Slide over here and give me a moment

A week ago, it was the 15 year anniversary of the death of Michael Hutchence.   Where were you 15 years ago?  What were you doing?  I was in the last few months of school.  I remember that day quite vividly.  

It was early Summer time in New Zealand and it was hot.  I was probably either on study leave, about to sit my Bursary exams or I had finished and had a long Summer ahead of me before I started Uni.  That night my boyfriend and I were down in Mission Bay, it was hot, it was late and with a couple of friends we had been having dinner on the beach.  As I was 17, I was not able to go clubbing as the age was 20 in NZ at the time.  But there was a club near the beach, and they were playing Never Tear Us Apart.  Loud.  I remember the four of us sitting on the beach, in the twilight, singing away to this moving song, by a wonderful man who was now lost for good.

I always fancied this man who by all accounts was an all round nice guy, but who lost his way in later life.  I recently watched a documentary about him on Sky Arts – which is a revelation to me in itself, I love this channel, but it took me down memory lane.  The music of my childhood was INXS, Barnesy, Cold Chisel… Aussie rock was big in our house.  And it still is.  My sis and I will rock out to Chisel any day of the week.  It made me sad that such a talented, caring and sweet person is lost to the world.  I was amazed a few years on from that, when INXS travelled the world and found a new lead singer.  JD Fortune sounded like Michael Hutchence, in some of their new songs I had to remind myself that it was not him.  Sadly, he succumbed to the same pressures and left the band after their first album as he was dealing with drug issues.

Whilst I was wandering down this memory lane, I stumbled on a doco about Nevermind, arguably the most famous Nirvana album.  That album is now over 20 years old.  I had it on cassette and one of my first CDs was Unplugged live in New York.  My parents can sing that word for word as I drove them insane with it.

Which got me thinking.  My life has changed so much over those 15 years.  The boyfriend is long gone, however, through our mutual friends we still know what each other are up to.  And my life is due for another big period of transition right about now.  My new job starts in two weeks.  My visa will be *crossing fingers* renewed in a months time.  The next year sees a large number of my friends heading back to kiwiland.  It had me thinking where I would be in 15 years time.  I hope that I am home in NZ, with a family and a home, and maybe just maybe am writing for a living.  Or I could be living in any country in the world, still indulging my travel bug.  One thing is for sure, there will still be songs that define my life.  Music that will speak to me and people who will share those memories.

Speaking of which – look out for the next blog where I will be able to talk about my stage debut – first a commercial and now the stage.  Next Monday night 10^th of December, come on down to the Half Moon in Putney to see me shake a tambourine for Abby when she plays a Christmas set. 

Time for a Quickie Mrs? OhhErrr

Here is a list of things that I am thinking about right now.  I wish I could write more but there is no time and the weather is making me melancholy...

• I need to blog more.
• I am missing my friends whilst I am in a self imposed exile of filling in forms and saving money
• Someone needs to come up with a sponsorship programme for singles who cannot afford to go internet dating due to their outrageous prices that are designed to make you feel both like a loser and undeserving of love at the same time
• Dating websites have the same effect as glossy mags on women, they tamper with our self esteem
• Homeland is genius and deserves lots of awards.  I love the ‘gaydates’ Craig and I have to watch it
• I am thinking a lot about moving home next year
• I really want to go to Glastonbury
• Gin is playing this week and I only just found out.
• As much as I love going to the gym and being sweaty with lots of other people, my love of chocolate will always win out.
• Green and Blacks need an award for finally making mint chocolate fondant.  Hallelujah.
• Smash was a brilliant series and I love the songs.  Judge away.
• The programme Parenthood makes me think of my family, as they are as close knit and nuts and the fictional family.
• My tailbone hurts a lot, the beanbag helps, but Abby my wonderful chiro would help more.  Roll on next week.
• I wish that I could sing/dance/play an instrument other than a tambourine so that I could be on shows such as Glee or Smash, they seem like real fun.
• I am worried about The Castle closing.
• I lie awake at night worrying about money and it sucks.
• My closest friends here are leaving me next year and that sucks too.
• I have three pregnant friends at home and I am gutted that I won’t be there for the babies when they are babies.
• Why did it take 6 months for my postcards from Turkey to reach the kids in NZ?  In my mind I see a man with a Turkish turban towing a shisha pipe hand delivering them with a few pieces of Turkish delight thrown in to make up for the delay. 
• London in Winter is miserable, the grey infects the soul and the skin, everything turns grey.
• I really want to do a walking holiday at Hadrian’s Wall next year  - who is in?
• I have just discovered Gangam Style and think its hilarious

So that is an insight into my nutty mind.  I promise to write about some or all or none of these subjects real soon.

x

Conference Stole My Life

I am unbelievably tired.  So I hope that this make sense.  I have been consumed over the last few weeks with a conference that I organised.  Oh did you know that I was organising an electric vehicle conference?  I have been a terrible friend over the last few weeks and have neglected everyone, so apologies to you all.  I have also been a terrible daughter and family member too.  I will email you all at some point and I promise to call you soon too.  I am only staying up to watch New Girl, which cheers me up no end.

So as I sit here, eating the last of my birthday food package from home, Choco-ade’s, they are the shit, I thought that I would tell you a bit about what has been going on for the last few weeks.

As most of you will have noted, The Castle Pub was saved.  Temporarily, but saved none the less.  We held a protest, we had placards that said ‘Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got till its gone, they paved paradise and put up a parking lot.’  These words seemed really apt, and they have come to mean a lot to me. That is 2 to us and 0 to the developers.  It was a well fought victory.  We were lucky to make it with a vote of 5-4 in favour of refusing the planning application.  It turns out that our victory was shortlived, there is another planning application in with the Wandsworth Council, and its time to crank up the objection machine again and campaign for all that we are worth.  I am gutted.  I cannot believe that these people cannot take a hint and quite frankly – fuck off.  My sentiments are shared.  One of the objections that I read today said that he wished that they would give up and go and bother someone else, preferably in another country.  So people, put your objections in, be sure to mention that this design is still a floor larger than anything else in the conservation area when you do.

Also this month, I got the chance to see one of my new fav bands, for the second time in six months.  Fun are on the up and up.  Their songs touch me, I empathise with their lyrics.  When I saw them in May, they cemented my love for them.  They were raw, loud and singalongy.  The singer Nate is hot, chatty and can sing.  He sounds like Paul Simon and performs with like Mick Jagger, all tongue and gorgeousness.  This gig was small and intimate and there were about 300 people there.  This time was a bigger affair.  They played the Shepards Bush Empire, which is a lovely venue, full of charm and character.  Fun were brilliant.  They were much more polished than the last time that I saw them.  Which I think was a bit of a shame, but they were brilliant none the less.  It was great to see Nate again, and this time he was a little nervous.  This was the biggest gig that they had played in Europe so far.  The crowd were clearly Fun fans as they were singing along to songs from their first album as well.  Fun are a band that are more than their singles.  This was shown by the crowd going mental from the get go, even when We are Young, was featured late in the set and Some Nights was the encore.  I still believe that this band has not given us their best yet.  I am glad that I have seen them twice when they were still young and raw, because the next time I see them, I think it will be in a stadium.  And I will probably pay a lot more than £15 for the pleasure.

The other thing that has happened was the conference.  I got up before 6am three mornings in a row.  In. A. Row.  I am not a morning person and it sucked.  And I worked 12-`14 hour days.  But it was amazing to see the hard work that I had put in for the last couple of months come off.  The people who attended from all over Europe had a great time.  It was so nice to see them again and it was a bit sad that it was the last time that we will see some of them as the project is ending.  But another one is starting in January and I am sure that I will be able to get my wedding planner organisation on again then.  I can see me with a utility belt and a headset, feeding someone their  speech and then maybe like J Lo, I too will get knocked over in the street by a Matthew McConaghy look a like.  Although since this is my fantasty, please can I have Ryan Gosling.

Right so a little off track there.  I am tired and life has been full.  I have had very little time to write and I regret that.  Will try harder this month.  Hope that you are all good. xxxxx

The time I visited Eastbourne

As I sit in front of the tele, feeling sorry for myself with the flu, wearing my fluffy jammies, slipper socks and glasses, awaiting the delivery from Hell’s Pizza (ummm how you like me now?), I am reminded of the story that I promised to tell.  No its still not the story of the last tequila debacle, I am not sure that I will ever be ready to tell that, only a select few know that story, but this is the story of a comedy of errors when I went to Eastbourne.

It started out innocently enough.  My then boyf wanted decided to cycle to Eastbourne on a tandem for charity.  There was no training involved and although he was fit, he was not really ready for that.  I was excited as I had never been to Eastbourne before, so I got on the train from Victoria, having proudly remembered to purchase my tickets online and to get them from the machine, unlike the time I went to Edinburgh where I had to pay twice.  But that is another crazy episode in the life of Nic.

So I got on the train, and settled in to begin reading the first Twilight, because my Mum the teenage librarian told me that it was good.  Now let’s be honest, the first one was good, it all went downhill from there.  I managed to get to Eastbourne and find the hotel without a hitch.  Although our hotel was full of old people who were playing bingo when I got there.  No word of a lie there.  It was such a nice day, so I decided to go down to the seaside, I had discovered a long time ago that it is not a beach, but a collection of pebbles. 

I got a deck chair and sat down to enjoy the sunshine and Twilight.  It was lovely, until I put the book down on my lap to enjoy the view and THEN OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS BITING ME!!!!! A freaking bee stung me.  God that hurt, and I had no idea if I was allergic or not, having never been stung before.  I could feel my leg swelling up and not really knowing what to do, I pulled the sting out, where it had stung me through my trousers.  And then hobbled back to the elderly hotel.  

When I checked out my thigh, it was huge and very red.  And I was now not feeling great.  So I decided to lie down for a bit, and I ended up sleeping for about 3 hours. 

I awoke to the phone, the boy and the bike telling me that they were still ages away and that I should probably have dinner on my own.

Me after the stinging, before dinner, in the days before the fringe

All good, I got up, freshened up and had a lovely walk on the pier and decided to have  dinner at a fish and chip restaurant outside.  Boyf called to say that they were not allowed to finish the race, they had made it 70 miles, but still had 7 to go, that they were getting in a van and would be back in about an hour.  I ordered my fish and chips and even ventured to have the mushy peas.  My dinner was delicious and I was really enjoying it.  Even tried the peas and they were ok.  But then a bird that was flying over, shat in them.  Yes it shat in my mushy peas.  I was not really sure what to do, so I decided that it was time to get the check.  As I texted the boyf to find out if he needed lucozade, paracetamol or anything else, he texted back to say, he just needed a beer and a hug.  Oh and they were only 10mins away.  I signalled the waitress for the cheque, you should have seen the look on her face when she clocked the bird shit.  She asked if I wanted some more.  Erh no thanks, just the cheque.

So I busted a move down the boardwalk to the park where the finish line was and was there just in time to see them come in and to congratulate them.  We stayed to help clean up and then headed back to our hotel so that he could have a shower.  Our hotel was filled with old Scottish people for some reason and when we walked in, we had to walk through them as they listened to a really old man playing an organ.  It was odd and very creepy.  We managed to find a Chinese restaurant that was open late and although it was full of a stag do, the food was good.

The next day, we soon realised that we were the only ones under 30 in Eastbourne, we walked the pier and visited the lifeboat museum, turns out the oldies were rubbing off on the boyf who bought two tea towels?

So we decided to head home.  Turns out that I am rubbish at buying train tickets, even though I had purchased an open return, it was only for the same day, so I had to buy a whole new ticket.  Then when we finally got on the dumb train, we were settled and boyf thought that someone smelt so we had to move.  We got up to get off in Clapham Junction when I realized that I had left my backpack at the other seat on the top shelf thing.  It was no longer there – after some swearing under my breath, I was told that the conductor had removed it at Haywards Heath as no one had claimed it.  I hunted down the conductor who confirmed that this was the case and called them to tell them that I was coming back to get it.  Then he kindly wrote me a note saying that I could go back for free.  So I sent boyf home with all the luggage and set off again – two hours later I was finally home.  Less than impressed though.

So that was my chapter of disasters all within a 24 hour period.  My Mum laughed for a long time after this story.  It took me a while to get over it and the boyf didn’t last.  But it was the first and the last time I visited Eastbourne!

Feel Good NehNeh Songs

I remember when I was in my early 20's I remember taking great delight in this song...

I had just been cheated on and this was just the song that I need to belt out to say F you.

And then recently I heard this song and was reminded of how good I felt about The Corrs.  Whilst I hardly have someone begging me to get back together, I can see that this will be a song that many young girls will use this song to get over their broken hearts.

So what song do you use to get you in the F you mood?

PS:  I have done some research and Taylor Swift is definately not a rascist.

Spanx - the work of God or Devil, Discuss

I love my spanx.  They are a godsend when it comes to looking ‘smooth’ under a dress.  When I mean smooth, I mean unlumpy, they also make you drop about half a dress size.  The excess is pushed to other areas such as boobs.  Which I already have ample of; hence the need for Spanx, so that is not really necessary, just makes them bigger.

So here is why I think that Spanx are a godsend as well as the work of the devil.  When you get your Spanx of the box, they come with a cardboard insert, which has pictures of all the things that you can do in them – apparently these are fight fires, run a marathon, wash the dishes and a few others that I cannot remember.  I wash dishes, but I tend to do this with my clothes on. 

 

First comes with the getting of them on.  They are very tight and as I have discovered they will mush your organs in, so it is best to go to the bathroom as much as you can before you lever yourself into these things.  Because once you get them on, it will be difficult to get them off.  It’s up to you if you choose to wear knickers underneath them, I choose to.  Which means that it makes it harder to use the gusset hole.  Seriously Spanx a gusset hole?  We are not men, we are not going to be able to aim through that.  So that means the Spanx which I wear from just under my bra, down to my mid-thigh have to come off when I go for a wee.  Hence, get as much as you can out before you attempt to get them on.  The getting of them on, designed by the devil.

Once you have sweated with the effort of getting them on, the results are immediate, you will be able to zip up that dress and you will be able to move quite freely.  I have danced the night away in them many a time and have not been hampered at all.  This is the godsend of them.  Other slimming underwear can be very restrictive, and actually painful, but with Spanx this is not the case.  They are not painful at all, they move with you and ensure that you are able to dance the night away.  Which in my case is essential.

The getting in and out of these for the necessity of a wee is the work of the devil.  As mentioned before there is a gusset hole.  I have laughed over this hole many times with my friends.  When I have not been wearing them, we have both examined this hole, and whilst we can see the purpose for it, many of us can see that in practicality it would not work.  I am sure that there are some dedicated women among us who have perfected this, but I am not one of them and I don’t really want to walk around smelling of wee, so I prefer to remove the Spanx at this time.  So picture this if you will.  A tipsy me, in a tiny toilet cubicle, yanking down these slimmers, going for a wee and then struggling back into them.  So far there have been no mishaps, but I can predict that somewhere out there, there are some hilarious stories.

The other best bit is the end of the night.  Taking you Spanx off is similar to removing your skyscraper heels, the relief is amazing.  My skin always itches as the blood returns to it.  I always laugh to myself as I do it, at least I am by myself and there is no one there to watch that particular spectacle.

So this is my clumsy tribute to Spanx.  Spanx you have made me look better on many occasions, you have kept me in and held me tight.  You have enabled me to dance the night away and have no worry about wobbling everywhere.  I would love to see a day when I am comfortable enough with my body to not care and to go without them.  But again, not sure that this day is coming in the next we while.  I would love to foresee a day when I no longer need you, but think that our relationship is very safe for now.