Thursday, December 23, 2010

Then suddenly it's Christmas; Y ahora Navidad

So Christmassy it's untrue!
I went along with Laura, Emma, auntie Vanessa and granny Gill and grandad Richard to the Dudley Canal Trust's Christmas event to see a mini panto of Cinderella. We got to go on a barge through the tunnels to see Cinders, Buttons Griselda and finally Santa himself. And warmed back up again with a cuppa and a mince pie. Needless to say Emma had a ball!
The Collins Family
Look at that!
Then I drove to Coventry to see my mum in her choir's Christmas concert. She's in One Voice which does a mixture of lively and quiet international songs and carols. They sing Polish, German, French, South African, Gospel and just about any song from anywhere in the original language. The concert was very good, as ever, and itwas heart-warming to see mum singing her heart out. There is something really great about singing in a choir - maybe in a few years I'll go back to it because it is a joyous sensation. So here they are in action. Many people will not associate the words 'a shrinking violet' with my mother but due to her short stature and her unwillingness to stand on the front row for more than 5 minutes it was blinking difficult to get any decent footage.

And then the flu came. It was faily inescapable that after everyone in the office and also Alex got the killer bug that I would get it too. For over a week now I've been pathetic; coughing lots and generally sounding a bit like the devil. But I'm recovering, and just in time too because...

It's Christmas!
So excited... I'm getting better, all cosy and warm and the snow outside is making the world very pretty. I'm sorry. I know everyone's having a really tough time because the car won't start; their plane's been cancelled and that evil snow is making them put on 50 layers of clothing each time they need to leave the house but for me it's not been so bad. The buses carried on regardless (thank you Travel West Midlands); the streets were not completely full of annoying people because they'd all stayed at home; I've not had to face a full-on shop at Sainsbury's because we can't drive there; and a few days ago I had the first snowball fight that I can remember having (except when I got pelted in the face by Alan Cartwright at school in about the 3rd year, thank you Alan).
The tree

The hearth

el pesebre

Pads blending in

On Saturday Emma came over to help me make choc chip cookies as a Christmas present for Claire. It was the heaviest snowfall yet and instead of going on to the shops Nath and Laura ended up staying while we made our cookies. Almost 12 hours later they went home. We had the best day! Even in my flu-riddled state I enjoyed the day. We made the cookies obviously; me and Emma played lots of hide and seek, chase the cat and jump on the bed (her 3 favourite games); had dinner; watched a film; played ten pin bowling; and Alex rugby tackled me to the ground mid-snow fight. It was the best day snowed in ever!
Me and Emma mid-fight
 The only inconenience was not being able to get the car out of the drive for a few days, even despite a push from our neighbour Paddy. This could potentially put an end to our hopes for a Christmas in Coventry with my parents so watch this space...
Trying in vain to get the car out

Walking to Al's parents


Friday, December 10, 2010

And suddenly it was advent! ¡Y de repente era Adviento!

Me and Alex have been very cosy this winter. Alex has been making some delicious treats, experimenting with pastry to makedelicious apple turnovers and a caramelised banana tart... yummy. All I've wanted the last month and a half is to seek out heat. Eat yummy food and hibernate.

turnovers
We've also had some fun nights out recently. It was Laura's 30th in November and we went to La Banca in Cotteridge for a delicious Italian meal. We also met up with Pete, Vicky Steve and Leon and Teresa for a night out in honour of it being Leon's birthday, a reunion and also Pete and Vicky's engagement.
Laura's bday celebs

Pete and Vicky looking glam

Al and Steve

Leon and Teresa
I was sat in St Nicolas a few Sundays ago and suddenly it was the first weekend in Advent. The Jesse tree was up, the first advent candle was being lit and we were singing our first carol; 'Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel'. Suddenly there was something to get excited about. The last few months have been hard; the wintry nights have drawn in, the wait for the bus has got colder and my bus partner Marilyn has been put on a new rota so we no longer get to chat to pass along the time. Then suddenly the German Christmas market made its annual appearance and the lights went up and the city centre became a twinkly forest of Christmas goodies. I felt very upbeat.

That sunday, after a very lovely service, Rob the vicar announced that during the Restoration they had found the body of a small baby buried just outside the church boundary. The small child had died in the 1500's, and no doubt had been buried in secret by a distraught mother, perhaps this anonymous buriel was the closest she could get her child to salvation. After the service Rob said that he was going to give the baby a buriel and that anyone who wanted to attend would be very welcome. In the end the majority of the congregation piled out into the wintery cemetary to commemorate this sad event. It was amazing to be a part of that community. Kings Norton was a village 500 years ago and it still is in many ways. For the sake of a mother who lived centuries before any of us were born; for the love of her child we buried that baby, and felt the bonds of our own family ties all the more strongly. And that's Christmas isn't it? For the love of a small child men crossed a continent on camels looking for a miracle; Parents risked their lives and a King fled his own nightmares. God knows the trials that mother endured back in 1500. But ever since her and for many more centuries men and women will visit this church and bring their own pain and tragedy with them in the hope that they'll find some sort of peace. I love Christmas, but not just for the sparkly decorations and the presents, but because it honestly does remind me of how loved and lucky I've been. I was glad to be able to do that small thing for that mother; I hope she knows she's not been forgotten.

The congregation gather

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Selling off our forests

A few weeks ago I heard on the news about the government's planned sell-off of about 40,000 hectares of our ancients forests and woodland.


Here's how another, more well-informed, blogger sees it:



At the moment, the whole of the public forest estate is independently certified by the Forestry Stewardship Council – the Forestry Commission being the first forest service in the world to achieve this status. New owners will not be required to certify their forests, and the likelihood is that most of them won’t. Only 16% of private woodlands are currently certified. All Forestry Commission woodlands are managed under a Forest Design Plan, which determines the balance between commercial value from the timber, public benefit and environmental protection – the essence of what is known as ‘multifunctional forest management’. There’s more in those forests than money alone. However, there will be no requirement for new owners to maintain any kind of forest design plan, and their track record in this area is hardly encouraging.
And as to access, anyone who buys land freehold from the Forestry Commission is indeed required to allow access on foot, under the Countryside and Rights of Way Act, and indeed to keep open public rights of way. However, there will be no requirement to maintain forests walks in good condition, or to provide any kind of parking facilities.
And here’s the rub for Mrs Spelman and her chums in the Forestry Industry. Treasury’s principal concern here is to maximize the financial value of any forest disposals. The harder Defra tries to protect the conservation and amenity value of the forests that are being sold, the lower the sale price they will be able to command on the open market.

Having signed the petition (click here for petition) I've looked up my MP (using this link) and shall be emailing to register my concern that if this has to be done at all, that it be done well.

I love the fact that in Britain there is so much free and easy access to land that is green and in its natural state. The fresh air and the break from city life is a great plus to living in this country and the ancient woodland is our birthright; a living legacy. This is an issue that is much more than about earning some money in the short term; and if we're in such dire straits that we're forced to consider this then we should impose restrictions on how the land can be managed post-sale; thereby lowering the value as Jonathon makes in his final point and rendering the whole thing useless. Surely we could be doing better things with our time and effort than attacking such and important natural resource?

Saturday, October 30, 2010

LONDON!

I'd been looking forward and planning this trip for months with Leon and we finally went. It was a great 3 day holiday; loads of fun!

We arrived in London at 11.50 at London Victoria, hot and sweaty after a 2 and a half hour trip on the Megabus which with ten minutes to go the driver suddenly realised he hadn't switched on the fans. We were all half boiled to death, but it was very entertaining to see how embarrased the driver was! Anyway we walked to Buck house and along the Pall Mall to Oxford St for a nibble and then to Leicester Square and up Shaftesbury Avenue for the 2.30pm matinee performance of Yes Prime Minister at the Gielgud Theatre.

It's an update on the timeless classic TV show, one of mine and Al's favourites, set in a coalition government familliar for all the old YES PM jokes like 'Oh god, have I been corageous?!' - Jim Hacker (PM). It was very funny, even though we all thought the second half wimpered out a little, it still had us all howling.

Afterwards we took the tube to London Limehouse and walked to the Holiday Inn Express to check in. Our rooms were really great, it was a really decent price and even though not as central as some locations I'd definately recommend it.

Afterwards we went to Islington to a gig organised by Dan and Jo, Leon's brother and sister in Law. It was an evening of assorted rock music, quite experimental, but a good time was had by all even though we all flaked out at 11pm, meaning we missed Dan's set at the end of the night...

But we had to keep our energy up because the next day was a busy one. After a big breakfast we went to St Paul's cathedral. We were allowed in during the service and we were able to soak up the timeless energy and peace of the place while the vicar did his semon. It always humbles me to think of these places, sources of rest, healing and inspiration for thousands of people over hundreds of years. It's a beautiful place. Then we walked across Millennium Bridge to Tate Modern and spent the next 2 jhours absorbing the mass of artistic endeavours in that place. Some inspire, some frankly I find difficult to take seriously at all. But it's a great place to visit. And as with almost everything we visited, free! Sundays in the capital have a lovely atmosphere, somehow it feels calm and relaxed even though there are still loads of people about: it still has that Sunday essence. After a quick leemonade and a rest in a pub we all separated, Leon and Teresa to go and visit family and we went to see Will, Al's mate from school.











Helen Will Al and me
We met Will and Helen in Green Park station. It was a beautiful day with clear fresh air and blue skies and so everywhere we walked was extra pretty. They took us to an area not far from Green Park called Shepherds's Market, a place that reminded me of Greenwich Village in New York. We eat lunch together in a pub that was really nice, although they did have a bit of a nightmare with not having things in when we ordered. Still, even with a long wait for our food, it was a great way to relax and catch up, as we rarely get to see Will since he moved to London.

 Later on we caught back up with Leon and Teresa in Covent Garden over a cup of coffee. There was a classical concert taking place a few metres away which was very entertaining and the usual mish mash of entertainers sprinkled around the square. We took a walk to soak up the atmosphere and ended up carrying on through Soho until Leon and Teresa went home. Me and Al went on to China Town and caught a live jazz band in a bar there called Huw and Bukky. They were magnificent! We really enjoyed listening to the music and then afterwards got the munchies and headed for some food. We were in China Town so what else would we do, we found the restaurant with the most chinese eating there and sat down for a very satisfying meal. We had duck with noodles and I displayed some pretty good chopstick action even if I do say do!

Next day we went to South Kensington for The Natural History museum but unfortunately the queue went around the block so off we went to the Science Museum. Afterwards we went to Kew Gardens. We met my lovely ex flatmate Sarah at a cafe there as that's where she lives and she's currently on maternity leave and had a natter over lunch before heading to Kew Gardens itself.

I must say that Kew, though I wasn't expecting it, was the highlight. It's beautiful. And in autumn with the leaves turning even mor so. After 2 days of hecticness it was the perfect antidote. We took the treetop walk, found the Pagoda and saw one of the glass houses in detail, but honestly it's so huge you could go back 10 times before you saw it all. It's not cheap but it was worth every penny. Fabulous.

Then it was a last trip back to the centre and a meal at the American diner (We had burgers and shakes) before a very comfortable and quick train ride home, courtesy of Megabus also - cheap as chips - genius!




Posted by Picasa

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Garden Attack

You should have seen the cat's face when three men and a lorry turned up a few weeks ago to massacre the garden, sorry her garden... Appalled.





Nevertheless the pictures do a little justice to the immense amount of chopping that went on that day. 6 trees were reduced to three and the remaining three were halved in height.






It was quite exciting! It's amazing how much more light and rain gets in down the end and our poor lawn at that end is even starting to recover, just a bit. Got a project in mind to restore it to some health but that's all got to wait til the spring.



Meantime we're just enjoying our new view, and appealing to the cat for forgiveness...






Posted by Picasa

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Post Holiday blues

Well, not really all that blue to be honest. Things are going well at our respective workplaces and life is feeling settled and more or less harmonious.

While I was on holiday my colleague Hayley worked the last weeks of her notice and flew off to Hong Kong to live her exciting life 6500 miles away! So now I'm following her fun blog called Hong Kong Hayley.
Also happening with our Blogtastic friends, our friend Hez moved to the Outer Hebrides with his wife Becky last year and there they live with their little baby girl Freya and Europe's stupidest greyhound. Well it turns out Hez, who describes himself as an aspiring writer but is rather more than aspiring, has his own blog where he's published his work so I'm bust catching up with that too It's called Cruel Harvest and I'm reading his latest work, The Casebook of Edmund Forrester. It's really good so far!

Technology is also helping us stay in touch with friends and family elsewhere through the wonderful world of Skype. We've been chatting with my cousin Laura in Madrid for the last few months and when I finally bought a little camera for the computer it opened up a whole new world! Since then I've caught up with Gemma Pardo in Barcelona and most recently with Nausheen in New York. It's been marvellous, my heart leaps to think that they feel so near when usually they feel so far away!

Me, obviously

Gemma P

Laura y Erik

Nausheen

A couple of weeks ago we went to ArtsFest with Leon and Teresa; A free annual festival of arts held in Centenary Square in the heart of the city which includes comedians, bands, dance, orchestras, artists and singers. It was brilliant; we saw a solo pianist, a rock band, a brass band, a funk/soul band at the Yardbird, a dj, some short films and the opera and classical concert at the end. We visited stalls, eat an ostrich burger and an icecream, and there was absolutely masses that we didn't see. Was gutted to miss the ballet and the theatre and got lost trying to find the poetry in the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery, but wound up seeing the Stafforshire Hoard instead! All in all it was brill.

Planning a trip to London with them next - so many things to see and do before they go to live in New Zealand next year - we'll miss them so much!

Finally, at the bottom of our garden today 3 tree surgeons are attacking the trees with some ferocity - visit the blog to find out how it went!


Saturday, September 18, 2010

Summer holiday

It was a couple of weeks later that we headed off for a very long overdue holiday. Chicken soup for the soul. We were so knacked that I felt we were virtually dragging our feet through life and it was a real relief to get away.

Click here to see holiday photos

We spent the first 5 days in Cubelles and the last 4 in Barcelona, flying in and out of Reus airport (otherwise known as the chicken coop). We are lucky enough to stay in Cubelles thanks to the generosity of my tiets, my uncle RamĂłn and aunt Teresa in Igualada, Catalunya, about 2 hours away.

We love the place. It has almost no Brits, not a single translated menu, everything is in Catalan first, it's quiet, peaceful, family friendly and basically everyone in every direction is chilled out and happy. I've never once seen a policeman, or a fight, or a disturbance, or any kind of semi-impolite behaviour (except the old ladies who don't wait to be served in the queue for fresh bread at the bakery - but then that hardly counts). The kids are all out with their parents and family friends and uncles and aunts, and like I was 20 years ago they're just excited about the prospect of being allowed to stay up late and get an icecream after dinner.

We spent every day on the beach, Alex under his two parasols, the biggest variety being varying the time we spent on the beach. One day it was the afternoon, another day it was the morning and afternoon with a siesta back at the flat in between, another time it was all day with a packed lunch on the beach... The biggest difficulty of each day consisted in deciding which beach accessory to take and who would carry the cool bag. Life slowed down to Cubelles pace... just thinking about it makes me happy.
On the beach

We wandered across the river to discover a whole new section of the town that can only have been built in the last few years. Thank God the authorities are keeping to their original rule - no more than 4 storeys. One day as we walked along the new Paseo at around 8pm there was a table of yound girls, around 11, selling home made bracelets. Alex bought me one for a euro and the girls were so excited (they were only asking for 35 cents each) that we got an excited cheer as we walked away. They were so sweet! Points for being motivated enough to get together too, I hope they sold lots more.

Basically, we eat like kings, slept peacefully (even though Alex's feet hang off the end of the short bed) and felt fully relaxed by the time we arrived in Barcelona.

I was particularly excited to stay in Barcelona because I had never stayed in the city before, and even though I'd seen it on endless day trips I didn't really understand the geography of the city. Alex had his reservations but was willing to have a few days there and try it out. He wasn't sure he'd like it as much as Madrid. It's true, our visit to Madrid had been difficult to beat. We had enjoyed Amsterdam but not as much as the Spanish capital and even I had mu doubts. I'm happy to report it was ACE!

We had a wonderful time walking round, exploring the Barri Gotic, la Rivera, la Ciutat Vella. Neus and Edu came to visit us andgave us a guided tour and we also went for a drink and a meal together. It was fantastic to see them. And then Gemma P and husband Fran also popped in to say hello.
Edu Neus me and Alex
Fran Gemma me and Alex


The photos taken of us are taken on the hotel's roof - we had a bar and a swimming pool. I was a very happy girl. I must say I tried to make the most of it. I spent a few hours on a couple of afternoons sat by the pool danging my legs in the water and reading a book. I read 4 books in 9 days; Sense and Sensibility, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and The White Queen by Philippa Gregory. I loved it!

Tinc que dir les gracies per les esforços de la meva familia, L'Edu i la Neus, La Gemma i Fran, i sobretot els meus tiets amats per ajudeu-nos tenir unes vacances moltĂ­ssim relaxants i feliços. Van ser estupendes. L'Alex i jo estem sempre pensant dels nostres vacances catalans i sempre tenim anims per un altra cop! Cada any que tenim que decidir-nos on anar ens encontrem sense poder pensar d'un altra destinaciĂł on estarem tan felices. Es com estar a casa un altre vegada, i jo sempre tindre la sensaciĂł de ser una catalana, encara si es una Catalana sense manera de parlar catalan...

Van ser vacances estupendes - They were wonderful holidays!

August-September

Well I say, it's been a bit of a while since I last updated but it's been a busy old time and we've had lots of fun. So here we go.

I got back from Gemma Pardo's wedding and 2 weeks later we went to Bath for the wedding of my old uni flat mate Hannah and her lovely fiancee Jonathan. Theirs has been a real love story and it was a huge pleasure to see them get hitched. The wedding was entirely them, thit is to say it felt completely unique to them. Jonathan lives in Bath which is where Hannah and her two boys have now moved to and the wedding was in a beautiful little church in Upper Swainswick, overlooking Bath and the beautiful surrounding countryside. (Click for a link to this beautiful little church).

The ceremony was done very sensitively by a lovely priest (Valerie Howes) who proved that a church wedding can be joyful, glorious and all without thrusting religion down everyone's throats.

The bride had been brought up the steep hill from Bath in one of the groom's 'fleet' of 6 ancient, semi-decrepit Citroens, and after the photos and the obligatory confetti attack of the happy couple they drove away with a bang back down the hill in the direction of Bath and Jonathan's house. All the congregation followed and congregated again in the open plan setting of the Reeves' new home where Jonathan's nephew and his friends were very professionally dolling out canapes and seemingly endless glasses of champaign. Everyone milled, mingled, and munched until the ushers carried out another of their duties and began to sweep us all out out of the house and towards the little village hall. Myself and Alex walked with the bride and groom and Jack and Oscar (the real best men) to help steer the boys in a roughly straight line and away from the park amid calls of 'Can we go play mummy...?

Hannah, looked an absolutely stunning bride, and all the more for at least appearing sunny and relaxed even while juggling her guests, sons and a dozen other considerations. Jonathan was exactly himself, in a suit, happy, relaxed, floppy haired and delighted with his bride.

Click here for Wedding photos
Laughing at the Best Man's speech


Myself and my friend Sam had travelled up the evening before and we'd helped prepare the village hall and then made the most of the evening by visiting Bath. We'd taken in the sights and eaten out and it was really good. Alex, poor love, had had to work and he joined us at the University halls of residence where we'd elected to stay, literally 15 minutes before we were due to go to the church. The hall was light and airy and quite cute, we all sat down to a curry and then Jonathan endured a ribbing to end all others by his Best Man. The speech was lengthy, but I was too busy laughing to count how long it went on for.

After the puddings came the music and the dancing and it was midnight before were turfed out, somewhat worse the wear thanks to a free bar.

It was an emotional, but beautiful day

Friday, July 23, 2010

Gemma Pardo's wedding

 Click on the photo to see the album from our weekend in Barcelona/ Haz click en la foto para ver el Ăˇlbum de nuestro finde en Barcelona

ahora en español...
Mi primita Gemma Pardo Cruxent. La primera vez que nos conocimos tenia cinco anos y ella unos cuatro. Fuimos a jugar y desde entonces se veía que era una chica con corazón de ángel. Es paciente, hermosa, leal y calmada. Esto fue su día.
Llegamos a su casa por la mañana y la esperamos. Su papa estaba muy orgulloso y llevaba un traje muy elegante. Cuando llegaron Gemma estaba radiante y su vestido era preciosa. Nos saludamos, que bonita era verla!, y empezaron las fotos. Parece ser que en España es tradicional que el padre de bodas dese a la novia el ramo de flores y la lea una poema. La poema que la leí fue muy bonita y muy emocional y espero encontrarla y ponerla aquí. Fue bonito poder estar parte de esta tradición, aunque creo que para Gemma hubiera sido mas bonito al ser algo privada, pero quien puede contradecir las tradiciones..? Fuimos caminando a la basílica que estaba casi alrededor de su casa con los otros miembros de la familia, los tíos y tías de Gemma, y la esperábamos con paciencia. Cosas diferentes a la boda Inglesa; pues el marido entra con su madre y hace una entrada casi como la de la novia, acompañada por música, vaya! Los padres pasa toda la ceremonia mirado el uno al otro de parte de la zona elevada enfrente de los novios, o sea a ambos lados del cura. La ceremonia fue católica, claro, pero siendo un Cristiana pudo observar la mayoría de los costumbres, rezas y promesas que intercambian. No hubo canciones, claro, pero básicamente era lo mismo que cualquier ceremonia del mundo, cosa que nos une a través del globo. La ahijada, hija de amiga de Gemma, Cristina, les trajeron los anillos y un niño de la familia de Fran trajo monedas para indicar que todo que tenia Fran se lo daba a Gemma y vice versa. La ceremonia fue en Castellano, y me hizo reír que tuvo mas catalán en mi ceremonia que en suyo (mi prima Laura leyó 1 Corinteo) , pero claro habían mucho mas Castellano hablantes que Catalanes allí. Pero Gemma y Fran habían escogido la misma lectura que nosotros, algo que me hizo sonreír porque es mi favorito parte de toda la biblia. Y bueno y esta, cosa hecha, no? Parecían tan felices al salir de la iglesia y tenia unos flores espectaculares a la entrada. En fin; todo muy bello.

De allí fuimos en coche siguiendo los primos de Perpignan, (otra Gemma (!!) y Oriol) hasta Gava. Había una recepción muy buena, muy profesional todo, y comimos y bebimos esperando la comida. Cuando nos llamaros nos sentamos al lado de la mesa de los novios con Gemma y Oriol y creo que comí mi propio peso en comida, dios mio... Todo fue delicioso. Había un disk jockey que llamo la atención cada vez que entraron los camareros, fue muy guay he hizo un ambiente muy festivo. Aun mas por que los padres de Fran son muy animados. Gritamos "Los Novios" y "Que se besen" unos mil veces hasta que reí tanto que mi cara dolía!!! Hubo un momento cuando os sentamos por primera vez en la mesa que me hizo pensar en mi prima Laura, que no pudo estar debido a tener un bebe suyo, el guapísimo Eric. Todos teniamos estas targetas con nuestros nombres escritos. El mio esta escrita Gemma Richards, pero desde casar soy Gemma Harris ya que en Inglaterra cambiamos los apellidos. Fue un momento casi casi de ja vu porque el mismo paso a Laura en reves en nuestra boda. O sea su targeta leí Laura Rodriguez aunque su nombre es y siempre sera Laura Tomas Avellana. Por eso la foto, por que me entreteno mucho! Después de todo el pastel se elevo por arriba desde el suelo acompañado por música llamativa y la pareja se lo corto con una espada!!! Imagínate! Osea que hubo un gran fiesta. Después nos trasladaron a una habitación con aire acondicionado (gracias a dios) y bailamos allí hasta el fin de la fiesta. Las cosas terminaron a las 8 de la tarde, que me sorprendió, pero Gemma estaba feliz así que yo también. Yo, mis padres y tíos volvimos al Paseo de Gracia en Barcelona para sentar y tomar el aire, ya un poco mas fresco, y bebimos una clara (o champú).

Estuvimos muy felices poder ser parte de su gran dĂ­a. Esperemos que tengan todo la suerte y les envĂ­an nuestro amor desde Inglaterra!

Life since the play

It's been a bit hectic since the play. So what I hear you cry. Or I would if anyone posted any comments for me to respond to... grrrr. Sorry, I know some of you do. I digress.

It's been a bit hectic so to summarise:
June 13th (the night after I last updated the blog) me and Hannah went on our trial hen do night out! We basically didn't know the area too well that our apartment was in so we had an excuse to party in preparation for the big night out on July 10th. It was fab. We eat very well in Pasta di Piazza of St Paul's square - the only criticism being Hannah's 'the tomatoes aren't special'. We went out to 4 bars and repeated all of them on the actual hen do so that was a success! I'd printed a map and we tottered between venues following our map, giggling as we went. It was the same night as England's opening world cup match but it was the only night we both had free. At the start of the night as I sat and waited for Hannah to turn up the match was just about to start - she was late as usual - I felt slightly bad to miss it. But considering the dire performances throughout the cup I'm glad we went out and had fun instead!

We've also had hospital appointments, Al's had to work the odd weekend and it's his busy period so he's a bit tired at the moment, we've had dentist appointments, and at work we've had the culmination of a super busy 4 month-long project that began in April. At last things in the office are a bit more 'normal'. Whatever that is. The one subject that is only conspicuous by it's absense is the topic of babies. Ours, not other people's, they of course are everywhere! Let me just say that it is on my mind probably 50% of the time, making my mind a very boring place to be right now. But at Al's request, and quite sensibly, this is a baby-free zone. At least until there is something official to report.

Then on 19 June me Alison Keizer Amie Wiberley and Gemma Morris from school all got together for Amie's 30th in Leamington. It was lovely. We went to Leamington Peace Festival which was marvellous. There was live music and lots of stalls. There was a mexican hammock company - man did I want one! I had to phone Alex cause I knew he'd be sensible and remind me we have no space for one... Later that evening we had some food and went out for drinks and it was lovely to catch up again. It was a very chilled and peaceful atmosphere at the festival. Most of the stalls sold organic and fresh produce and one had even made it's own freezer from mdf and straw! Remarkable!
It's very cool that the three of us have had very separate lives and then, through the miracle of Facebook, have renewed our friendship. We were so nervous when we got together for the first time on my birthday in April!

On the 26th June the new Doctor Who series ended and life has been a tiny bit duller since. Well at least televisually... It was a brilliant finale and even though I did take a while to warm to the new combo I had fallen in love by the end. And then, just like that it's gone and I'm forced to wait for the Christmas special. Thank goodness we're back to the series format though, I don't think I could have taken another year of those awful specials, as much as I loved DT.

On the 2nd July me and teresa drove to Cov and met up with Lisa and Danielle to go to the Godiva Festival on the memorial park. We saw some live music and hung out and bumped into people and eat possibly the worst crepes ever made and went home. It was cool! The Christians were very good. The next night we went out for LC's birthday, just a quiet one in Brindley place with me, Alex, Nathan and Claire. Claire drove us back home so we all got to have a sensible night!

The next week was Pete's 30th which Alex went to and Hannah's hen do which I went to. Alex, bless him, was my chauffeur for the day... He took me out for lunch then we bought breakfast ingredients for the next morning (getting exasperated with Tesco's in the process - NEVER shop at the one on New St...), drove me to the apartment reception to collect the keys then dropped me off at the apartment where I waited for the girls. They arrived in small groups, my mobile going off every few minutes from different hen girls saying 'I'm at the train station, do you need anything', 'where are you again?... I'm lost!', 'where do we park the car?',  'what floor is it' and finally 'we're here!' Hectic hectic hectic. But finally the hen and her chics were all gathered and we began this raucous party with... a cup of tea! Of course, me Sarah Hannah and Susie and Emily (Emily sadly couldn't make it) started off university with so many cups of tea and dunking of biscuits that we nearly missed Freshers week! We did however ditch the mugs for glasses after the first cup. I gave Hannah the memories book I'd made with all the photos the girls had given me and we got ready to go out.

What fun! My photos are absolutely rubbish unfotunately but here's an idea of what we did. We went to the Jekyl & Hyde, a funky pub near Colmore Row, for a burlesque class with the marvellous Danny de Milo (think along the lines of the Venus de Milo, not as in Danny de Vito, got it?)  Then we went to the Pasta di Piazza for a lovely Italian meal, then to some Jewellery quarter bars (the Rectory and the Vault) followed by some very cheesy dancing at Meechu on Summer Row. We walked everywhere and got free entry everywhere we went which was really hassle free and excellent. Everyone had a good giggle, especially in the burlesque class, and it was really nice to have the apartment to all be together again. In the morning I made evryone their cups of tea and we sat down to breakfast at the table, the 7 of us scoffing pancakes, berries, syrup and glasses of juice thanks to Alex's brainwave the day before. I'm so pleased Hannah had a good time, it meant a lot to be able to do that for her!

Saturday, June 12, 2010

The Play - for real now

Ok, so you've had birds eye view, now here it was from ground level. The play that last week took on a life of it's own. We rehearsed every night in the theatre. I loved walking from Colmore Row to the Theatre District (all of 10 minutes) after work every day and mooching about in the theatre. It's one of life's great pleasures. There is a green room and dressing rooms and toilets upstairs. The green room has a kitchenette area and it started to feel like home after a week as we were generally there from 6-11pm each night. I got home and saw Alex in bed, usually half asleep, we'd exchange some tiny bit of information and then be fast asleep.
It was marred fundamentally by the ongoing nonsense of a major member of the cast and while there is expected to be a certain amount of last minute panicking the stress she gave us all on Tuesday night was entirely un-called for. But hey, we carried on through and did ourselves proud, even without her there on the one night. People were still learning their lines and there was a lot of nervousness back stage. But also a growing excitement that we might actually pull it off!
There are at least 2 floors above the stage and one below as well as the wings for people to get lost in and lose track of time. You have to be on the ball not to miss an entrance and there was one occasion when I had to go scurrying off to find Mike and grab him from under the stage with only mili-second to spare before we were on. My costume changes were pretty fast so behind the scenes I was throwing clothes on and off with no dignity intact whatsoever. I suppose it's a relief to many actresses that many actors are gay... The first time I changed I made a vague effort to hide behind some thing but pretty soon I was stood in my bra for all the world to see without a second thought! Fortunately everyone else was so busy there was no time for embarrassment. In the dress rehearsal I missed an entrance because I was desperately trying to get Sam's zip up and failing. Also mine and Anna's nurse's dresses were altered wrongly and we had a bit of a time working out how we were going to wear them. In the end I wore Anna's and she wore mine. Mine was too big for her but it at least covered her bum when she danced and was picked up by Iain. Anna is a size 10, I am a 14 - so to say her dress was tight on me was an understatement! I had to wear leggings otherwise I wasn't going on stage - but in the end it only managed to make more of a comedy of the situation...
On the Friday night we took our bows after the first performance and Leon and I gave each other the most squeezable hug ever. So very proud of us all. That night we went for a quick drink with Lisa and Danielle for some self congratulating and I felt great. On a huge high. By Saturday night my pervading emotion was of being exhausted.  But looking back at it now I can really enjoy the memory.
Girls from work came to see it and said it was really good, as did all my friends and family, but I can quite understand why some actors are a bit needy or get insecure. It makes you insecure; you feel very exposed. You know in your head how you want it to look, how you think you look and sound, but there's no way of knowing. You end up asking everyone if it was ok and then 'was it really?' and again...
On the Saturday night Al, me, Sam, Claire, Iain, Amanda and Jo and Carl and Catherine all went to the Victoria and ended up staying until 2.30. Al's opinion is one I value very highly because he's the least likely to say it was good when it wasn't. So the fact he said 'It was the best of the three I'd seen, and you did very well... that Mike was excellent' was high praise indeed! We broke down the set at 10am the next morning and quite frankly I was a little tired... but we chilled that evening and fortunately it was a bank holiday so I had an extra day to get myself together again for work that week. All that week I was so tired that the soles of my feet hurt - as though I'd gone on a hike - I think I need some time off!
The limelight
Our dressing room's really did have those bulbs around the mirrors
Where I spent the majority of the play - centre stage
Mike coming out from hiding - at the last minute
The view from the stage at dress rehearsal
bloody relief

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Baby Shower

Ok so that was how the play was received, but I thought I should give you a performer's eye view of the production. First though, the week before the play, I had one last little surprise to throw.
I had been organising Laura's baby shower since February, more or less, and the Saturday before the play Laura was intended to arrive at 2pm and get a surprise 'shower'. For the uninitiated a baby shower is a party where the mum to be gets showered with presents and traditionally get a hamper of baby goodies. Here is how it went down...
On Friday night I cooked sultana squares, a semi-healthy cake for people to nibble... Laura was diagnosed as diabetic during pregnancy so I tried to find a sweet recipe that wasn't loaded with sugar. This used a purĂ©e of dried apricots as a sweetener and was very nice. I also made guacamole. Me and Al hung out and I cooked intermittently; it was a really hot summer night, one where normally I'd have done anything possible to avoid the cooker and stay in the garden. I reorganised the layout of the kitchen dining room and tidied up the downstairs. I started to realise how much work, cooking in particular, I'd given myself to do - I'd been off work in the week with some kind of bug and was just getting my energy levels back (i'd felt really wiped out), but there was enough time I thought. I did take a short cut and chose not to make my own ginger beer, opting instead for shop bought... booo.
The saturday morning kicked off at 8am when cooking began in earnest. I made bacon koftas, patatas bravas, soda bread, little mini pizzas and sorted out the treasure hunt for Emma to play. Everything I cooked later went down very well and I got asked for the recipes. In fact they got munched so quickly that I didn't get photos of the blighters, but never mind! Emma, Laura's friend, arrived at 11am ish, although now I think there was some heavy traffic and she was late but as so was everyone else that morning it all worked out. Emma had brought a baby shower and streamers and balloons and began decorating and helping out. I was still cooking furiously when Cath and Teresa arrived (and brought their own chairs, bless them - good move, too). Between them and Emma they got the Baby Photo Gallery up on the wall, mounting each photo on some blue card on the wall in the extension. They also helped wrap presents. Claire arrived with her beautiful cake. All that was left was for me to sort out Emma's Treasure Hunt - I got in a pickle with the order of things. Bernadette (Nath's mum) arrived, and god love her had been the Mum in the situation bringing salad which she duly set about preparing and napkins and she'd brought coleslaw and all kinds of dip. If ever there is an emergency I reckon Bernadette is a good woman to have around, she strikes me as very capable!!!
At the last minute Vanessa (Lau's sister) and all of the rest of Nath's family; LC, Leah, Pippa, and Anne got held up by a combination of buses and bad traffic and husbands so when Nathan phoned he interpreted my squeaky voice correctly and calmly said "OK so we'll see you at half past 2 then, yeah?" - with Laura standing next to him on the phone we'd managed to delay proceedings without causing any suspicion. It even allowed Bernadette time to collect the family and park the car off our rd so that Laura wouldn't see her personalised number plate! Everything was set and we waited.
Alex, who'd been roped into blowing up balloons and who hadn't allowed in/near his own kitchen for the last 12 hours was getting hot and narky. Everyone was waiting. And it was boiling. Brad from next door was going from a drink with Al and Nath as he's on the same football team shouted down from the window - 'are you ready yet?'. It was 2.45. It was 3 o'clock. Are they coming? Perhaps something's come up... can anyone see their car?
Finally Al shouted that he could see them, they were walking down the road and Emma was on her scooter, so they were walking slowly... Finally Al let them in, there was a delay then Laura's 'Oh my God!' and we all shouted 'SURPRISE!!!!!' as loudly as possible from the garden. Laura, bless her cottons, promptly burst into tears. After greeting everyone and cuddling Emma they boys made themselves scarse.
The afternoon followed in a swirl of heat and food and games and chatter. The food went down well, as I said. The games were fun too. We had to guess the number of Smarties in the baby's bottle (no one came close) and predictably Emma got to eat all the Smarties. We all played Guess the Baby's Name, as a kind of reverse sweepstake - my favourite was Kermit. And we played Smell the Nappy. Yes, you read that correctly. I had four nappies and filled them with monstrous looking fillings that people had to guess at by smelling and licking if necessary! The fillings were guacamole, marmite, mustard and peanut butter and excited plenty of yuks and euurghs and the like as you can imagine. Much fun!
We moved into the extension where it took the combined forces of Laura and Emma a good ten minutes to open the 3 hampers and bags of goodies! Then some more chilling and the photo gallery where we all got to giggle at our baby selves. Then LC and Leah went home and suddenly, like an idiot, I realised I'd not taken any photos... So here we all are, minus LC and Leah unfortunately. Next post is the play, I promise...
Baby Shower

Recipes
Rosemary and olive soda bread
Mix sifted flour (200g, self raising) with bicarbonate of soda (1/2 tsp) and stir in chopped olives (30g) and chopped rosemary. Stir in 100g natural plain yoghurt with a knife to make a clean ball - add a little water if necessary. Mark into wedges with a knife and press some olive spigs into these score lines. Bake in a preheated oven at gas mark 7 for 20-25 minutes or until it sounds hollow when you tap it from underneath. Yum.

Bacon Koftas
Place 225g rindless back bacon into the food processor (if it isn't large you might need to do this in batches) with 75g breadcrumbs, 2 chopped spring onions, some parsley,, lemon rind of 1 lemon, an egg white and black pepper. Process until it is finely chooped but not pureed, it just needs to bind together. Divide the mixture into 8 evenly sized portions then shape around bamboo/wooden skewers. Sprinkle with paprika. Cook under the grill or on the bbq for 8-10 mins, turning occasionally.

Patatas bravas
Not a family recipe this is from a book so this might not be everyone's way of cooking them...
Heat 2tbs olive oil and add a finely chopped onion. Cook on a medium heat, stirring, until softened. Add 2 garlic cloves, crushed then after 30 seconds add 50ml sherry or white wine (I used sherry) and bring to the boil. Add 400g chopped tomatoes, 2 tsp red wine vinegar 2tsp crushed chillies, and paprika and simmer until it forms a thick sauce. Blend with a hand held blender once cool. Then fry your potatoes and voilĂ !

Saturday, June 05, 2010

We survived!

Lord above, there was a split second there when I doubted but for all the drama of the week before the performance we survived, the show went on and it was a good one! It's not printable, most of it, so ask me in person and I'll give you all the gossip. Only know this; we were magnificent! Here is the review and some of my photos - they're not very good but as soon as I get my hands on some official ones I'll post them. Read it carefully - I did get a mention!


Potential for laughs realised ***
Comic Potential - Billesley Players - Old Rep. Birmingham 


UNLESS you can’t manage it in the half-light, read the programme note before curtain-up. I omitted to do so, with the result that for the first few minutes of my first sighting of this Alan Ayckbourn comedy I was thinking that the acting around the hospital bed was a bit on the slow side.
I did work it out for myself before too long, but a few words here may help anyone planning to see the show on Saturday, its second – and last – night.
The point is, the action is in the future and actors are androids – or, indeed actoids, as became apparent from the terminology surrounding them. They are creatures of wire circuits, nano-serbas –  or something like that – and bits, and those involved in a daytime soap now being shot are worth £1.7 million.
These nuggets of understanding, plus the fact that the nephew of the owner of the television station falls in love with an actoid, are sufficient to provide a basis for enjoying the action.
Apart from one unplanned extended first-night hiatus, Iain Neville’s production coped well with the three scenes before the interval and the ten that followed it. When furniture and props had to be shifted, they were shifted swiftly. Efficiency was in the air.
INNOCENT AND IRRESISTIBLE
Efficiency was treading the boards, too. Michael Nile came lugubriously but alertly to his duties as Chandler Tate, director of the epic that was unfolding before our eyes, and Leigh McCarroll scored as Adam, nephew of the owner of the TV station and would-be author of his own drama.
This was centred around Jacie Triplethree, the innocent and irresistible actoid with an unpredictable tendency to shriek without warning, to speak intermittently at a rate of knots and to switch accents between Brummie, Yorkshire and the Deep South without pausing for breath.
Jacie is delightful. In her bleaker moments, she manages to tug the heartstrings. She is played by Anna Downes, who has fashioned for her a piping voice, a walk of tiny steps and a wide-eyed matter-of-factness in the face of life’s little problems. One of these inconveniences is that she needs to be emptied every so often.
She is very amusing when she performs Here Comes the Hot-Stepper, and hilarity peaks again in the restaurant scene which finds her anxiety about being emptied being met by Mr McCarroll by dint of diving under the table and following her instructions to turn something one way or the other, while fellow-diners look on with ill-concealed interest, compounded when he eventually emerges with a half-filled plastic container.
CUSTARD PIE MOMENT
Interestingly, the actoid innocence is set in a play in which Ayckbourn abandons his customary high standards of language a couple of times. This is another surprise in an evening that is not exactly short of them. There is even a good old-fashioned custard pie moment, superbly executed by everybody’s favourite actoid and received nobly and with the requisite consternation by Patricia Hands in the guise of Carla Pepperbloom, regional TV director.
Gemma Harris and Samantha Broome are a good pairing as the television show’s backroom girls, Leon Salter is Marmion, who acts as the larynx of Lester Trainsmith (Tony Nock), the station owner who eventually finds his voice to deliver a substantial speech from his wheelchair.
There are vigorous cameos from Tracey Bolt, as a prostitute, and Iain Neville, as the man who discovers an actoid in the seedy hotel which he regards as his own for his girls’ purposes. There are lively lines: “What do you know about anything at all? You’re an accountant.” There is laughter galore, particularly in the second act. There is an abundance of honest endeavour. It’s fun. To 29.5.10.
John Slim
 BOX OFFICE: officeboxoffice@birmingham.gov.uk  0121 303 2323 
The Theatre
Trudi & Prim (aka Sam and Gemma)
Breaking down the set - the old troopers - hung over