Tuesday, 6 May 2014

2024 - I'll be an old dinosaur by then.

10 years. That's a long time ahead isn't it? But then this is my eighth year of blogging and I would have sworn I had been doing it for longer so what do I know about the relativity of time??

Anyway 2024 is 10 years away,  3653 days, 87658 hours and far too many minutes and seconds to be arsed figuring out but it will be a lot. A really big lot. I will be older and probably grey-haired and who knows? I might actually have a crafty finish under my belt.

Monday, 5 May 2014

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.

Yes, yes, I am one of the hippiest of hippy groupings. I am a 'head in the clouds/feet on the ground' kind of chick, I love company but am a loner. I am a forward thinker without a care for what other people think. I go my own way and where I lead people will follow. Also according to the pictures I am pretty ace at tipping water out of a jar.

Hello my name is trash and I am an Aquarius. Aquarius. Aquariuuus. AAAAQUUUARIUUUS!!!!!

 

Sunday, 4 May 2014

Early memories

My girl, my Princess CurlyWurly as was, is doing her first year of GCSEs this year. That means that she is half way through her teenagerdom and only has four term of formal schooling left. I know. Let's all just take a minute.

One of her electives is Psychology and they have been discussing memory. Apparently she is able to pinpoint her earliest memory to an exact date and time. She remembers the streetlights being very close to her head and hands as her Dada carried her around the corner to a friend's house at early-in-the-morning'o'clock while I stayed home birthing her little brother.

Mine in the other hand is sitting on the bench front seat of my parents' Kingswood station wagon playing with my best beloved teddy bear, Snowy. We were at Naringal School to celebrate its centenary, I guess I was 3 or 4.

I hope that her earliest memory engenders the same feeling of comfort and love that I get from mine.

Saturday, 3 May 2014

Changing tracks - a song that reminds you of a time in your life



I am a singer. Not in a choir. Never going to see me on 'The Voice' or 'Briatin's Got Talent' but often and without even realising it I sing. Out loud. Frequently in public. Like walking around the supermarket picking groceries off the shelves. Or just because it is a beautiful day. I like the sounds of songs, the rise and fall notes make when they are pushed forward into the world, the comfort that comes from hearing a long known song. Each beat of music and syllable of lyric in the place it is supposed to be, just as it is on your own record at home.

I don't often play music in the house; mostly because I adore Radio Four and there is very little that will make me switch over from it but also because one of CK's favourite wind-ups pasttimes is to delve into Youtube and play every daggy song he can find. On repeat. There may be a little emotional scarring on my soul.

When the children were much smaller they (and by that I mean CK) recorded their favourite music videos. They were about 4 and 7. Like they even knew what their favourite videos were but that is the story there father has spun so we go with it. I know every frame and every pause in the music clips for 'Hit me Baby One More Time' by Britney Spears and more respectably 'Don't Speak' by No Doubt (or as it is called her the 'PashPash Song' bc the Boychild thought that was the chorus) and 'I Get Knocked Down' by Chumbawumba.

A few years back CK bought me 'Silk degrees' by Boz Scaggs as a surprise giftee and within a week I had the kids word perfect on 'Lido Shuffle' and we would play it with the volume turned all the way up to 11, the windows down, driving up and down our High Street after tennis on a Sunday morning. The kids not only roaring out the words but doing the 'bedoombly dume, bedoombly dume' key changes as well.

Sometimes I am such a proud mother.

Friday, 2 May 2014

A favourite movie. Just one?

Not sure it is possible to pick one favourite movie because I spent my teenage years in a darkened living room along with a half a dozen of my siblings or closest friends-I haven't-spoken-with-since-school-finished watching all the latest releases on video. Video! Latest releases that were only 12 months+ out from their cinema release.

We sat through hours of 1980s dross to catch the occasional pearl but we were beyond enamoured that we could sit on our own living room with the power to stop the movie. Or make it go backwards. Or zip it forwards. All at will and all through a little handheld gizmo that transmitted our every command to the video recorder through a thin and always cunningly camouflaged wire which snaked across the floor, successfully navigating the chip (crisp) packets, cordial (squash) glasses and plastic movie boxes littering its way.

If I had to pick a 'Desert Island ' list of movies my first pass would include (in no particular order) -
The Blues Brothers
Toy Story
Roman Holiday
Dirty Dancing
Some Like It Hot
The Usual Suspects
The Princess Bride
Eddie Murphy Raw
Richard Pryor Live

Yes it is true, I am a 'fluffy bunny' film kind of girl. I don't like gory horror films very much and I like psychological horror even less. I like films that make the world seem a little bit less grim for the time I am watching, whether that is because they are light and fluffy in and of themselves or because the story is so gripping all else gets forgotted (mentioning no names : The Ususal Suspects).

Factor in to this that it is an hour's drive to my nearest cinema and my inherent apathy means that I rarely see a film in its natural habitat. If it doesn't come to my house in some form I am unlikely to see it. This does not however preclude me from participating in conversations about new releases bc the ads trailing the new films include just about anything you need to know. That and my well-developed bullshitting ability have seen me through so far.

The lack of direction by their parents combined with this distance from civilsation means that neither the girlchild nor the boychild are particularly up to date on their film watching either ... although ... over the Easter holidays the boychild and I bought 'Thor: The Dark World' just because we could and quite frankly at £10 and the cost of a packet of Pringles I reckon I still came out miles ahead than if we had gone to the cinema. Then 'Frozen' came to my local Arts Centre cinema so the boy and I went to watch so we could find out what came after the line "Let it go, let it go..." Again money well spent bc of the travel costs, etc but also bc it was lovely to meet my godbaby there with his big sisters. They sat in front of us and I kept flicking bits of stuff at the back of Will's head to annoy him. Three days later the dvd found its way back to my house in my grocery shopping and all three of us spent one of the few sunny afternoons of the holidays sitting in the darkened room belting out the lyrics to 'Do you wanna build a snowman' and 'Let it go' with great enthusiasm. As I sat there I heard echoes of my teenage self living through one of those lost video-weekends.