drinking bourbon, the sweet brown liquor slipped surreptitiously into a simple but delicious cocktail with cranberry and lime (Nic’s invention, so says he). Bourbon is cooked, I was later told, and so I had technically slipped up. Technically<\/span>. But I was not about to start feeling guilty – 9 days had passed and not a morsel had passed my lips that wasn’t kosher. I was, however, about to start getting horrifically pissed. It transpires that drinking on an empty stomach is not a wise venture, and by the end of cocktail number one I was already feeling oiled. 5 hours later I was playing the piano in Last Days of Decadence on Shoreditch High Street. In my head I sounded like Rachmaninov. I probably sounded more like the submissions for the under 7s piano competition at Ripon Cathedral Choir School (there is some hazy recollection of chopsticks being wheeled out at one point). I certainly had a rip through my piano staple, Neil Young ‘Till the Morning Comes’. Unfortunately when the morning did finally come, I found myself nursing the most almighty hangover since the fall of the Berlin Wall. If you did happen to be in Last Days last night, I apologise for ruining your evening.<\/p>\n

While veganism might have stilted my own musicality last night, it certainly worked all right for some. Here is my ultimate vegan playlist, with Spotify to boot:<\/p>\n

Meat Is Murder – The Smiths
\nClose to Me – The Cure
\nGet Gone – Fiona Apple
\nPorcelain – Moby
\nMonty Got A Raw Deal – R.E.M.
\nLime in da Coconut – Harry Nilsson
\nMy Sweet Lord – George Harrison
\nSuzanne – Leonard Cohen
\nDon’t Get Me Wrong – The Pretenders
\nNothing Compares 2 U – Sinead O’Connor<\/p>\n

Spotify playlist: Vegan Vibe: http:\/\/open.spotify.com\/user\/jteramsden\/playlist\/35LZEwuBebIEHaxUbnT5KA<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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