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Observations

2010-10-04T15:21:00.000-07:00

In Bristol there are lots of:

1. Smart cars parked at jaunty angles (which annoys me for no real reason apart from the fact I think they look pretentious.)

2. Talk about the M32. It's the Orion found in every conversation.

(I don't own any photos of motorways, sorry)

3. North face jackets, hats, bags, gilets (especially gilets), fleeces, trousers etc etc

4. Balloons (but only at certain times of the year)

And other things such as art, coffee, beards, spiders, hills, fancy dress shops, students (especially today) rain and bikes.

Recent photos.

2010-09-15T23:32:00.000-07:00

The pope coaster has been dusted in celebration of this week.

I'm doing a 10 week art course - this is my first painting.

Completely unposed, unprovoked snap taken at Greenbelt. I don't know this man.

I love this photo.

brothers and sisters

2010-08-03T15:01:00.000-07:00

A guy I went to Uni with had a theory about people who have 4 or more siblings being 'different'. Good different, in the way that they exude confidence, sass (I've never used that word before but it seems to fit) and better social skills than the rest of us and our tiny, shy families.

I think he's got a point. Being around people takes a certain amount of skill, and these multi-sibling-ed creatures do seem to work it better. A lot is written about the affect of parents on their offspring, but the effect of siblings on character development must have some interesting insights too. I only have one brother, so my knowledge ends here.

Avon

2010-07-31T15:27:00.000-07:00

I'm now living in Bristol. This is unexpected.

It's come at exactly the right time both emotionally and logistically. My flatmate is getting married and the stress of finding properties in London is almost too hard to bear. I'd been looking for new challenges for a while and applied for many jobs in New York and California, yet ended up in Bristol. Hmm. Not quite the glamour I was expecting, but a true testament to God not stretching us beyond our capabilities. If this year has taught me anything, it's how important my family are to me. I'm worried about the 4 hour drive distance, I don't know how I'd cope with the 12hr flight distance.

So it's my first night, and I miss London. I miss going round to P, L+R's for tea. I miss an invite to the pub with A+L, and possibly R. I miss L taking me to an amazing gig or something wonderful at the BFI. I miss CCB. I miss Balham. I miss those spur-of-the-moment evenings out. I miss having friends.

But, I need a break from London. I need distance to make the heart grow fonder and the purse strings stronger. London was becoming a stress, not a joy - an exhausting hamster wheel of work and commitments and self imposed benchmarks that I was failing to meet. So this is my 6 month escape, where I revel in having no friends* and saving money and learning to cook and walking home from work and learning to love London again. At least this is what I think it is. God's hand has been evident in this from the start. Maybe He'll surprise me yet again.

* I am planning to get some friends. In fact I'm meeting three tomorrow. I won't be a total recluse. Hopefully.

Exciting news

2010-06-17T15:37:00.000-07:00

I'm a published author! Woop de woop.

Worrying thought

2010-06-15T00:51:00.000-07:00

The more I read about being a Christian, the more I wonder if I am one.

The different turns of phrase used to word salvation can confuse rather than encourage me.

Something so simple and necessary, easily becomes a competition of knowledge.

In many authors trying to write to please many people I feel quite inadequate by the amount I should know, read and be. Am I alone?

TV programmes that you don't expect to be brilliant but are #1: Doctor Who Confidential

2010-06-15T00:48:00.000-07:00

I'm a recent convert to Doctor Who, and that may have more to do with Matt Smith than I care to acknowledge (insider fact: he has very soft hands)

I'm even more of a fan of DWC, as I will now call it. It sets itself up as a behind-the-scenes show, but it's much better crafted than your run-of-of-the-mill 'this show is so popular let's see what else we can get commissioned' genre. Like a good conservative evangelical, I'm going to give you three reasons why...

- It's well structured. It's a magazine show with the expected behind-the-scenes bits, but interwoven with this are great standalone films and interesting chats with the crew, rather than just bog standard talking heads. Which leads me to..

- Cast and crew buy-in. There is obviously a huge amount of passion that goes in to making the show, which is reflected in the team waxing lyrical about why they chose to do that scene in a certain way. The actors especially seem to welcome DWC like an old friend, something I've found very rare in my experience...

Maybe it's due to proper scheduling of filming, or just a belief that DWC is as important as DW - whatever, it works, and it's a joy to watch.

- Also a joy are the special filmy bits. Be that Matt Smith going to Venice to find out about vampires, or Karen Gillian's trip to the Greenwich Observatory to see if time travel is real. They cover the juicy bits of the story line, with great experts whilst revealing another side of their personality. Really factual and educational, whilst still being entertaining. Plus the last DWC had a brilliant Football Focus pastiche which obviously took ages to set up but was so much fun and gave an extra dimension to what could have been a throw away comic scene.

It's great. iplayer-tastic.

Prado

2010-06-02T14:42:00.000-07:00

J met Luciano Prado at a tango class in Buenos Aires.

He's come over to the UK to improve his English and is in love with the British Museum, going back to the Egyptian room at least twice a week.

J gets calls from him every other day - not threatening or overly-friendly, but just asking her to coffee or to do some sightseeing.

On the last of these occasions Luciano told J that he was also in England to get over his ex-girlfriend, who after the break up cut up his cat.

Just a small thing..

2010-05-11T14:57:00.000-07:00

Anyone else concerned that we have a new government but not entirely sure what their policies are? Where the compromises have been? Where the Clegron axe has fallen? Just me? Um....

half hearted election brain splurge

2010-05-06T02:18:00.000-07:00

Today is the day. Before I start on my half-hearted election brain splurge I must confess that I am not intelligent nor know as much as I should about politics. But I am keen, keen enough to give up a night's sleep to work on it. So the thoughts running round my head follow as such.

I like a lot of what the Conservatives stand for. As far as I can tell they value the sanctity of life, the importance of marriage and the need to instill work ethic. However, I don't believe that a Conservative government is likely to encourage these things in the mind of the population.
I believe in marriage and the family because of my faith and the example of my parents, not because it would help me financially. My fear is that promoting marriage through tax breaks will lead to unions for the wrong reasons and consequently an increased spend on divorce.

Same with work ethic. As great as Cameron's Big Society works in principle, it is my opinion that people won't engage, won't run their own youth groups unless someone gives them a reason to. Leaving them in the lurch, as Johann Hari describes in yesterday's Independent, hasn't worked. It's hard enough to get people to volunteer for a coffee rota. So, as positive as these plans seem, I just can't help thinking they are big on idealism and low on compassion. Maybe we've been spoilt by Labour for too long, and if that's the case, who wants to stop being lazy? And if the Conservatives get in, who will remind us to help those who need it? Will the church stand up?

I'm naively excited by the prospect of a hung parliament, so the Lib Dems can get in a bit of practise. We can all see if Clegg is the wunderkid, and if they can deliver on all they promise.
On reflection, Labour haven't done a bad job. Gordon Brown is a servant of this country, trying to make the best decisions he can in an impossibly tricky job. Admittedly he doesn't have the robot-like perfection of Cameron, but this election is fast becoming a case of better the devil we know.

And then there is the problem of the voting system. In truth, both the Conservatives and the Labour candidates would do a pretty good job in my area. Local issues they can deal with. But the tribe they bring in to Parliament with them can be a very different animal. The one thing I never thought I'd be interested in is Electoral Reform, but it's actually been a huge consideration in my vote and has to happen before the next one swings around (my prediction: within the next 2 years.)

So who did I vote for? I'm not saying, but it's easy to guess. I wish the parties were more polarized to make the choice easier, but instead we get a knuckle-biting rollercoaster ride. My main deduction is the simple statement that the government isn't, and will never be, our saviour. Politics is not something to think about once every 4 years as a quick fix solution, but is a life-long, daily commitment.
Policy will not change hearts or behaviour, and will not have the final say.

One thing I know for definite is that I won't know how to feel when the declaration comes - painting this country blue, red or a confused state of brown.

Tube reading

2010-03-29T15:47:00.000-07:00

Today wasn't a brilliant day, but - a woman on the tube saw me reading a Tim Chester book about Christianity and gave me a knowing smile. I like that secret smile. It made my day.

Hopeless

2010-03-27T11:14:00.000-07:00

This is my brother's friend.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8590250.stm

I don't understand why he had to die.

rant #36 (running related)

2010-03-17T15:36:00.000-07:00

I ran for 10 minutes last night. 10 measly minutes before my headache decided it had had enough and forced me off the treadmill. That's barely even a walk.

Anyway, today my legs ache like I've run to Paris and back. Who said exercise was good for you? Not me.

How to write

2010-03-16T07:42:00.000-07:00

"... You have to turn out that work. Because it's only by going through a volume of work that you're actually going to catch up and close that gap. And the work you're making will be as good as your ambitions...

It takes a while. It's going to take you a while. It's normal to take a while. You just have to fight your way through that. Okay? You will be fierce, you will be a warrior, and you will make things that aren't as good as you know in your heart you want them to be. And you will just make one after another."

Ira Glass

Evening

2010-03-14T16:37:00.000-07:00

I've just watched Julie and Julia (Mother's Day treat) and so feel compelled to blog. And eat. And move to Queens.

My friend A wrote this great post about a perfect day and so, as there are no new ideas anymore, I'm going to steal it. Here is my idea of a perfect evening. There has to be...

1. Something cultural, engaging and creative.

I love doing something that I'm going to talk about. Be that a play, a gallery, an amazing gig or just a new location, I want to feel like my life got more interesting in that last hour.

On Friday, L and I went to BUG, a celebration of music videos at the BFI. We've been several times before and just love it. The people are so interesting, the art so imaginative, plus it's in my favourite part of town. I'm also a massive fan of the host, who makes me cry with laughter.

2. Some people that I know, love and like.

Soppy, yes. But I'm not much fun by myself. After BUG on Friday I went over to L's (different L) house and sat at her kitchen table, drinking wine and playing cards into the wee small hours. Good conversation, nice element of competition, wine to celebrate the weekend. I'm going to push for it to become more than a semi-regular occurance.

3. Some food.

This is the one thing Friday lacked. Not including L's wonderful hospitality in preventing me from fainting, reasons far too boring for me to go into stopped me from eating dinner. I love food, but I'm fussy and have allergies, which makes me an annoying co-diner. I also love being so hungry that I eat like it's my final meal. I find real joy in restaurants that have passion for their food - examples in the Common and Southwark come to mind. This point naturally also includes good wine. It's an essential. It can also be a part of 1. if it's a really good meal.

That's a good start as any to my ideal evening. What have I forgotten?

Thought bubble #2

2010-03-09T14:39:00.000-08:00

This doesn't quite work I know. I'm still thinking about it.

However, every time I hear about Katie Price - her divorce, her children, her re-marriage - I'm reminded of the book of Hosea. The story of a man who goes back to his disobedient wife time and time again as an illustration of how God loves Israel despite it's infidelity.

I'm not suggesting that Ms Price is a bad mother (Gomer and Hosea's daughters were called 'Unloved' and 'Not Mine' - like something out of Beckett...). I'm also not suggesting she's an adulterer or any more sinful than I am. In fact, there are lots of things I really like about her. Which is probably where the comparison falls apart. But, I love the fact that regardless of her behaviour and the rumours surrounding her, she is loved. By a Cagefighter and also by God.

Because we all are (God, not Cagefighter). Even if some people may think we are hopeless cases, not worth pursuing, too dangerous to touch, He doesn't agree.

Phew.

Thought bubbles

2010-03-09T14:30:00.000-08:00

I spend most of my day staring at a screen, only to come home and spend more time staring at various screens.

When not staring at a screen at work, I'm making things to go on screens.

When walking, eating, in lifts etc, I'm generally looking at a smaller screen in my hand.

I know this, yet part of me can't stop looking at screens. Is it time for a digital fast?

Holiday

2010-02-28T05:22:00.001-08:00

So last week I went to Israel which has been really difficult to describe.

It was a great holiday, but not a sit-on-the-beach-and-look-at-your-feet holiday.

It was a week-long history lesson but so it should be. It is quite an important country.

It was a coach tour, which always makes me think of saga holidays, but then it has to be. If you're not obviously a tourist in Palestine then you're likely to be in trouble. My luggage was searched enough as is. And apparently the stamped passport will cause problems. Ho hum.

Saying all this though, I'm thrilled that I went and learnt so much that I hope I remember.

One of many standout moments was here.

This is the Jezreel Plain, the site of many famous battles and the possible home of Gideon. It's surrounded by the West Bank, Lower Galilee, Samaria and the Jordan Valley. The photo was taken from a fortress at the top called Tel Megiddo, which led to the creation of the word, yep, you guessed it, Armageddon. Gulp.

Work in Progress

2010-01-24T04:07:00.001-08:00

I might send this to Stuff Christians Like, as I love it and want to be it's UK correspondent.

Comments please. And if my pastor is reading, it's written with love.

#694 Using surreal phrases

Church language is funny. It has to be heavily intellectual, yet beautifully phrased, whilst also accessible. I’ve heard sermons that could be studied for their inter-textuality and turn of phrase. It’s hard to accommodate the holy trinity of acceptable vocabulary and all too often some cracking phrases pop in, that later on become almost as popular as the Word itself.

Whilst they sound great, literally they mean zilchio. These are my current faves.

What does it look like?

The last women’s breakfast I went to used this a lot. We spent at least half an hour talking about our looks. What does trusting God look like? Well, it looks like an elephant trying to make a cup of tea whist juggling oranges.

Or maybe not. For me, it generally looks like a 5’4 twenty-something girl, slightly ginger, trying not to moan about the lack of Valentines Day cards. Not all that different from normal to be honest (apart from the moaning part).

What it means, is how practically can I be like this, but ‘what does it look like’ has become the new inescapable buzz phrase. Sadly, only X-ray specs man or the Lord can know.

The eyes of my heart

This is a song by a UK worship leader called Matt Redman. Now I gave up biology as soon as I could but I’m pretty sure my heart doesn't have eyes. And if it did I reckon the view is pretty gross. The song talks about where your focus and passion are centered. Which is a much nicer thought than eyeballs in your aorta.

The stillness of your heart

Another cardiovascular one often used in prayers. Again, I have a lack of biological knowledge but surely the stillness of your heart is death. Which is great in terms of eternal joy with the Lord, but not so brilliant at 7pm in a church hall in South London.

So pastors, I appreciate the care and thought put in to your phraseology, but if I think too much, they just weird me out.

What bizarre phrases does your church employ?

The Sarc Mark

2010-01-24T03:07:00.001-08:00

I thought I dreamt this at first because my googling came up with no results.

Then I realised I'd spelt it wrong and found this.

It's ridiculous and I think it should be ridiculed. Why? The reasons are three-fold:

1. You have to pay to use it.

It's punctuation! How can you copyright punctuation? How can you police the copyrighting of punctuation? Soon I'll have to start paying every time I use the word 'and'. And I'll be poor.

2. Sarcasm works on it's subtlety. It's a clever form of wit because it's like a secret club. It's hidden. You have to work on it. You can tell a lot about a person's sense of humour by if they 'get' it. The SarcMarc is like shouting 'It's a joke! See, this is why it's funny! It's a joke! Aren't I brilliant?!'

3. Out of love and respect for the person you are speaking to / the emailee / your boss, you don't use sarcasm if there is any chance of them being offended. Tone has a hard time coming across in print which is why print is used for certain things, and face-to-face communication for others. You choose your communication wisely, with respect for other people at the centre of it. That's part of being human. Deciphering random hieroglyphics is less so.

I want to add a fourth, which is something alone the lines of bored creatives with nothing better to do, but I think that might just be mean. So I won't.

Sorry, came over a bit Charlie Brooker there. Am I overreacting?

Am I alone in thinking it is bonkers or will we all be using it in a week?

Is Twitter the new religion?

2010-01-24T03:04:00.000-08:00

The false sense of 'fellowship' with the rest of the twitterati,

The prayer like requests for help and wisdom,

The notion of followers and being followed...

I doubt it. But there are parallels.

my week in reverse

2009-12-18T15:31:00.000-08:00

2009-12-09T15:23:00.000-08:00

I also went to a pub earlier this week which had 'secret garden' written on a giant neon sign. The irony wasn't lost on me.

2009-12-03T15:23:00.000-08:00

2 / 12 / 09

2009-12-02T15:20:00.000-08:00

This was my lunch, it was yummy. Dinner was even better, but I forgot to take a picture.

I told you this daily photo thing would be a let down.

29 / 11 / 09

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27 / 11 / 09

2009-11-27T14:32:00.000-08:00

'To eat good food is to be close to God' (Culture Making)

This resonates particularly because I was banned from eating biscuits at work today.

I ate half the box before the team meeting. Oops.

25 / 11 / 09

2009-11-25T15:24:00.000-08:00

It's been a very good day at work today. Pen / mug / tea sculpture to celebrate.

24 / 11 / 09

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23 / 11/ 09

2009-11-23T15:46:00.001-08:00

Daily Photo 22/11/09

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Daily Photo 21/11/09

2009-11-21T16:50:00.001-08:00

First gingerbread latte of the season

Daily Photo 20/11/2009

2009-11-20T16:35:00.000-08:00

Bear with me on this one. It probably won't be a daily photo. If it is, it will probably be blurry and dull. But because I'm so terrible at remembering stuff wot I did, I thought I'd rip this idea from more famous bloggers. So here's today's picture:

and one more

2009-11-10T14:54:00.000-08:00

At the moment I am listening to:

Andrew Bird - Noble Beast

anything by Loney Dear

Micah P Henson - All Dressed Up and Smelling of Strangers

Mumford and Sons - Sigh no More

Lots of the lovely Claudia Winkleman, Adam and Joe, and This American Life.

I also want to listen to both Robbie Williams' and Jamie Cullum's latest offerings but not sure if I should admit that in public. Just have.

I have recently seen:

Mother Courage at the National which was brilliant

Up at the Imax which wasn't as brilliant due to my dislike of Disney-esque animation (I admit it. I don't like Disney. But the Imax was fun)

Some pretty special worm charming. Best method is twanging, in case you are interested.

Some even more special karaoke versions of Do The Bart Man and Baby Got Back, mainly for T's birthday but also because it was probably the most fun I've ever had.

The massive inadequacies of trying to book flights with an orange airline. To be fair, there were problems on both sides of the equation, but travel never used to be so confusing. Ho hum.

Loss

2009-11-10T14:21:00.000-08:00

I've lost my two favourite uncles in the past week. One from just round the corner, one in Australia.

I have many happy memories of both. F gave me many snowball-filled, opinionated Christmases, whilst E was a wonderful host who arranged numerous bus tours around the Sunshine Coast. Both have gone too soon.

I've wanted to spend these last couple of weeks incubated in my family, surrounded by love and warmth. Not just my Suffolk manor, but in the company of the people talking to God for us.

These men both lived full, happy lives - details of which I'm only now finding out about. They both made mistakes, but they brought a huge amount of love and joy to those around them. They've left their mark on me, and I'll miss them dearly.

Bucks Fizz

2009-09-28T13:53:00.001-07:00

So we saw a mouse in our lovely flat, which is horrible. A especially really hates them, and the thought of sleeping in a flat with mice just makes me shiver. We've done all the sensible things - poison, traps, pest control, sonar, borrowing a cat - but last night, we resorted to Bucks Fizz (us drinking it, not the mouse). It worked so well I might try again tonight.

P.S just found a dead mouse and got rid of it all by myself.

So pleased with myself I might celebrate with a glass of Bucks Fizz.

Heaven

2009-09-22T00:39:00.000-07:00

I've realised that I've started to long for heaven.

Not in a morbid, depressed way, but just in a realisation that it is going to be the most incredible place. No more pain, fear, sorrow, broken relationships or bad decisions - just an atmosphere of total joy and completeness.

I've always just accepted that heaven will be great beyond comprehension, but not really given it a second thought - however I guess as life trundles on in a more-often-than-not frustrating way, what a joy it is to know that there is an incredibly beautiful new world waiting for us. I'm not in any hurry to get there, but take solace in the fact that one day I will.

In a very glib way, I saw Coldplay at the weekend and feel like it was a tiny, tiny glimpse of eternity. Thousands singing in unison, praising the works of Chris Martin, and the feeling that no one would rather be anywhere else. I've been lucky enough to go to a lot of gigs but the atmosphere at this one was really unique - really celebratory. And then the heavens opened and we all got soaked.

August

2009-08-23T13:40:00.000-07:00

I haven't blogged for over two months! That's terrible. I imagine the main reason for this has been the imminent house move and all that brings. I'm currently half packed and in a constant state of appaul-ment (not a word) by how I've spent my money over the last 26 years.

Anyway - fresh start, new beginnings, all that jazz. It'll be good for me.

In other news, I have been to some great gigs (stand up Blur), been on camp (brilliant, very encouraging and deserves its own post, although it feels like far too long ago now), written some bible notes, applied for a job in New York, bought a jumpsuit (see paragraph above), developed an unhealthy obsession for spaced, had lots of conversations about whether I relocate to Manchester (current thought: yes) and become almost surgically attached to my new baby iphone. It's been a strange summer.

Way behind the curve, but if you haven't already listened to this, you should.

Harry Patch (In Memory Of)

Worry

2009-06-02T15:01:00.000-07:00

Phillipians 1 v 21 says "For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain."

That's a statement. Theolologically, it's brilliant and amazing, but do I really believe it? Being a massive worrier and hypochondriac, I always find something dangerous to be fearful of. Generally, it's that what I'm eating will have a pesky peanut in it ready to pounce on me and cause me misery.

When I was in India, and scared of pretty much everything, this verse was in the forefront of my mind most of the time. If Jesus knows the future, and is sovereign over all, then why do we fear so much about the things that threaten our earthly lives, rather than those that threaten eternal life? Today my fear is swine flu, having spoken to too many doctors and hearing scary, but possibly quite accurate predictions. But, and thank God for this, my worry won't cure or stop anything as he's in control. Phew.

On a less serious note, I nearly had a barney with a chef today about whether a coconut was a seed or a nut (it's a seed, obviously). That's three almost-barneys in a fortnight. I either need a holiday or anger management.

anger

2009-05-31T14:47:00.001-07:00

This has got a lot of people fired up this weekend - are atheists motivated by anger more than rationality?

Jam Cary's blog linked to this article recently, which touches on how atheists can argue that Christians are unthinking, unscientific, non-intellectuals who are duped into belief without questioning. Which, when thinking of of the likes of C.S. Lewis and Wilberforce, doesn't seem to be the case of old.

It makes me wonder whether christians are engaging with atheists in the right way - are we arguing about the approach of the argument, rather than the truth of the gospel?

Work

2009-05-27T15:11:00.000-07:00

I made a film today that was on BBC 1. It only lasted for three minutes and isn't going to get me any silver, but I haven't directed anything for TV in ages, so it was great to get back in to it. Hurrah. I'm a lucky lady.

Catch Up

2009-05-16T05:21:00.001-07:00

I shouldn't be blogging. I've got to go and meet my friend S for lunch. But I haven't been here for ages so now is as good as time as any. Here's the round up of the last month and 16 days. I've...

been to a tractor themed wedding
went to Edinburgh and dropped a baby. The baby is fine, the mum still isn't too pleased.
joined twitter under a pseudonym, then found out it shows your email address to everyone, so the anonymity I hoped for failed miserably. bum.
went to a bar where you have to walk through a wardrobe in order to get to a hidden bar. kind of like Narnia, but with booze.
met a band whose entire album sounds like Foux de Fa Fa (in a good way)
watched some ace films - Afghan Star, In the Loop and Star Trek

So it's been fun. Topic this week seems to be the employment of a Muslim to head up the BBC religion and ethics department. In response, the BBC complaints department has gone crazy. However, I can't help but think it's a good thing. He is the best man for the job, with some brilliant programmes to his name. Plus, he may help to stop the 'status quo' nature of British Christian programming (Songs of Praise I'm talking to you) and maybe cause some people to take this whole God thing a bit more seriously. As always, here is someone who can speak much more eloquently on the matter, my lovely friend David at Bite my Bible.

found it!

2009-04-01T00:03:00.000-07:00

The Guardian's April Fool. Notice anything funny about the guy who wrote it?

I love today.

in on the joke

2009-03-24T16:27:00.001-07:00

Ikea to launch a flat pack car? Surely an April Fool. See more here: http://roulez-leko.com/

Nearly march

2009-02-26T14:32:00.000-08:00

Hello.

Important updates...

1. I saw a preview of Watchmen this week. It is ace. I don't think I took a breath throughout the whole film. It's not my normal type of film though, and very gory, which I don't cope well with. Plus, I should be thinking a bit harder about how to watch it as a Christian, especially how it may glamourise violence. However, I'm the kind of person that thinks Poirot is dangerous television because it makes light of murder, so I probably shouldn't lead that debate.

But, Watchmen is very clever with how it weaves lots of issues - politics, who has the right to exercise power, who watches the government, absolute morality, human nature - plus loads more I was too scared to pick up upon. I'm having to watch lots of Masterchef to help me go to sleep, but that's ok. It was worth it.

2. People are trying to persuade me to use Twitter. I really don't think I'm interesting enough to bother. Plus I'm a bit bored of social media. But it would be worth it for Stephen Fry.

What else? Beautiful stop motion video here, a great exhibition I went to last week here - wish I was ginger enough to be in it. Plus thank you to all of those who surprisingly read this and, hence the last post bought me some amazing books for my birthday. I feel very spoilt.

Reading

2009-02-08T02:29:00.000-08:00

I came cross this in the Culture Making blog this week. Being an ex-lit student I think she's on to something. I love the process of ripping books apart, trying to find nuggets of what the author wants to say through vocab. The last sentence is particularly thought provoking. Seeing as the only thing I've read this read this week has been Grazia I'm challenged to do a bit better in my literary habits. Good old Virgina Woolf.

Reading is a very complex art - the hastiest examination of our sensations as a reader will show us that much. And our duties as readers are many and various. But perhaps it may be said that our first duty to a book is that one should read it for the first time as if one were writing it.

One should begin by sitting in the dock with the criminal, not by mounting the bench to sit among the Judges. One should be an accomplice with the writer in his act, whether good or bad, of creation. For each of these books, however it may differ in kind and quality, is an attempt to make something. And our first duty as readers is to try and understand what the writer is making from the first word with which he builds his first sentence to the last with which he ends his book. We must not impose our design upon him; we must not try to make him conform his will to ours. We must allow Defoe to be Defoe and Jane Austen to be Jane Austen as freely as we allow the tiger to have his fur and the tortoise to have his shell. And this is very difficult. For it is one of the qualities of greatness that it brings Heaven and earth and human nature into conformity with its own vision.

from "The Love of Reading," by Virginia Woolf, from her Essays, vol. 5, excerpted in The Guardian, 17 January 2009

omniscient

2009-02-04T15:06:00.000-08:00

My friend had a job interview today and I said I'd pray for it. But I forgot.

I feel rubbish, and I'm really sorry A. I know your frustrations with work and I really meant to be praying. However, I didn't write it down, and I got distracted by snow, and I just forgot.

But it made me wonder how God views our prayer life in light of chronology. I'm going to pray now for A and his work situation. However, if God is truly omniscient, would he not know before A's interview that I would be praying the evening after, and so my prayers would still be valid and counted? Humanly, there is no point praying now for a different outcome for the one that happened, but could I not still belatedly pray for peace and wisdom and guidance? God would have known my intentions and actions before even the sun was born.

I completely believe and trust in the immense power of prayer, and not that it is just a one-way conversation with a dictatorial deity. I just can't really comprehend the hugeness of His sovereignty, our weakness, and most of all, how he works outside of any notion of time we might hold. G once sent me an article about this and I should really read it again, as the whole idea just blows my mind.

Theology over for the evening. In other news I had a slight mid-life crisis this afternoon and bought a ridiculous pair of sequinned leggings. If you are lucky enough to see me on my birthday or at the rollerdisco you may get to see them. Cover your eyes.

snow day part 2

2009-02-02T14:12:00.000-08:00

So, apparently snow yoda looks like Barack Obama. I can't see it.

I did loads of work, had a good lunch, then went for a wander around the common whilst listening to Mark Driscoll. It was so good to see families having fun in the snow, dad's being home from work to play with their kids and Tooting looked like something straight out of Narnia. In fact, I don't think Tooting has or will ever be that beautiful.

Then D cooked us fajitas for tea, and I knitted and watched some TV. I'm hoping I can go back to work tomorrow - today's been lots of fun, but I want it to be one great, out-of-the-ordinary day, rather than a week which will cripple the economy, cause lots of accidents and encourage English grumpiness. But we'll see.

snow yoda

2009-02-02T02:55:00.000-08:00

Today is brilliant. My boss has wonderfully and graciously let me work from home today rather than brave the mess of London's transport network. So, I've just spent the two hours I would normally spend on a tube eating breakfast (which is probably the first time in a good few years that I've eaten breakfast) and making a snow yoda. Dom and I are very proud of our snow yoda. He definatley beats the tiny snowman Penny and I made after church last night - although that was a valiant effort.

I'm going to get on with some work now, punctuated with 6music (current favourite song: Throwing my arms around Paris by Morrissey), and endless cups of tea. Bliss. Snow makes everyone happy.

yoga

2009-02-01T05:29:00.000-08:00

all being well, i'm going to go to yoga this afternoon.

is this a good, wholesome and edifying thing? discuss.

Loser

2009-01-22T14:52:00.001-08:00

I was a real mardy arse at work today. No reason for it, just in a proper grump.

This happens the day I pray God will make me 'quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry'

I've got a long way to go. I'm quite bored of feeling like I'm failing everyday, so thank God (literally) that Jesus didn't think I was such a loser.

20th January 2009

2009-01-20T16:10:00.000-08:00

Three posts in one day. I am becoming prolific.

Anyway, as is expected today... my thoughts on Obama. It's truly an amazing day, one to be remembered throughout history. The whole office stopped to watch the inauguration speech, and despite not being impressed initially, I now think he did a great job. I'm so used to the uplifting, hopeful Obama that the business-like, presidental speech took a while to appreciate in the same way. On hindsight, I think he more than proved his wares and his capability to do what is possibly the worst job in the world. I like Obama. All political arguments aside, I like him mainly just because I think he's a nice guy. I liked how he talked about moving in to a time of responsibility and not self satisfaction, how we have truths and values that we can't lose even in the face of unbearable pressure (massive paraphrase, but I think that's the gist.)

I do worry though, mainly because he is almost too perfect, and is bound to make some tough decisions that people don't like. I can see a bit of Tony B in there, and how we all rejoiced when he was elected... but then again they are two very different people, in two different countries, with two very different stories.

I really don't know enough about this sort of thing to write convincingly about it, so I'll leave on saying that the new shoes are very comfy, thank you, and I won a copy of Arrested Development at the quiz tonight. Woo. Blog frenzy over.

Duke Special

2009-01-20T16:02:00.000-08:00

I went to see Duke Special last night, not knowing much about him. He was great. I think the venue helped - it was at the Proud Galleries, which are a converted stables in London. At one point he made us all sit on the stone floor around a candle-lit piano as he sang Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Beautiful. His support was a guy called Dave and the Coastguards but I kept thinking he was called Dave and the Postcards so the others laughed at me. Both are ridiculous names though, lets be honest, however he did sound very much like Tom Waits which is only a good thing.

Duke himself was quite magical - sometimes Nick Cave-esque soaring melodies, sometimes bold and shouty, often morbid and haunting, but in a strangely joyful way. There's that word again. Anyway, it was good and I bought some of his tracks on itunes when I got home. As well as some more shoes (they are not from itunes). I'm still getting in to Fleet Foxes, although I do like, and recently bought the new Q-Tip, which is ace. I hadn't bought a hip hop record in ages and now the whole album is on my playlist.

women's weekend...

2009-01-20T15:47:00.001-08:00

...was great. Fantastic teaching from P, which really fed the soul and lifted the heart. Lots of discussion about encouragement, and how we should and can boost each other, plus more talk of joy - a subject that keeps coming back to me these last couple of weeks. I enjoyed learning more knitting skills, getting to know different people, eating cake and drinking lots of tea and wine.

On Saturday we went for a walk along the beach, joined by lots of dead sealife amongst pretty shells. We then went to the architecturally stimulating East Beach Cafe for hot chocolate and left just as the sun was created this amazing sunset.

I have to say though I was, well, not fearful, but worried I'd be aware of the lack of women's ministry at church. I completely agree with A's views on this, and think it would be of such a benefit to the church to have a full time women's and pastoral worker. However I know the reasons why, and we do have wonderfully wise and amazing ladies at church. I've just, through the patchwork of churches and events I've attended, been blessed with much good teaching and discipleship, much of which has been from godly, biblically trained women. It's something I've taken for granted. It also made me think about whether this was something I ever wanted to do. I'm aware I'm not ready for it now, but one day... we'll see.

homeboy

2009-01-11T03:38:00.001-08:00

So, my new years resolution to be more of a homebody is doing well so far.

Yesterday, I hung out with R and A for lunch and tea and chat, then watched Be Kind Rewind, which I really loved, it's a great film. I also bought some new shoes - mainly for J, these are kinda what they look like (but much cheaper).

Today I'm going to plant some herbs and go to K's to talk about when we are going snowboarding.

I've also resolved to read more - last year I hardly read any books (am blaming that on listening to podcasts on the way to wok and back) Last week I read The Kite Runner, which, again, I loved. This week is The Bookseller of Kabul and a book on writing screenplays.

With all this reading and tea I feel slightly like I'm going in to hibernation.

joy

2009-01-04T14:29:00.000-08:00

I wrote this as one of the 'thought for the day' style emails we send around at work. Thanks to J for the quote - it's brill.

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Happy 2009! Bank balance well and truly broken, turkeys can rest easy for another 12 months. As we start a new year, with hopes and fears in front of us, it’s good to look back and see what memories we take with us from the festive season. Were the days merry and bright, or filled with longing? Was it a Christmas full of fun or full of arguments?

I always hope that Christmas will be a break, a time where I can retreat to the countryside, recharge the batteries, feel excited about the year ahead and, most importantly, spend some quality time with God. It’s meant to be a time of happiness, peace and goodwill to all men. So why, with all the shopping to do, the dinners to cook and the relatives to placate, does it often feel so exhausting? Where is the joy to the world we are promised in the carols?

A friend sent me this quote from the Mars Hill Advent Blog…

Joy is not the froth and lightness we tend to long for and expect. Joy is an anchor; it is heavy. It falls into the coldest, deepest dark places, where the current and pressure are enough to crush bone, and it holds there. On the surface waves crash and roll, and we are not steady but we are held, and somehow that is beautifully enough. So when the soldier is not yet home, when the cure has not yet been found, when the loneliness hasn’t yet faded, there is Joy. When the hurt hasn’t yet seen its end, there is Joy. When we wait and wait and all for nothing because the happiness we’ve asked for doesn’t arrive, there is Joy. The Lord is come.

Joy is here, and has been here this Christmas. We just let the world get in the way.

Whatever 2009 brings on earth, let the presence of Jesus bring you joy.

in review

2008-12-31T08:59:00.000-08:00

2008 has got 7 hours left to play so, taking inspiration from P, this year I have..

- worked in South Africa and at Greenbelt

- visited Paris and Switzerland

- got promoted

- attempted snowboarding and surfing

- been to more weddings (can't remember how many and don't want to forget anyone)

- met my first nearly-nephew Z

- avoided driving all year

- bought a shiny new computer

- been to gigs by matthew herbert, foo fighters, n.e.r.d, seth lakeman, portishead, roisin murphy, sigur ros, coldplay, justice, hot chip and more...

that's all I can think of for now.

roll on 2009.

listening to:

fleet foxes by fleet foxes

we sing, we dance, we steal things by jason mraz

drop by cornelius

dream cars by neon neon

12 hours to go...

2008-12-24T08:29:00.000-08:00

Films watched = 1 (24 hour party people - good)

Films edited = 0

Books read = 1/2 (Crossword ends in violence (5) by the very nice Jam Cary)

Hours spent knitting = 7

Hours spent watching Come Dine With Me = 4

fami-lee

2008-12-23T05:44:00.000-08:00

As we all know, Jesus is the reason for the season. But family's a pretty big reason too.

If you know my family, you know they are brilliant and I love them to pieces, but they have moments of being wacky. Main point in question is when my dad put a mini christmas tree on the roof of our car, complete with flashing lights, when I was in high school. My friends have NEVER forgotten that (they'll be pleased to know the lights are now on the fir tree in the front garden.)

Anyway, this year, immediate family are great and lovely, but extended are going through a tough time - physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually - it's a rocky, rocky ride. And i've never really noticed that side of my relatives before. I'm feeling very grateful for the luxury of time off, the generosity of family and the ability to be here and used when needed in what could well be an unusual Christmas.

3 days to go

2008-12-22T02:49:00.000-08:00

So I'm now at home, in the countryside for about a week over the festive season. I've been feeling pretty rubbish, like the rest of the population, so am hoping a few days of doing absolutely nothing will cure my coughs and colds. Then I have knitting, writing, walking, lots of reading, lots of movie editing, watching 6 dvd's I haven't got around to seeing yet, and playing with what Santa brings me. I can't wait.

Dear God

2008-12-16T14:49:00.000-08:00

I was shown this website the other day - www.dear-god.net - which is a website full of people's prayers to a God who they believe may or may not exist. It's like the post secret way of counselling, where if you share your innermost confessions, regardless of if anyone is listening, you feel easier for getting something off your chest.

I do agree, but wonder in these times of therapy whether we are far too self indulgent. It's a very modern phenomenon to share everything with everyone and I don't always think it's a particularly healthy way to be. Where is our stoicism of yesteryear?

However the saddest thing I find about Dear God is that there is actually a real, living, loving God, who is desperate to heal the wounds of these people. But they don't know that, and their only salvation is posting anonymous letters on a website.

old women are annoying

2008-12-07T05:20:00.000-08:00

It's been a nice weekend so far. Starting to feel very Christmassy, despite not doing any shopping. I think I might be bad this year and leave it all until Christmas Eve.

S and I checked out the BFI last night which was brilliant - it's a really nice building with loads of interesting films and seasons and stuff to do. We tried to get tickets to see Burn After Reading but it had all sold out so we just enjoyed wine in the lovely cafe there.

I also had an encounter with an annoying old woman who pushed in front of me at Woolworths. It is never ok to queue jump, especially if:

1. you are old

2. the shop is closing down, therefore the queues are about two miles long

3. you are only buying one item ( in this case a tiny and pointless china cup)

4. you pretend ( she was definately pretending) to be old and feeble and weak and forgetful and therefore don't remember the laws of queueing

I was fraught and harassed so I very nearly kicked off. I didn't though, you'll be pleased to hear. I just got on with buying Christmas cards which I should be writing about now.

Notebooks

2008-11-30T15:06:00.000-08:00

Stationary is my true love. It started way back in the Septembers before new school years, when the hours spent at WHSmith were the most fun parts of my summer (I was a lonely child). As I've got older this passion has refined itself and now the addiction is mainly notebooks. Paperchase is like a crack den for me. Art galleries, gift shops, even Woolworths (r.i.p) - I virtually give my money away at these places. Plus, I'm not loyal to my notebooks. One I find a nicer one, with a cooler front cover or of a better size, then the old one is relegated to the bookshelf. Hence, I have a about 20 half finished notebooks at home and about another 10 at work. I used to think I was on the search for the perfect notebook, now I've accepted I'm just greedy.

However, a situation is arising and it's troubling me slightly. H has given me a lovely, leather and crystal bound diary (she got it free from work, we're not diva's), which is large enough to be both a diary AND a notebook. In fact, it's so large I don't think i'll have space for a notebook in my handbag. So will all my inane scribbles, future novels and to do's go in my diary? Will I be able to not buy a notebook for a whole year?! I realise in the greater scheme of things this is a ridiculous thing to be concerned with, but I feel slightly lost without a notebook in my bag, and I'm not sure if a diary can cut it. I may revisit this issue when it's not the middle of the night.

December nearly

2008-11-30T09:39:00.000-08:00

I haven’t been here for a while. Apologies.
Not really sure why, I haven’t really been away (one weekend surfing on the freezing Cornish coast does not a holiday make), just busy living I guess. Which is fine.

So today I’m in a friends office, trying to unleash my creative side once more and starting the long road of editing a wedding video I shot over a year ago. It’s lovely to see again, but sad too, as the ex was there, and obviously in the madness of being young and in love I filmed him a lot. I’m aware I still see him all the time at work, but it’s still hard to see us, rather than him, as we were. Anyway, the bride and groom look stunning and happy and hopefully I’ll be able to do the day some justice.

I went to watch the beautiful and mad Roisin Murphy last night at the Brixton Academy - she is the coolest woman (joint place with Beth Gibbons) and the show was amazing. Crazy costumes and proper dancing. Ace. Along with Secret Cinema on Friday night, it's been a very lovely weekend.

This week I take one more step up the career ladder - as of Wednesday ish i'm an assistant producer. I hope i'll figure out what that actually means soon.

the sheep market

2008-10-01T15:04:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure what this is but a quite like it. how could it be used?

http://www.thesheepmarket.com/

important question

2008-09-13T01:23:00.000-07:00

http://hasthelargehadroncolliderdestroyedtheworldyet.com/

This is brilliant.

2008-09-08T02:37:00.000-07:00

I don't understand why it hasn't been done sooner. A Bible style guide for journos and the like.

Read more here:

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/media/we-need-to-take-the-bible-back-from-the-bigots-922367.html

Plus David's my friend, and he's ace.

2008-09-07T08:20:00.001-07:00

'If you are a Christian, don't be ashamed of it.

Work out of the fullness of your being and give the best you have. You can never be better than you are. Be ashamed to be less, but you fall in to pride and foolishness if you want to be more. This means don't be afraid, and live out your freedom. And don't let this be spoiled by your sinfulness.

Sin takes freedom away. Walk in his way, yes, but this must be done out of your own convictions, out of your own understanding, and in love and freedom. It is never just the application of some rules, some do's and some don'ts. It is more real, more honest. It should be a commitment.'

Hans Rookmaaker, 'Art Needs No Justification'

September 6th

2008-09-06T03:17:00.000-07:00

11am, saturday morning, still in bed. Bliss.

The last 4 weekends have been a mad rush of fun stuff and so home today feels like the best place in the world.

Weekend no 1: On an amazing pirate ship with P. Interesting to spend time with loads of journos and people who own boats, plus Cowes was a great place to mooch around in the sunshine.

Weekend no 2: Hanging out in Edinburgh with my new nearly-nephew Z and his parents. Brilliant to meet him, plus I got to see some very funny comedy at the festival. I knew of at least 5 other people who had migrated to E for that weekend. Funny how a certain type and age of people know they can find each other at certain times, places and events.

Weekend no 3: Greenbelt. Co-producing (well, nearly H!) Last Orders, a late late show that reflects on the antics of the day with guests, comedy and music. It felt like being on Studio 60, which I loved. I do enjoy Greenbelt, with all it's speed dating and gong showers. Yancey was good, and Matthew Herbert didn't disappoint. However it does seem to be a festival made up completely by people burnt by a church at some point in their lives. That's 20,000 people. At least.

Weekend no 4: Home for L's Hen. Spent the evening feeling 14 again with girls from school, dancing like crazy people in a dubious club until 3. Then chasing a naked child round church making sure he didn't run in to the sermon. That's a whole other story. I deserve a lie in.

Raining

2008-09-05T15:05:00.000-07:00

Hello. I'm back. Multiple reasons for this:

1. I bought a mac. It is beautiful and has internet that works and will not only make me cleverer, but also make me coffee. Or maybe that is stretching its capabilities a little too far.

2. Because of 1. I have no money. Hence blogging on a Friday night. I think I have just entered loserville.

3. I've spent two days of this rather depressing and rainy week with a great friend of mine, J, who is in Europe for a month, visiting from Woolongong, NSW. She's not only super intelligent (lecturing at a psychology conference next week) but has a brilliant blog which is really interesting and funny and far better than mine, so I resolve to be better and funnier and more interesting (now I have a mac that is almost guaranteed).

So, time with J was great. We haven't seen each other in 4 years, yet it seems that our church and love and emotional lives have been heading pretty much down the same path. Which has had it's difficulties on both sides, but is a blessing to know that we can share in it together.

It's also always great to take days off work - we wandered round the South Bank, Tate Modern, and the many markets in Greenwich, spurring each other on to buy vintage clutch bags and hats that we'll probably never use, but like to look at nonetheless.

On completely unrelated note, I've enjoyed recent blogs by Tim Chester on how being a christian affects urban planning and Jam's blog today on what operating system Jesus would use - vista or linux? Random as they may sound, both well worth reading... will link to Jam's when I find it (google reader blindness setting in)

i'm with stupid

2008-07-23T02:12:00.000-07:00

Thanks to P for this - really interesting:

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200807/google

The boys and the subway

2008-07-04T03:38:00.000-07:00

http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/07/01/post-title/

This is a cute story by a father about his two boys who love the New York subway. The illustrations are really nice too. Being someone who loves the design and history of the tube (if not the actual everyday-ness of it) I share their fascination. The London Transport Museum is one of my favourite places to go, especially with my father.

tim walker

2008-06-24T07:14:00.001-07:00

Another image I love love love with all my heart and sugar on top it's just so beautiful. Tim Walker is at the Design Museum at the moment. Go see!

ideas

2008-06-24T07:08:00.000-07:00

This is amazing: http://moodstream.gettyimages.com/

It's a streaming tool of music and images to use as a spur for brainstorming. The 'ultimate creative tool' they are calling it.

Isn't it weird how much stock we place on having ideas. There are books, courses, websites all devoted to the having of ideas - how to have good ideas, how to think out of the box.

We think millions of times a day.
It's bizarre to think people are making thousands of pounds out of making us think better.

Plus, who owns ideas? Surely most people think similar things most of the time. It strikes me that so much of the time, especially in the industry I work, it's more about the ideas you have than the work you actually do. Which annoys me.

But anyway. Maybe i'm just bitter.

book update

2008-06-11T03:52:00.000-07:00

I've just finished reading:

Them by Jon Ronson. Quite funny journeys with extremists
On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan. Beautifully written and not as explicit as everyone said it would be, but really upsetting to think of how easily relationships can be broken.
Night Train by Martis Amis. My first Amis, and surprizingly violent. Made me want to keep reading but still don't really understand what happened.

I'm going to read (promise):

Generation X by Douglas Coupland. I love his other books but haven't managed to read this one yet.
Mere Christianity by CS Lewis. Have started this so many times, must get round to finishing.
Jupiters Travels by Ted Simon. For my many dreams of getting away from it all on a motorbike.

happy happy hens

2008-06-10T03:33:00.000-07:00

I had a lovely weekend in a beautiful cottage in Oxfordshire for the happy happy hen weekend.

Here are a few of my favourite arty pics:

m.i.a

2008-06-06T04:23:00.001-07:00

I'm going to see the Foo Fighters tonight. At the brand new massively huge Wembley Stadium.
I'm quite excited.

trains

2008-06-05T06:48:00.000-07:00

I had a nightmare journey home last night. I went to support my friend Bethan, who runs a Gospel Choir that I occasionally sing in. They were holding a fund raising concert in Cambridge as she's going to Uganda to start a music therapy centre.

Anyway I really wanted to go along, but didn't leave Cambridge until 10, and then my train broke down in the middle of nowhere so it took about 4 hours to get home.

However in the midst of all that stress and annoyance, the song 'Protection' by Massive Attack came up on my ipod and I finally figured out what the words are. The blew me away. It's beautiful, and an amazing sentiment of love. Maybe I was tired and over analysing, but it really struck me.

I'll stand in front of you
Take the force of the blow
Protection.

what?

2008-06-03T02:58:00.000-07:00

So what's the question?!

From http://www.darceldisappoints.com/

design

2008-06-02T07:27:00.000-07:00

and while we are on the subject, i like:

tom judd (the orange one)

http://www.tomjudd.co.uk/

and stanley donwood (the yellow one)

http://www.slowlydownward.com/

images

2008-06-02T07:17:00.000-07:00

this is a great site - an image bookmarker http://ffffound.com/

i like the typography of this

cate blanchett

2008-05-28T07:58:00.000-07:00

i watched 10 years younger last night (uk extreme make over show) and just find it really surreal how people have drastic surgery to improve themselves. do we really value the accepted image of physical beauty so much that we are willing to go knocking at death's door for it? is that the only way to feel great about yourself?

Captivating, a book by John and Staci Eldredge, says lots about where true beauty comes from and it's a great, if slighly over sentimental and american read. However the last word must go to Cate Blanchett who said this brilliant quote last week:

"I see someone's face, someone's body who has had children, and I think they're the song lines of your experience, and why would you want to eradicate that? Death is not going to be any easier just because your face can't move."

podcasts

2008-05-20T15:14:00.000-07:00

My favourite thing in the world today is the Adam and Joe Podcast from 6music. It is brilliant, and they are great. I'm quite upset that I didn't discover it sooner. I keep laughing on the tube and people think i'm mental.

Adam and Joe made a genuis television programme a good few years ago now where everyone raved about the re-enactments of movie scenes using stuffed toys. However, the best bit was obviously People Place. Or the Bobby De Niro Calypso. Or the Baked Beans song.
They just generally are very funny and i'd like to be their friend.

Hello...

2008-05-20T14:55:00.000-07:00

...this is my blog. I did have another blog, but it broke, plus I was rubbish at writing it. So this is my second attempt.