jar jar

Tomorrow I’m off to Cornwall for the weekend. I’m staying with a friend who today sent me up a shopping list of the kind of strange and healthy foodstuffs he has difficulty locating amongst the pasties and clotted cream that populate the shelves of most Cornish shops — black eyed beans, rose coco beans, coarse cornmeal, ground coriander, that sort of thing. Tonight I visited Kilburn’s premier supplier of grains and pulses to obtain the items (Food World, a traditional family-run store with a bewildering array of delights for any food nazi), to discover that they have a life-size statue of Jar Jar Binks guarding the front door.