Sunday, 31 May 2015

"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

Thursday, 30 April 2015

"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

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

"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

Saturday, 28 February 2015

"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



Monday, 26 January 2015

"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

Monday, 5 January 2015

"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


Saturday, 27 September 2014

"Heaven is whenever..."

"...We can get together."


So I've had a particularly rubbish week. I've been coming down with a cold, so after struggling through Monday at work I sacked off the pub quiz that evening and called in sick on Tuesday. Turns out, being off work is brilliant but only when you're not actually ill... Obviously I appreciated the chance to watch some terrible TV (ANTM anyone? Nope, just me then...) but generally it's just killing time until someone comes along to entertain you. 

Wednesday saw me back in work, but being repeatedly told how ill I looked and how I should go home... A big confidence booster, I can tell you. But I had to be in to prepare for my mammoth Thursday - anyone fancy 4 hours of back-to-back meetings, being filmed and no lunch? So when Friday rolled around (with a sneaky pub lunch served by what could be the IDENTICAL TWIN of Theon Greyjoy from Game of Thrones) I was ready to crawl into my Spiderman onesie and stick my snotty nose in a good book. 

My Filofax , though, had other plans (yes, I said Filofax. Deal with it). Dinner at my (gorgeously hyperactive) friend's flat in Sawbo to spend the night with some of my oldest and best friends. 

And I could not be more grateful I dragged myself there. 

I know everyone thinks they have the best mates, but they really really don't. Because I do. It doesn't matter how often I see C., HSnr. and HJnr., they always have something interesting to talk about, some new perspective on my problems, and some horrific but hilarious anecdote. 

Us in Prague, August 2011

After about a million menthol rollies, a few bottles of wine, rum and gin, and 4 hours of Trivial Pursuit, we had covered most of the basics: life, love, mental health, dreams, sex, music, and drugs. I had also had a couple of epiphanies about myself, the main one being that I can answer a goodly amount of Trivial Pursuit questions but only when it's someone else's go. 

What I admire most about my friends is their unflinching honesty. Things are rarely perfect or even pretty but that just doesn't matter. We take whatever people have/who they are and we embrace, relate to, and accept it all. Who could ask for more?

The best end to a shitty week. (Not including the drunk guy who sat next to me on the train home. Nor me having to pick up his can of cider when he tipped it over. Nor the looks of others when I then smelt of cider. Sigh.)


*Quote from The Hold Steady.