More competition news

A week later we've been contacted - yay! - we will be going to Bruges in October. Am totally thrilled.

Tomorrow is Mark's birthday. Am really excited for him. We're all trooping off to a posh bar in the West End - here's hoping we don't have to end up scrubbing the dishes at the end of the night to pay off the bar bill!

Happy Birthday Mark!

A cupcake a day...

The almost-birthday girl

In an effort to experiment with baking cakes and such (I've got a very important person's 2nd birthday party coming up) I tried my hand at making and decorating cupcakes today and let me say, what a doddle.

I had huge amounts of fun. I also - again - tried to bake the butterfly cake which I have managed to pull off once before. This time around - big disaster. Just like the round tins which I tried last week.

I am clearly better at baking the smaller cakes, biscuits, scones, breads and muffins - no big patterned or round cakes for me...hmm. This is a problem as the butterfly cake is what is needed for the 2nd birthday party of my god-daughter, Ashleigh (as pictured above).

I think more experimentation will be required, much to Mark's horror as he is worried that his slim waist will expand. But it is all in the name of a good cause. Fortunately the party is on the 10th of May so I have plenty of time. Addresses on a postcard for those who want some of the flop cakes - they invariably taste gorgeous but come out a bit...broken.

On the other hand, it gives me great joy to brag with my excellent cupcakes.

Warm, out of the oven



Experimentally decorated



The completed product.

These sell for £1.75 at a stall in Greenwich. It probably cost me 25p to make and decorate. Go figure.

Happy Birthday to the Bard!

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
William Shakespeare

Savage Chickens

This from the excellent Endicott Studio blog and it made me laugh out loud. This is totally for Jamie and all struggling authors out there.

http://www.savagechickens.com/blog/index.html

Gok the God

I've not watched many episodes of How to look good naked, but those that I have is simply amazing and uplifting.

Gok is a God. He should run for Mayor of London. Or grand high poobah of the UK, at least.

My brain hurts

What a day. Got up too late to go to gym. So we stayed in.

Mark watched the boxing match on Setanta Sports after breakfast and I hauled all my legal papers out to start on my next assignment. I have been glued to my laptop, legal folder with assignment notes, Oxford Law dictionary and the thrilling Smith and Keenan's English Law handbook kept me company.

I took a break to bake some cake. The cake was a disaster. Not in taste but shape. It is official. I cannot bake round sponge cakes. I ended up running next door with a rather mishappened cake for our neighbours to devour. They have kids that will eat anything.

My brain hurts and my eyes are red and gritty from staring at the computer screen and all the legalese. I'm going to bed now. I can't wait to be done with this course. I know I've said I am enjoying it. Just not today. Today was a bit of a write-off, even if I did manage to get the whole of question 1 with all its extra bits done. Only two more questions to go. Deadline is the 8th of May. It will give me a chance to work up more case studies as I've been told in my previous assignment that there is a general lack of those in my work.

Hmmmmm. Zombie....

Competition won!

Yep! Won the XFM phone in this morning before breakfast for a weekend's paid accommodation at a four star hotel and spending money and Eurostar tickets, over to Bruges...in conjunction with the new movie coming out called "In Bruges".

How superb is that?

This has to be the biggest prize I've won, thus far, in my career of entering random competitions.

So very pleased! Just waiting for the organisers to give me a call so we can work out dates.

Lies to tell tourists

I fell off my chair laughing at this. The email is from the London Time Out newsletter and I just had to share this with anyone who has ever been stopped by a tourist and asked for directions or information. I am always a good girl, trying to help as much as I can, but these lines just bring out the wickedness.

Lies to tell tourists

“Oxford Street used to actually be in Oxford. It was dug up and moved to London after the West End was demolished in the Blitz”

“In keeping with the capital city's keen sense of history, haggling is standard practice in all of London's museum shops”

“Waterloo station was built on the site of the Battle of Waterloo. The spot where Napoleon was captured is commemorated by a plaque in the Upper Crust near platform ten”


“If you've enjoyed your tube journey, you can tip the driver. To get their attention pull the 'emergency' cord in each carriage”

In the news

I try not to get too worked up about newspaper articles that I see and read. But two have stood out for me today:

I can just imagine the hilarity in their village - running for money? But these guys did it today. And they are awesome! Here is the article.



Something else I spotted which really just goes to show how much wrong there is in this country today, where fallen soldiers are not afforded the respect they deserve. This is the article drawing telling and heartbreaking comparisons with the way fallen soldiers are treated in Canada, compared to the UK. Heartbreaking stuff.

Jersey Boys

I got free tickets to go and see The Jersey Boys show at the Prince Edward Theatre last night.

It has to quite simply be the most amazing show I have ever seen. The music is outstanding, the acting is excellent and the storyline cleverly told by the characters. It is a total onslaught of sound and vision and the stage is changed so rapidly and so effortlessly, that you hardly notice it and then suddenly(!)you’ve got a whole new set on the stage.

I must be the only person alive who loves the New Yorker and Jersey accents so I was thrilled by the fact that the stayed true to the broad style of the times.

Such an astounding show – the chap who sings and performs as Frankie Valli is one of the most talented singers I have ever heard (and he’s easy on the eyes too, which isn’t much of a trial). They play all the music live, there is footage from the actual band’s appearances on the American Band Stand…all in all, I’m gushing. I have a pounding headache and feel like I want to pass out this morning, but I am gushing. And smiling and singing (very very quietly) in my head.

Even Cowgirls get the Blues

This is something I wrote earlier on for my online writing group over at livejournal.

It's darker and angrier than anything I've done in quite a while.

I hated him with all my being. My soul ached to smash him into the ground and dance on his grave. I concentrated on those weak blue eyes peering at me myopically and pictured in my heart of hearts the pain I’ve had to endure and all the tears spilled in vain. His hand wavered. The leather belt that a moment ago hung suspended in the air, ready to cut into me, now dangled limply between us. The blow never fell. I saw him for what he was: a fading caricature of a little man with a balding head and wiry black chest hair who lived a small mean life. I felt nothing but contempt. My shoulders were squared, my back rigid, mostly because of pain; scabs do not form overnight. I’ve practiced my shit-eating stare in clubs and in front of my cracked mirror. I will not back down. Instead he just looks away for a moment before shoving past me. Worse than your fucking useless dead mother, he spits. Get my fucking tea on, he orders, like he’s a king and I’m his slave. I don’t even look at him, afraid that I might take a swing at him. For a second I’m tempted to yell at him, to shake him until his head pops off. Instead I turned to the door where my small backpack with all my earthly belongings sat. My scuffed guitar case lounged against the wall, like a drunken mate. I didn’t think. I was screaming too much on the inside. I picked up the backpack, swung it onto my shoulder and adjusted my grip on the guitar case handle in my hand. My silence roared at him as I gently clicked the door shut behind me. I fished my house keys out of my pocket and pushed them back through the door and walked down the street in true cowgirl fashion, on my own, into the sunset.

I have been asked to point out that this is not autobiographical.

Strange Daze

Cross posted on both livejournal and myspace pages.

I can’t really begin to describe the strangeness of today.

I like writing, I like reading and today I have resolved quite a few things.

Things like: never take friends for granted, they surprise you every five minutes; be positive about your own creativite work; the world is an amazing place, be grateful for your part in it (I know, chick moment) as it is constantly changing, giving you different views on things; realise that your small little life you lead is what you make of it and by allowing others to glimpse some of that internal, if sometimes bizarre dialogue, you are probably doing yourself a favour because they get to see the real you.

I spent the day working on an assignment, chatting to Jamie via email, arranging to bake a butterfly birthday cake for a 2 year old in May and pondering my own writings - the working title of which is Heart Of Darkness. I spent some time mucking about with two pages of it, wrote a bit more and then decided to print it off and hand it to a colleague at work to read. I used to be shy about writing - admitting it was like admitting that you were addicted to drugs or booze - a totally guilty secret. I’ve gotten over it and now happily (for me) I chat to people about it and like to get imput on ideas and such (unhappily for them). So we wait to hear what Carla has to say if she remembers to read it tonight.

Strange old dreamy emotional day. It feels like I’ve come to this momentous decision - but I’m not entirely sure what its about. I am sure the Muse will wollop me over the head with it when she deems it necessary.

Off I pootle to double check the old assignment.

Fun with camera

Brands Hatch Snowed Out!

We got up early this morning to go to our very first Brands Hatch race meeting but loh and behold, the three foot of snow covered everything - we got to stand around for 3 hours, visit some of the pits, took some pics of the bikes...and then we came home because it was cancelled and rearranged for May.

Here is the article.

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New lens

Splurged on a new lens for the Nikon and whilst sitting at the diningroom table, with all my uni books strewn about me, earlier today, this HUGE dove fluttered down outside, right next to the window. So, slowly, very carefully I lifted the camera, turned it on, and took some incredibly close zoom pictures of it.