“End, begin, all the same…”

“…Big change. Sometimes good, sometimes bad.”

Okay. I’ve finished. I have completed CB’s Navigate jumper.

In summary? 

I would not knit this again. Not without a lot of deviations from the pattern.

The low down? 

I hate a lot of the finishes.

I hate the stupid cast on and how it’s made the cuffs look all stretched out. I hate that I didn’t use the fancy bind off (because I hated the cast on) and that now looks a bit severe.

I hate that the neckline is too wide, even though I knitted it narrower than the pattern specified.

I hate that it’s a bit see-through (though that’s down to my choice of wool and desire for a thin jumper for a warm-blooded man).

I hate that I’m convinced on the first day he tries to wear it, it’ll snag on something or a seam will unravel.

BUT I love some things about it too though.

I love that it fits him like a glove.

I love that the sleeves are the perfect length.

I love the cable detailing on the front and back.

I love how soft it is.

I love how much CB loves it.

I love that I knitted a man-sized jumper in fingering-weight wool as a testament to how much I love this man.

*Quote from The Dark Crystal.

“Always something happening…”

“…And nothing going on.”

Something that knitters on Ravelry seem to do is “Flash their Stash”, I’m not sure why exactly but I really enjoy seeing everyone’s yarn hoards.

And boy howdy are some of them big! I mean, taking up the whole floor of a room kinda big. I wish I had the time to knit all of that, or the money to buy it! But I know that even if I did, knowing I had such a huge quantity of unused yarn would make me anxious. I like using things up, I like keeping my possessions down at a sensible amount (based on storage space and need).

As I already feel my stash is a little high, I thought I would “flash” it here once a year so I can keep tracks on whether it seems to be growing and to see whether I have any repeat offenders (yarn that is in the stash year after year without ever getting used) that I can donate/repurpose/throw away.

So here it is:

(Not pictured: half a ball of sock yarn)

Which then gets bagged up:

Which all fits into stored in a medium sized box.

It looks like quite a lot there…Compared with some other knitters, it’s really not, but to me it looks like an unreasonable amount.

I worry about the six on the top left in the first picture (bottom right in second) as they are horrid acrylic and should probably be burnt, but they are usful in a pinch or to use a string, so I always shy away from the bin.

I am currently knitting a jumper with the dark blue skeins on the right in picture one (left in picture two) and have some rough plans for a few other balls…

Not much else to say, I guess we’ll see where we are in a year’s time!

*Quote from John Lennon

“And I've made up my mind…”

“…I ain't wasting no more time.”

Here we go again – welcome to 2019!

Let's look back on the resolutions I set myself in 2018

1. Read 26 books (one every fortnight).

Smashed it.

2. Knit myself a jumper.

Smashed it.

3. Knit CB a jumper.

Started it in August but found it too stressful and gave up. Have cast on again now so hoping to get this done early in the New Year (read: before April....maybe?).

4. Knit myself a pair of socks. 

Smashed it

5. Knit CB a pair of socks. 

URGGHH! This was infuriatingly difficult, I just had no motivation to pick them up. I did however have a day or so of dedicated knitting just before Christmas and so I can confirm I smashed this.

6. Remain the right size to fit into my wedding dress.

I should probably check this….I’m roughly the same size so I’m calling this a smasher.

7. Moisturise after showering.

Most times. Counting this as a smash.

Overall:

• I read 58 books 
• I watched 74 films 
• I knitted 16 items

Very happy I’ve trounced the book score – I do take a lot of enjoyment from reading, but it’s one of those things that I find surprisingly easy to fall out of habit doing. I’m keeping it as a resolution this year because of that reason.

Films are much of a muchness. I’d like to go to the cinema more regularly I think. It’s not the cheapest, but I really enjoy the experience.

Knitting is yet to find a state of equilibrium. I like to keep up with it, but my finger really needs a break! The skin is pretty hard and kind of swollen…

So, now we’re well and truly finished with 2018, let's have a think about what we want to achieve this year:

RESOLUTIONS

1. Read 52 books (one every week).
2. Bake the American Wedding Cake from Mary Berry’s Baking Bible.
3. Knit 12 items (incuding finishing CB’s jumper).
4. Go to the cinema 12 times (once a month). 
5. Generally take care of my skin and hair. 

*Quote from Whitesnake

“You can lead a horticulture…”

“…but you can't make her think.”

Ooh you know what? I think I’m late for my Resolutions update!

So I made 7 resolutions in January (blogged about here) and talked about my total of books read/films watched/knitted things knitted.

So where are we with those?

1. Read 26 books (one every fortnight).
Chugging along VERY nicely with this one as you’ll see in the totals below. I’m reading at least one chapter every day. That just keeps me in the habit of reading and my love of the activity and the stories keeps it from ever being a chore.

2. Knit myself a jumper. 
COMPLETE! Peloponnese blogged about here.

3. Knit CB a jumper. 
Yeah. Still working on that one. It’s the next to be cast on, I swear!

4. Knit myself a pair of socks.
COMPLETE! Socks (and an Easter bird) blogged about here.

5. Knit CB a pair of socks.
I have started these. I’ve knitted one sock…and a bit….and then I ran out of steam. I am still aiming to finish by the end of the year, but I can’t say I see many more socks in my future.

6. Remain the right size to fit into my wedding dress.
Huh. I should probably check that… But I sincerely doubt I can. FAIL.

7. Moisturise after showering.
I have missed doing this a couple of times, but I’m calling this one CURRENTLY BEING ACHIEVED because I do it 9 times out of 10. Well, maybe 8 times out of 10. Still a win!

Now on to the totals! As a recap, 2017 came in at:

• I read 23 books 
• I watched 67 films 
• I knitted 33 items 

So far in 2018 we’re at:

• I’ve read 36 books (plus 3 short stories) 
• I’ve watched 37 films 
• I’ve knitted 7 items

Absolutely smashing that book goal, but I'm a bit disappointed by the number of knitted things. I doubt that will go up by much by Christmas as I’ll be working on a complicated jumper and I’m going on holiday for a month!

*Quote from Dorothy Parker

"I may not have gone where I intended to go…”

“…but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."

I’ve just realised I have been successfully blogging on a weekly basis for a year now!

Huzzah!

This makes me very proud of my dedication, but also makes me sad as this time last year I was still in the rosy, post-New Zealand glow.

Quite a lot has happened in this past year. I have changed jobs, moved across the country, and got married. In that order. Friends have got married, got engaged, bought puppies and kittens, bought houses, had babies and become pregnant. Phew.

My knitting has had ups and downs, my reading has had downs and ups. My exercise levels have remained fairly non-existent, with a couple of blips here and there, and my film-watching has remained consistent.

I think this next year I will expand my blog from 99% about knitting to about 75% knitting. I’m thinking book and film reviews, I’m thinking… Well that’s what I’m thinking, book and film reviews. Maybe the odd gig or show I go to.

Oh that’s what else I was thinking – baking! I could tell you a bit more about my baking! Did I ever mention my Simnel Cake?

It was slightly over baked and the marzipan wasn't that flavourful. But still. At least it looks pretty!

Anyway, I wanted to mark the occasion of our anniversary, dear reader. Thank you for listening to me wittering on about double pointed needles and pattern choices.

I can’t promise things will change, but I can promise…Err….No, that’s it.

*Quote from Douglas Adams

“For last year's words belong to last year's language..."

"...And next year's words await another voice.” 

Welcome to 2018 everyone!

Before I go into reviewing the past year, let's get the usual guff over with -

RESOLUTIONS

Now I haven't really got any good ones, but let's give it a go.

1. Read 26 books (one every fortnight).
2. Knit myself a jumper.
3. Knit CB a jumper.
4. Knit myself a pair of socks.
5. Knit CB a pair of socks.
6. Remain the right size to fit into my wedding dress.
7. Moisturise after showering.
8. Some other stuff?

Yeah, this self-improvement malarkey is rubbish.

Let's instead look back on what I achieved in 2017:

• I read 23 books (just cannot get into Catch 22)
• I watched 67 films (not all good films unfortunately)
• I knitted 33 items (and began two others I later frogged)

I'm disappointed with my book score. I know I had some big ones in there (Wheel of Time novels and a Lord of the Rings re-read) but I read 43 in 2016 and a whopping 75 in 2015!

Films are much of a muchness. 67 is down from the 81 watched in 2016, but on par with 2015's total of 65.

Knitting is a new hobby and I suspect it's the reason for the decrease in the other two. I took up knitting in the summer of 2016 and knitted 15 items. That has approximately doubled for a full-year of knitting in 2017 so is about right.

I would prefer to read more in 2018 and knit fewer but larger items (jumpers rather than mittens). Films can chug along as usual. To be honest I have a pretty good life - as long as everyone I love remains healthy and happy I don't really mind if I'm not the perfect version of myself. I reckon she'd be annoying anyway.


*Quote from T.S. Eliot

“Time you enjoy wasting..."

"...is not wasted time.”

It’s been a little while since my last knitting post. This isn’t because I haven’t been knitting, it’s just that I haven’t got a finished object (FO) to show off. I only have a work in progress (WIP).

I’m about halfway through my Carnaby skirt in Cascade 220 (colour Jet) (link to the pattern is here):

I’m really enjoying the pattern and the wool, but as it needs to be large enough to go around my plump posterior it’s not the quickest of knits! Additionally I have this terrible habit of picking at my cuticles and the skin around my fingernails and the forefinger on my right hand is currently flayed to the knuckle:

As this is the finger that the wool gets wrapped around while knitting…

…I’m sure you can understand why I’m finding it too painful to knit for too long of an evening. I only have myself to blame though!

I’m obviously disappointed I’m not being more productive but, since I knit primarily because I enjoy knitting, I’m not going to beat myself up over it. If I cause myself pain while knitting Carnaby I will never think fondly of the finished skirt when I wear it.

I’m also disappointed with the number of books I’ve read so far this year. I wanted to read 52 books and graphic novels over the year, averaging one a week. This sounds ambitious but I have achieved it in previous years. Years before I started knitting...

I have a fast reading speed and, in PK (pre-knitting) years, I read a lot. I wasn’t living with CB and I spent my free time in the evenings reading (and smoking). I now spend my time working my way through TV series (most recently was American Gods season 1, RuPaul’s Drag Race season 9, and The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt season 3) or watching CB defend the world on the Playstation (currently Shadow of Mordor, I think) while knitting. (I have also given up the smoking.)

This has inevitably taken its toll on my reading time, which was essentially reduced to the hour I spent in total commuting to work each day. Now I’ve moved Oop North, I walk to work. So when do I read, Philly-Fans? In truth I haven’t cracked my book open in weeks. My reading total now we’re half-way through the year is static at 15. This is slightly misleading as 5 of those have been weighty tomes, but I doubt it will go much higher.

I know I shouldn’t feel disappointed. It’s just a meaningless challenge I set myself after all. I should spend my free time doing whatever I what to do at that time. I just can’t help it. There’s a little bookworm in my head constantly lamenting the sheer number of books I have yet to read, the number of literary adventures I’ve yet to go on, and the number of characters I will fall in love with (and will break my heart over when they inevitably die) and it’s hard to argue with him!


*Quote from Marthe Troly-Curtin

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you…”

“…And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”

As I write this, I am embarking on my last week at work. Well, at this work, not last working week ever, but still!

It’s always bittersweet leaving a job. You’re keen to start the next challenge, meet new people, take on new responsibilities, but you’re sad to leave the familiar.

Personally, I hate change. I hate the unknown. It’s one of my biggest weaknesses – I even hate surprises! No surprise parties for me, no mystery gift, no ‘pack your bag darling, we’re going away this weekend’, I would hate it with a passion.

So despite having some extreme frustrations with my current job, there’s something comforting about knowing what will happen (even if it frustrates me). Over the past four years I’ve grown enough to be a big fish in a little pond, knowing every rock and plant, every eddy and flow.

A result of my hatred of the unknown is that I tend to over-prepare for things. I’m trying to not do that in this case. I’m preparing, but not over-preparing. For instance I’ve prepared my list of committee deadlines, but I haven’t populated it. I’ve arranged to meet my new manager for a cuppa before I start, but I haven’t planned a list of questions. I’ve gathered some key documents on being an effective manager, but I haven’t planned to do or say anything specific for my new team. This may not sound like a lot, but it’s good for me.

I am thinking ahead to my first week at the new job:

• I want to be friendly and enthusiastic, but not in a cheesy or overwhelming way.
• I want to be a human sponge to take in all the information I can.
• I don’t want to be too reliant on people showing me how to do things; I want to be shown once and be able to do it with only a few specific follow-up questions.
• I want to take notes when people show me how to do things.
• I want to remember people’s names and what they do.
• I want to get a feel for the culture and the team dynamics so I can fit in.

Essentially I want to get along with the people I work with and be good at the job I was hired to do. And only I can ensure that happens.


*Quote from Neil Gaiman

"Summertime..."

"...and the livin' is easy."


This month I resolved to solidify my positive thinking. 

Sounds like mumbo jumbo? It's just a hoity-toity way of saying that I took a moment at the end of every day to name one thing I'd learned that day, and decide what my favourite moment was. This is a really lovely thing to do, makes you all happy before you go to bed.

Unfortunately I am a waste of a brain as I mostly forgot to do it!

I did spend a lot of time on holiday (to varying degrees) so mostly I was pretty happy and learning lots of new things anyway, so maybe that counts...??

My "Favourite Day of the Month" has a few contenders. Here are my top three:

3. My friend's Hen Party in Cambridge. 

Really fun activities and such a great group of ladies. 

2. Pompeii in Italy with my sister, brother-in-law and CB. 

If you haven't been - go! 

1. Plitvicka in Croatia with CB. 

Absolutely beautiful national park. Even the crowds couldn't ruin it. 

A special mention to my my time in Dubrovnik. I wanted it on the list, but I can't think of a stand-out day as they were all so fantastic! 

My three "Favourite Things I Have Learned This Month" are:

3. Philippa Langley is reopening the 'Princes in the Tower' case. 

She's working with the Richard III Society to find the truth of the longstanding rumour that they died by the last Plantagenet's hand...

2. It's well known that St Paul's was hit by a bomb in WWII. 

What was only recently discovered during cleaning was that this blast blew the dome clean off, but it fell straight back down! Although there is a crack running the entire way round, the City Surveyor has confirmed this remains structurally sound and there is no need to fix it. 

1. There is a story that Dubrovnik asked all men coming to the city to bring a block of stone. 

It also asked all women coming to bring an egg. These all went to build the walls - the cement is supposedly made from egg whites (albumen) mixed with urine. LOVELY. 

So apologies for a rubbish month, but hopefully not for this entry.
Though, apologies I'm writing about August in September. As we have previously noted, I am a waste of a brain.



*Quote from Gershwin

"What good is the warmth of summer..."

"...without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."


This month was one I had planned since I started this New Year's thingamabob:

To go swimming in the Hampstead Heath Ponds. 

It's been quite a busy month actually, so there was only one weekend with the opportunity to go. Which was pretty early in the month. And I was chicken. 

But, true to form, I figured I'd just go ahead and do it anyway. Didn't have a swimsuit, but after doctoring a too-big bikini top (Tesco's finest) and buying some very lairy swimming shorts, I was good to go.

We had a bit of a faff getting in - CB and I had no change on us as we didn't know about the £2 cover charge, so we too a walk into Hampstead to get some out. Then we walked all the way back to find out we could get in for free with our work passes. Sigh...

It was very busy there, everyone camped out on their towels like sardines, but everyone was friendly and I was happy to leave my bag while I went off for a swim.

CB and I both opted for the 'whole-body-submersion' technique, rather than 'gradually-lowering-yourself-in", and I was very grateful as it was FREEZING. After some brisk swimming (staying mainly in the sunshiney patches) you do warm up, and it feels very refreshing. Plus the joy of being in a park rather than a swimming pool is very novel to me and I absolutely loved it.

We went for two swims, but the second one was cut short by my incessant goose pimples. In fact, once we got out I noticed my fingernails were a lovely blueish hue, and the feeling in the pad of my right thumb didn't come back until later that night!

Despite the frostbite, I would thoroughly recommend this to everyone, and will happily accompany anyone who is unsure!

*Quote from John Steinbeck

"I have not failed..."

"...I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work."


Today is my 10,000th day alive.

My 10,000th diemverary, if you like. (And I do like.)

Now I am officially old, I have come to realise that I don't really give a crap what other people think of me anymore.

Now I realise that many people probably never cared too much about what people thought of them, and I am know for unashamably being a weirdo, but there are certain things that I just can't be bothered to care about anymore.

1. Noisy wees. 
I'm sure it's different for men, but we ladies can find it a bit cringy when we wee noisily in a public loo. I know this isn't just me because you'll hear someone start to tinkle, then stop after a couple of seconds and try again. They are trying to muffle the noise. 
I don't know why we ever cared, but it's stupid. Why would anyone judge you for a noisy wee? What are they going to do? Drop by your table 5 minutes later and mention to your mates "Your mate, that blonde one there, pisses like a HORSE!" If anything, that would be hilarious.
Anyway, I have noticed that I now wee away and do not stifle my urination.
Personal growth? I think so.

2. Being a fatty.
I have a bad habit of booking gym classes, like a good human, and then cancelling them on the day because I want to go home and sit instead. Or go to the pub. And I've always felt guilty about this in the past, particularly when others are proper gym bunnies, but I have now reached an age where I just don't care who knows if I am ridiculously lazy.
Maybe my purpose in life is to make others feel better about themselves? Who cares!

3. Being a fool at work.
Anyone who works with me might be surprised to know I ever tried to conceal my idoicy, but it is true. I am clumsy. I am excitable. I am easily amused by immature things ("Where's the stapler?" "UP YOUR BUM!"). And sometimes I forget the limitations of my own body. Example - I was sitting at my desk the other morning, legs curled up under me as usual, when I had to go to someone else's desk to discuss something. I got up, stepped out, and realised my entire leg was numb. So I fell - slowly - arms flailing and possibly shrieking slightly. One of the Members (AKA An Important Person) turns to my boss and says "Is she fit for work?" obviously thinking I was still drunk from the dinner the night before. My boss, the amazing woman she is, replied "Yeah, she's pretty much like that all the time."
Been there almost two years people, no need to hide my inner-idiot.

There are other things but, as I mentioned previously, I am lazy and I can't be bothered to list anymore.

My name is Philly, I am 10,000 days old, and I am an odd human - and proud.


*Quote from Thomas Edison

"Green was the silence, wet was the light..."

"...The month of June trembled like a butterfly."


I have kept a diary since I was about 13 or 14. At times in my life I have written every day, other times it's been more sporadic. I'm not really sure what I write about...I tend to shove everything in there that I shouldn't share with the people around me.

It's great to read back on; remember how I felt about something, see how I coped before if I'm encountering a similar problem, trying to remember the good/bad things about something or someone when I can only feel the opposite...

• If I'm worrying and ruminating incessantly about something, and everyone is sick of the back teeth of hearing me talk about it, I can fill up a few pages full of every possibly scenario...and it's out, I feel better. 

• If I'm in two minds about doing something (going somewhere, messaging someone, etc) I can list out all the pros and cons - even if they are things I wouldn't necessarily want to share with someone!
  
• If I am so full of a feeling and I just want to capture it in some way... I am a verbal creature and I am most comfortable using words rather than any other creative outlet.
  
• If I am lacking in feeling and I want to assess what's wrong...
  
• If I have resolved to do something (lose weight, stop smoking etc.) recording that resolution in the diary makes it feel more official, harder to break.

This month I resolved to write in my diary every day. It's been a couple of years since I've consistently written in my diary, and my head feels untidier for it.

Although (surprise surprise) I didn't remember to write every night, I'm not too bothered. There were nights I wrote and didn't have a lot to say. I think the whole exercise has been beneficial - when I'm troubled I will think to vent in the diary sooner - but it reinforces that a diary is a creature born of desire. A need to write, not just a record of what I did or thought that day. It is an overflow space for my brain, not my calendar.


*Quote from Pablo Neruda

"The world's favorite season is the spring..."

"...All things seem possible in May."


This month I was supposed to complete attempt Tough Mudder, a ridiculous assault course for the mightiest of Phillies. Which, of course, I am.

Unfortunately, owing to reasons I am not at liberty to discuss (but I swear are proper legitimate reasons, not just me being a wuss) we had to postpone it until next year.

But fear not Philly Fans! Instead, this month I witnessed something I have wanted to see for months...

I saw the International Space Station.

I was round my Sister's house, which is in rural Essex and has an absolutely fantastic view of open countryside. It was very late, my Sister had gone to bed and my Brother-in-Law and I were up watching Spartacus and drinking cider. At about 1am we checked the ISS app, and saw it was due to grace our skies in half an hour. I set an alarm, and we continued to drink. However, my stupid alarm never went off, and we missed it. We were not happies. We checked the app again and saw a better pass was expected at 3am. We were already sleepy, but decided to power through and stay up to watch it.

Short story, we struggled to stay awake, but a few minutes before 3am we huddled in a blanket and shuffled down to the end of the garden. And it was SO WORTH IT.

The ISS went across the whole sky. I was worried I wouldn't recognise it, but it goes so quickly and is so bright I needn't have. It's so beautiful. I follow NASA etc on Twitter, so I see a lot of the photos they post from up there...and knowing the astronauts were up there looking down on us was mind-boggling.

I will totally stay up and see it again, and I urge all of you to download the free app and see it too.


*Quote from Edwin Way Teale

"It was a bright cold day in April..."

"...and the clocks were striking thirteen."


This month I forgot to resolve anything in particular, so April has been a bit mixed.

I spent the first weekend in Paris, the second in Amsterdam, the third in deepest Essex, and the fourth in our nation's capital.

I started consistently bringing lunch in from home, or stocking my locker at work with soup. Woo.

I attended the gym each week (although that was more in preparation for next month's challenge...which is now cancelled...plus I didn't actually go this week as I had a tantrum...)

I saw two short plays directed by an old friend. Which were superb and really made me think.

I completed a murder mystery treasure-hunt. That was brilliant actually.

I saw Oppenheimer at the Vaudeville. Which was fantastically wacky and horribly upsetting.

I moved house, though technically that was the end of March...

I ate a couple of Easter Eggs.

Running out of things to write now....sigh...


I'm sorry this is a really dull post! It really wasn't a dull month...



*Quote from George Orwell

"It is the first mild day of March:..."

"...Each minute sweeter than before..."

 

Bonjour Mars! 

This month I resolved to: Learn French.

Or Do Duolingo Every day. 

Or something like that.

And I only went and did it! Well done me!

This may not seem like such an achievement, but I am very very bad at languages. I had three years of German lessons at school, but it was very much an uphill battle, and I dropped the subject as soon as I could.

I decided on French (rather than picking up my tatty German) as I’m off to Paris for Easter weekend (such is my glamorous life) and I thought it might be nice to be able to make pleasantries at least.

Now originally I hoped to write this whole bloglet in French, but my skills are waaaay below the level needed to do that, so instead please find below some of my favourite Duolingo phrases:

I particularly enjoy the use of exclamation marks.... Anyway, after it got over lemons and bears, Duolingo got a little bit existential...

 And then it just got rude:

Still at least they are only words. Sticks and stones and all that.
My work colleagues, however, take things to another level...

They killed my fruit friend! Monsters...

*Quote from Wordsworth

"In the depths of winter..."

"...I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer."


Welcome to February!

Sorry it is the last day of Feb. No excuse, I'm just a terrible blog writer.

My resolution for February was less intense than January, I only resolved to do one thing.

Climb the O2. (Dun dun durrrrr...)

I spent the weekend at my lovely friend's house in Warwick, and arrived back in London on the16th to conquer the Dome. With my CB in tow, I rocked up, got kitted out, and set off.

The weather was horrific, really grim. Freezing wind and buckets of rain. We were head to toe in waterproofs (sexy) and had heavy harnesses swinging from our waists (fit).

It wasn't as slippery as I thought it would be, but it was really bouncy! The view was obviously lovely,but hard to enjoy it in the pouring rain. Plus we were climbing with a bunch of chavs - seriously, who knew chavs were still a thing?!

So yeah...probably wouldn't do it again, or recommend it really, but it was a fun outing and I'm glad I tried it.


*Quote from Albert Camus

"That blasts of January..."

"...Would blow you through and through."

Right, so January I resolved to visit at least 4 places in London I have never been before. Here are my four:

Tower Bridge Exhibition
Early this month a friend and I visited the glass walkway and engine rooms at Tower Bridge.

I get in for free as a perk of my job, so that was one of the reasons we decided on that one! It was pretty cool actually, really fun to stand on the glass and pretend to crush the cars and pedestrians below (though it would be better if some of them fell down to make it more realistic) and I quite liked seeing the engines. The main downside was the amount of tourists... Do you really need 3 pictures of you lying on the glass floor? Really? Do you really think the glass will break if I jump on it? MORE FOOL YOU.

I'm not sure it would have been worth the £9 fee most visitors spend, but I'm pleased I went.

Highgate Cemetery
The middle of this month I took a tour of the West Cemetery at Highgate.

We arrived and signed up to the next tour and luckily we were the only people on it! Private tour? Yes please! A lovely, very knowledgeable volunteer named Doreen showed us round, including a grave not always shown on the regular tour - the Rossetti's. This is also the resting place of Elizabeth Siddal, muse and wife of Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Who had her exhumed a few years after her burial in order to retrieve an  unpublished book of poems to sell when he fell on hard times! So romantic...

I particularly enjoyed the grave of Tom Sayers, a bare-knuckle fighter who lasted more than forty rounds in a fight against American John Heenan, despite breaking his arm early on and fighting the rest one-handed. When he died a few years later, his chief mourner was his mastiff, Lion, a stone version of whom guards his grave.

I wish I could list all of Doreen's facts and stories, but I will just give shout-outs to the tombs of George Wombwell, Julius Beer, and Radclyffe Hall. Look 'em up.

Will definitely be going back in the Summer. Double thumbs up.

Dennis Severs' House
On the 19th CB and I had a mooch around Dennis Severs' House in Folgate Street.

It's a house/museum/still-life-drama that you walk round in silence. Each room is a different historical period, and you follow the story of the fictional Jervis family as you walk through the house and walk through time.

The rooms are arranged as if the family has just walked out as you've walked in, with half drunk cups of tea, broken cups, unmade beds and spilt sugar etc. Very odd, very unusual and really cool! A lot of objects you'd be used to seeing in a museum, but having them arranged as though they were still in use really changes your perception of them. It's like a living museum.

I particularly like the kitchen, with cheeky sugar mice and gingerbread men peeping out from the shelves and cookery books, and I liked the noise effects because they really helped cement you in the time period of the room. I also enjoyed checking to see if the chamber pots had been used or not!

Very odd, but well worth a visit.

Sky Garden
I work in the City, so a group of us decided to visit the Sky Garden in the Walkie Talkie. I think CoL gave it planning permission so really we were doing our civic duty in inspecting it. Yes we were.

I am sad to say it was really really disappointing!

I know everything's newly planted, but you can't really call it a garden. The planted bits are too steep and you can't walk on them. The view is gorgeous and all the curved glass is absolutely beautiful and all that jazz, but the place feels very corporate and not garden-like at all. We looked around, took some pictures....and left. There is a cafe, but we figured the food would be pretty pricey, and there is a terrace but it was bloody closed! (Not cool, Sky Garden.)

Would make a bangin' club though. Just saying.


*Quote from William Shakespeare

"Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering..."

"...'It will be happier'"

So a lot of 2014 sucked. Like, really sucked.

So this year I thought instead of making a New Year resolution that would limit me in some way (i.e. stop smoking, cut out chocolate etc.) I would do something to open my life up a little bit. Which sounds pretty prissy, but I don't care. Eating healthily or making myself go to the gym would undoubtedly make me feel good, but not necessarily happy. Which is important.

So, to cut to the chase, I have resolved to do something I have never done before every month.

Not all the months have been finalised yet, but I have some ideas....

January I am visiting at least 4 places in London I have never been. I've already done one and I have some good ideas for the others. Hoping to blog at the end of every month so watch this space Philly Fans!


*Quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson