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my happy go lucky year in the mumosphere part 1

I can’t quite believe that it’s just short of two weeks until my blog is a year old.

Simply put, it’s been an incredulous and fabulous year.

November 29 2008 was the day I clicked ‘publish’ on my first wordpress post. I was amazed I’d even managed to work out how to set up a blog, but compared to what was going on in the world, it was really easy.

I knew from the start of the credit crunch I was heading for a sh*tstorm – working as a contractor for one of the biggest companies in the world, and with a job offer on the table, nothing was set in stone and I became more nervous day by day as the stock markets crashed…an invisible fall out dust was settling across desks, it was suffocating, it was paralysing people, it was as if we were under attack. People mouthed frantically to each other behind the glassed vacuums of ‘private’ offices in a vastly open plan glass space. I took cab rides through the City and the cabbies drove at the suits as if they wanted to mow them down.

This was really shit.

I knew I should look elsewhere and so did everyone else but to no avail. Jobs I went for evaporated, people I knew were sacked by email or text.

I had a ‘war effort’ breakfast with a colleague and by the time we had eaten our scrambled eggs and half drunk our fancy coffee – 40 people were out the door leaving laptops, mobiles, blackberries and thwarted ambition behind.

My Christmas present for 2008 was my P45.

So what?

It’s the frailty of corporate life that makes you question your personal values – who am I without this junk, without this stuff? Who am I without a job, a career, a profession, a hope? Ego no longer plays a part, it’s a great lesson.

So this…

Against all odds, and the backdrop of possibly the worst financial meltdown I’ve seen in my lifetime, I’ve been lucky enough to find a new and exciting way of life that’s helped me to overcome what was initially a hugely daunting prospect.

More to follow…

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I’m a celebrity get me out of here – my fantasy campers

You know when you watch a reality show like I’m A Celebrity the schadenfreude-effect is like a Class A drug – you just keep having to go back for more. I don’t usually watch any of the shows but this one makes me scream with laughter, it’s totally out there when it comes to pushing people’s buttons in a hostile environment but with those cheeky chappies Ant and Dec happily blithering away, it all seems like such good fun.

But really, I have to confess, I’d love to be casting the show for myself wouldn’t you?

Here’s the 12 people who I’d pick;

Naomi Campbell – could you imagine her doing a Bush Tucker trial?
Alistair Campbell – I’m a spin doctor, spin me out of here
Gordon Ramsay – f*cking get me f*cking out of f*cking here
Carla Bruni – so she could dish the dirt on her hubby and Mick J
Simon Cowell – well just who wouldn’t want to watch him get happy with the creepie-crawlies?
Lembit Opik – maybe that’s a bit mean, he’d crack up quite quickly but what if he hooked up with Naomi?
Sarah Palin – she’d sort them out good and proper but lose
Stephen Fry – could he cope without twittering in the jungle?
Lady GaGa – could she keep a poker face, I doubt it
Pete Doherty – he’s definitely Z-list now
Susan Boyle – she’s got a thing for Simon hasn’t she? Who knows what could happen…
Barbara Windsor – I hear she’s looking for work after Eastenders

Well come on then, I’d love to know who you’d pick…

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eco shopping in the atlas mountains

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I love this photo, I took it at a stop on our drive through the Atlas Mountains, heading to Marrakech. The funny thing is that this must be the most eco-friendly shop in the world – it has no electricity, sells natural products and the carbon foot-print is probably tiny (unless you count the wind from the goats tied up out the back!).

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Joking aside, this is possibly one of the most beautiful places I’ve been – the scenery is breathtaking – and quite a sheer drop as well. And it’s pretty high altitude too.

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Looking in the other direction feels like looking towards the land of Oz but this of course was very real and we were excited about arriving in Marrakech itself – the magical and ancient city. I can only imagine how wonderful it must be when it’s covered in the snow in the Winter, but I’m not sure I’d be too happy to do the mountain roads at that time of year.

We didn’t actually buy anything but Miniminx tried on a few crystals…

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life as a simple human

Thanks to the Royal Mail strike, my review samples from Simple Human are still sitting in a depot somewhere but the company has kindly sent me an extra 2 of their stackable recycling units. From the photos on their web site which I’ve used above, they looked like they would fit nicely in my Ikea shelves – so I’m a little peeved to only have two.

So, on first impression, they arrived in a massive box and were packaged on what we called as kids ‘pop buds’ and giant plastic blisters – we’re very easily distracted in my house so Miniminx and I happily popped for ages – before remembering that we had a purpose in the packaging – recycling units.

I was quite in awe of the size of these things…but I like them. I’m not going to post a full review until I’ve used them for two weeks – I’ve chosen to go for the paper and plastic options to see if the boxes can handle our output.

First impressions are good – my piddly Ikea aluminium boxes I was using to store paper, bottles and plastic for recycling will be used as planters…

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adventures in morocco – sleeping in the sahara

I love this photo – Miniminx running wild in the desert in her pyjamas after a brief sleep. We spent the evening before watching the shooting stars in the amazing night sky. It was so magical and felt so free and peaceful.

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And of course, we were queens of the desert for just one day – no crowns or tiaras, just PJs.

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Bunny and the Bull – another Warp triumph

I love a film screening, especially when it materialises out of the ether via twitter. Earlier this week Annie Mole, one of my favourite bloggers, posted a link to the invitation so I nabbed a couple of tickets.

So off to the Courthouse in Soho I went with a friend last night. I made a discovery too – it’s an amazing venue – the small rooms off the bar are actually refurbished cells – the screening room has limegreen seats – the place is bonkers!

I was really excited about seeing this – it’s a new Brit film from Warp – the coolest arthouse since Factory – and the director of the Mighty Boosh, Paul King was there in person with lead character Simon (Bunny) Farnaby to introduce the screening and put some context into the story. They did this very well and Farnaby’s Grandfather is the inspiration for the whole thing.

The Bunny and the Bull was a play before it’s metamorphosis into a feature film. This is billed as a comedy – but it is dark, complex and eerie and much more so than The Mighty Boosh. It investigates the themes of hedonism, addiction and obsession – leaving each as enigma and rhetoric. I saw it not just as a cautionary tale of co-dependency that smacks you in the face with a very powerful ending – but also great evidence of intensely creative film-making and emerging new talents.

Bunny is the adventure seeking womanising, drinking and gambling type while his friend Stephen Turnbull is crippled with OCD that eventually traps him in his flat.

They have an adventure-packed trip across Europe; stealing a stuffed Bear, winning a car in a crab-off, drinking the milk of lactating dogs and a tedious shoe factory tour, are just a few of the surreal experiences on this journey.

For me I felt as if I’ve been transported into a web of strange influences; a nod to Sponge Bob, a soupcon of Smashing Pumpkins videos, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Buffalo 66, Rhubarb & Custard all crossed my mind, with a touch of Eraserhead thrown in and some Ken Russell for good measure; I loved it, and while the high tension dropped in the middle of the movie, the ending was brilliant. I would like to see it again.

Bunny & the Bull stars Edward Hogg (White Lightnin’, Brothers of the Head), Simon Farnaby (The Mighty Boosh, Jam and Jerusalem) and Veronica Echegui (El Patio de mi Carcel, Yo soy la Juani). Julian Barratt, Noel Fielding and Richard Ayoade appear in bizarre and brilliant incarnations.

The director, Paul King, is adapting the Paddington Bear books into a film – can’t wait to see that either!

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Beano rant: these minxes are not happy

Do you love the Beano? Does it bring back memories of your childhood when you used to still get sweets measured and weighed and popped into a little paper bag? There’s always been something great about every magazine that has left the D C Thomson publishing house and made it’s way South.

My daughter has become an avid fan of the magazine – I even got her club membership recently but both of us are feeling a bit, well more than a bit ripped off, we’re about to jump ship.

First there’s the price of the magazine. We’re feeling like Dennis has become a hoodie and is robbing us blind weekly.

We traipse to the papershop religiously to pick up a copy – the little jokes on each page are fun, the comic strips still raise a laugh, so it’s a nice ritual – but what’s going on with the cover price? The cost is spiralling out of control – how much will it be next year?

I coughed up yet for this week’s Beano magazine and was really shocked at the price.
‘£1.35?’ I exclaimed in the newsagent shop as I looked at my daughter – mirroring my raised eyebrows…even she, the budding shopaholic, was surprised.

‘Yes, it’s gone up again, but you get free toys.’ said the lady behind the counter.

‘We don’t want any more cheap plastic toys – aren’t we meant to be saving the planet?’

She smiled, I handed over the cash.

I’m not happy about this. I’m not harking back to my youth here but the Beano was 85p not so long ago and then when it went up to 99p I was surprised. Then it went up to £1.25 which I thought was a bit shocking. So this last price hike has left me a bit annoyed. We have a magazine with bags of toys every week that we really don’t want. If I wanted to buy my daughter toys, I’d go to a toyshop not a newsagent. D C Thomson – please listen.

Oh, and Beano Club membership – yes we got the great joining gifts, which included a blow up chair and an incredibly funny radio. But Miniminx has not received any email newsletters, as promised on a monthly basis – so yet again, we’re coughing up for plastic goods. That’s not what we signed up for.

Thanks Dennis – it’s a case of take the money and run here isn’t it?

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Corduroy Mansions – nuts and nutters chapters 36-41

Well Freddie de la Hay is not the only barking character in this collection of chapters I’ve just read.
They are all nuts.

James, he is not so much nutty as he confesses he is unable to get his to work.
Berthea believes she should be placing a sign above her door ‘May Contain Nuts’.
I’m not even going to get started on Oedipus or Terence.

But I have to say, I’m sure Berthea will do her nut once she manages to decipher the conversation she is eavesdropping on…and the rest of us will have to wait a while longer…

Poor, poor Caroline…

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lost in translation

When we flew to Casablanca, I was caught up in the whole romance of it all. In the back of my mind was the movie; Humphrey, Ingrid, Sam and all those wonderful characters who smoked and drank throughout the black and white block buster.

Since we don’t have ‘an airline ticket to romantic places’ anymore and we just have e-tickets, I was unable to drool over a slim jim envelope, but still I clung to the confirmation email: HRW to Casablanca. It just sounds fabulous doesn’t it?

We were advised to arrive at terminal two three hours before our flight, not my usual timing, but I didn’t want to take any risks with Miniminx in tow and we’ve had two lucky escapes with Easyjet so I wanted a stress free flight.

We arrived at Casablanca and disembarked to join another flight to Ouarzazate. We waited and waited and waited.

I drank coffee to stay awake. Then more coffee, then more. The next flight remained unannounced and I could tell from my meagre understanding of French it was cancelled on the flightboard, but no one would confirm it.

We continued to wait and then, I drank more coffee. I was unsure whether to laugh or cry when I noticed the very funny little pun which emblazoned the coffee shop. Yes, Jet Laag’s. Well, I suppose it could be worse. What if they called it Sick Baag’s?

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a panda for your thoughts…

There’s a lot to be said for window shopping, especially in the West End. I’m usually agog at Harvey Nichs windows but Selfridges really caught my eye.

These Pandas are not just cute, they’re endangered and very limited edition and exclusive, so it’s nice to see some creative campaigning.

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And also a touch of the Tim Burton-gothic style in the realisation of it. Even better, half the shop windows were given over to the installation and it definitely made an impact on me.

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