As the leaders of the 27 European Union countries met for the summit last Friday, many had hopes of David Cameron going over with demands for the city of London that would have brought some powers back home from Brussels. David would demand certain protections for the City of London including repealing the proposed Tobin tax and rightly so, considering that the City is in itself greater than 10% of the United Kingdom's entire GDP.
Our gallient Knight was riding off to Euroland, not so Far Far away and potentially would come back a hero.
At the time I was reminded somewhat of Alan Turing, the incredible genuius that in the second World War managed to crack the code of the Inigma Machine and effectively was the mind behind the Worlds first ever computer, Collossus.
While Turings efforts helped us to win the War and some say shorted the entire duration of the war by some two years. Truly a hero that saved Millions of lives? You would think so. But far from a heros welcome back while trying to do the right thing and reporting a theft, calling the police himself, we was prosecutted for Gross Indeceny, or rather for the fact that he was, shock horror, a Homosexual. (Thankfully how far we have come). Sadly Turing was sentenced to Chemical Castration, which effectively started to alter his genius brain and on 8th June 1954, he took his own life and poisoned himself with Cyanide.
Would David Cameron go forth and help to save the EU & the Euro, only to come home and be prosecutted by his own party members or the British folk as a whole and loose his Political head? Or did we all have our heads high in the sky and over ambitious expectations?
Of course, we all know the outcome. France & Germany, the powerhouses (Bullys) both refuse to budge on the Financial Services Protection David wanted for our fair land. I wonder how France and Sarcozy would feel if the issue on the table were reversed and they were cornered and asked to give up all the farming subsidies that they have always enjoyed? The shoe would surely be on the other foot no?
Was David right in using his Veto? Will we now be outcast and sat on the verges as Europe heads towards closer Fiscal Union and are we better off out than in? For often in History the best of intentions have turned sour. The poor folk of Pompei as Versuvius erupted headed for shelter and the beach only to be killed by the pyroclastic flow.
Maybe we are better off on the outer edges as Europe works on trying to fix a broken leg with nothing more than a Band Aid.
The Veto now leaves us outside of the War Room and as each of the remaining 26 Member States head back to try to push the changes through their own governments since the Veto I can not help but wonder how long it will be before the first member state leaves the EU. I always thought or rather suspected that it would be Greece who clearly need to devalue their currency to make themselves more competitive, but now I almost wonder if the first to exit will be the UK?
The straw to break the camels back is the £2.9 Billion rebate Mrs Thatcher rightly guaranteed us. After all, the UK is the second largest contributer to the EU Budgets. Of course Gordon Brown gave much of it up, (Another fine mess he got us into), but as they threaten to take back our rebate I can't help but think the £50 Billion membership fee could be better spent at home fixing our own problems. Was the Veto right? Who knows?
The Mayan's & Nostradamas predicted Armageddon on the 21st December 2012. Could it actually rather be the end of the EU as we know it?
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Guy Fawkes Night
Remember, Remember the 5th of November, as the poem goes and as the people of the United Kingdom have done since the year 1606 in commemoration of the fact that the year before a certain Guy Fawkes was caught in the cellars of the Houses of Parliament along with dozens of barrels of gunpowder in an attempted plot to kill the entire Government.
He was caught, subsequently tried and given the most harsh of punishment available at the time, Hung, Drawn and Quartered, a penalty used since the year 1351 as punishment for high treason. This involved the victim or rather the accused of being hung to the point of death, emasculated (Castrated), disembowelled and their body cut into four pieces. Then their body pieces displayed around the city as a warning to others. It was common for them to place the head of the dead on a spear on London Bridge. No wonder the plague killed 20% of the city between 1665 and 1666.
The Guy Fawkes Celebration, also known as Bonfire night is traditionally celebrated with Fireworks and historically a Bonfire. Children would create their own Guy, made out of old clothes stuffed with News Papers and Guy would be placed on the Bon Fire to burn.
Apparently the London Clear Air Act prohibits Bonfires now, so unlike when I was younger and the public Firework displays also hosted a huge 50 foot fire, it is just a firework display.
For several years now my dear friends Richard & Mark (The Leather Queens), have hosted a small Firework party for close friends and we all gathered outside in their garden to watch the Rockets & Catherine Wheels. The wind was blowing the wrong direction and we all got covered in smoke and enjoyed a couple of sparklers and a few glasses of tipple in very good company.
Years gone by you would have heard the noise of fireworks for weeks before and after November the 5th but I guess it’s a sign of the times as aside from the weekend before I Have heard no fireworks before or since. Who can afford them to start with prices rocketing as they have been.
Thanks to the Leather Queens once again for their hospitality and a lovely Guy Fawkes as always.
He was caught, subsequently tried and given the most harsh of punishment available at the time, Hung, Drawn and Quartered, a penalty used since the year 1351 as punishment for high treason. This involved the victim or rather the accused of being hung to the point of death, emasculated (Castrated), disembowelled and their body cut into four pieces. Then their body pieces displayed around the city as a warning to others. It was common for them to place the head of the dead on a spear on London Bridge. No wonder the plague killed 20% of the city between 1665 and 1666.
The Guy Fawkes Celebration, also known as Bonfire night is traditionally celebrated with Fireworks and historically a Bonfire. Children would create their own Guy, made out of old clothes stuffed with News Papers and Guy would be placed on the Bon Fire to burn.
Apparently the London Clear Air Act prohibits Bonfires now, so unlike when I was younger and the public Firework displays also hosted a huge 50 foot fire, it is just a firework display.
For several years now my dear friends Richard & Mark (The Leather Queens), have hosted a small Firework party for close friends and we all gathered outside in their garden to watch the Rockets & Catherine Wheels. The wind was blowing the wrong direction and we all got covered in smoke and enjoyed a couple of sparklers and a few glasses of tipple in very good company.
Years gone by you would have heard the noise of fireworks for weeks before and after November the 5th but I guess it’s a sign of the times as aside from the weekend before I Have heard no fireworks before or since. Who can afford them to start with prices rocketing as they have been.
Thanks to the Leather Queens once again for their hospitality and a lovely Guy Fawkes as always.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Nose Job
For as long as I can remember I have suffered with some sort of sinus related problems, often being told that I have a cough and I know that I am unable to leave the house without a small packet of tissues. But having been a contractor and on the road for much of the past ten years, visiting a Doctor often became something I did only as an absolute necessity.
Things changed once I was offered a permanent role and with the banks in-house Doctors and Nurse Team to serve the some 5000 staff, it meant that I had no excuse not to visit. In fact, before we moved from Mayfair to the city, the Doctor was in our building one day a week. So on my teams insistence I eventually went to see the Doctor about my ever persistent cough. (It being something that I do so often that I don't even realize I am doing it and as such, sometimes, takes other people to point out).
The Doctor has a little listen with a Stethoscope and then sent me off in the afternoon to the Princess Grace Hospital in fabulous Marylebone (The marvels of being covered by private insurance through work, means you are generally seen the same day). An X-ray taken and no obvious signs I was sent off to see a specialist ENT Consultant, Dr Haacke.
A few questions later I was sent off to London Bridge Hospital the next day for a CAT Scan and then once the imaging was reviewed, it became quite apparent where the problem lay. I had a somewhat deviated Septum and Sinus's much smaller than would be expected of someone of my age.
Dr Haacke initially asked me to try and course of Steroid Spray to see if it made things any better, when coincided with a twice daily nasal douche. The result was no apparent change so my remaining option was corrective surgery. Apparently quite a common operation, with Dr Haacke having performed in excess of 9000 of them on asking around I was surprised at how many people had already had the same Operation. This included Ray on my team, whom was the main reason I had put off any idea of considering having anything done. He had the Op when he was 15 years old in a day when surgery was far more invasive than it is in modern day. Having hacked away half of his inner nasal passages they had packed his nose with Gauze which he needed to return a week later for them to remove. Naturally packed Gauze will stick to the inside of ones nose and on removal, the bleeding returns once more. I have heard stories of some people loosing up to Four Pints of blood! This filled me with horror and Ray liked to remind me how much it hurt.
Doctor Haacke on the other hand ensured me that these days it was micro surgery and that I would only be unconscious for perhaps an hour and would only be kept in Hospital over night to ensure that they have successfully stopped the nose from bleeding.
So the date was booked, 27th October, I would need to be at the Lister Hospital at 0700. How the apprehension grew greater the closer I got to the Operation date. Indeed by the day before I was struggling to concentrate on anything much at all. The pre operation paperwork had stated that it was paramount that you contact their office if in the week up to the Operation you develop any cold or flu like symptons. Simply, you can not have a sinus operation when you are trying to fight off infection. Of course, that week before it seemed like not one person in the office didn't have a cough. There was so much coughing it actually started to make me feel like I was sat in a Doctors waiting room and not the Office.
I had to wake at 05:00 on the 27th, in order to get dressed and to arrive at the Lister by 07:00. I took a train to Waterloo and then jumped into a Taxi for the rest of the journey. Upon arrival, I was taken by a porter to my own private room and shown how to operate everything and explained the Hospital facilities. Then a nurse arrived and started to take measurements for anti DVT leggings and weighed me to ensure that they calcultated the General Anesthetic correctly. I was then asked to dress in a blue paper gown which had plastic airbags on the inside to keep your body warm in the old air of Theatre.
Next Doctor Haacke arrived and asked me to sign the Operation Consent forms and finally it was Fraser, my Anesthetist, who explained what would happen. I was so glad I was the first Operation of the day. The thought of having to hang around too long with the apprehension would have been horrid.
By 08:45 they were ready for me in Theatre and the Staff Nurse led me to the elevator and I was asked to lie on a Trolly, was wrapped in a blanket and taken down to a prep room where Fraser and another specialist were ready for me. "Don't worry", said Fraser, "I'm about to give you something for your nerves. This will be like a very large Gin & Tonic". (I hope its Hendricks, I thought). They connected a Catheter and moments later injected the General. Woah. I felt the coldness as it entered my arm and then as soon as they put the Oxygene/Gas mask on my face I was out cold. The first I knew of anything was being woken in the recovery room at 10:10. It was the weirdest feeling. I had expected them to ask me to count to ten and had thought that the Gin & Tonic was the pre-meds not the actual thing. I woke with Fraser by my side and coughing up blood, for which they gave me some tissues and a small cup of water. Once I had fully revived and was somewhat corpus mentus was taken back up to my room.
The nurse arrived and the second I was sat up in Bed my nose started to bleed. They wrapped some Gauze under my nostrils and I was given a bunch of pills. Pain Killers, Anti-biotic, anti clotting pills. But aside from a blocked nose and a nose bleed, I wasn't really in any pain except for a sinus related headache.
I had a delicious lunch of Mushroom Soup and then Chicken Ceasar Salad, which must have meant that I was on the mend, I had an appetite. I still felt somewhat dazed from the anesthetic but in a private room with your own OnDemand television, I was quite compfortable and settled in watching TV and recouping.
At 1700, Richard popped in to visit, followed by Dusan and then Ian & Claire. It was so nice to have visitors and really made the time go by and a constant stream of nurses provided me with pills, took my blood pressure, checked I was correctly changing my Gauze dressings.
Sleeping however was something that would not come easy. I still couldn't breath at all through my nose at all. It was so blocked and so breathing through ones mouth meant I was constantly parched. Then I was told I had to remain with my head elevated and I still had the Catheter in my hand, which hurt everytime it caught on the bedding.
I was so pleased when at 830AM they said I could leave as soon as someone collected me. Dusan was there at 10:00 on the dot and I have been at home since, ordered to rest as I recover. The main thing this week is to rest up while the swelling reduces and ensure I stay away from any chance of infections. I'm to avoid any public transport and Air Conditioned venues, which pretty much means I live between the Bed at night and the sofa during the day. I still have some blood leaking, I still have a headache, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I had anticipated. I guess it will be a couple of weeks, once the swelling has reduced, before we will know, did it remove the cough and can I breath better? Lets hope so.
A huge thanks to everyone for the kind messages, for the visits, the texts and to everyone that looked after me. Now I really can answer when people ask, where are you from? "I'm from Essex, but my nose is from Chelsea" :-)
Things changed once I was offered a permanent role and with the banks in-house Doctors and Nurse Team to serve the some 5000 staff, it meant that I had no excuse not to visit. In fact, before we moved from Mayfair to the city, the Doctor was in our building one day a week. So on my teams insistence I eventually went to see the Doctor about my ever persistent cough. (It being something that I do so often that I don't even realize I am doing it and as such, sometimes, takes other people to point out).
The Doctor has a little listen with a Stethoscope and then sent me off in the afternoon to the Princess Grace Hospital in fabulous Marylebone (The marvels of being covered by private insurance through work, means you are generally seen the same day). An X-ray taken and no obvious signs I was sent off to see a specialist ENT Consultant, Dr Haacke.
A few questions later I was sent off to London Bridge Hospital the next day for a CAT Scan and then once the imaging was reviewed, it became quite apparent where the problem lay. I had a somewhat deviated Septum and Sinus's much smaller than would be expected of someone of my age.
Dr Haacke initially asked me to try and course of Steroid Spray to see if it made things any better, when coincided with a twice daily nasal douche. The result was no apparent change so my remaining option was corrective surgery. Apparently quite a common operation, with Dr Haacke having performed in excess of 9000 of them on asking around I was surprised at how many people had already had the same Operation. This included Ray on my team, whom was the main reason I had put off any idea of considering having anything done. He had the Op when he was 15 years old in a day when surgery was far more invasive than it is in modern day. Having hacked away half of his inner nasal passages they had packed his nose with Gauze which he needed to return a week later for them to remove. Naturally packed Gauze will stick to the inside of ones nose and on removal, the bleeding returns once more. I have heard stories of some people loosing up to Four Pints of blood! This filled me with horror and Ray liked to remind me how much it hurt.
Doctor Haacke on the other hand ensured me that these days it was micro surgery and that I would only be unconscious for perhaps an hour and would only be kept in Hospital over night to ensure that they have successfully stopped the nose from bleeding.
So the date was booked, 27th October, I would need to be at the Lister Hospital at 0700. How the apprehension grew greater the closer I got to the Operation date. Indeed by the day before I was struggling to concentrate on anything much at all. The pre operation paperwork had stated that it was paramount that you contact their office if in the week up to the Operation you develop any cold or flu like symptons. Simply, you can not have a sinus operation when you are trying to fight off infection. Of course, that week before it seemed like not one person in the office didn't have a cough. There was so much coughing it actually started to make me feel like I was sat in a Doctors waiting room and not the Office.
I had to wake at 05:00 on the 27th, in order to get dressed and to arrive at the Lister by 07:00. I took a train to Waterloo and then jumped into a Taxi for the rest of the journey. Upon arrival, I was taken by a porter to my own private room and shown how to operate everything and explained the Hospital facilities. Then a nurse arrived and started to take measurements for anti DVT leggings and weighed me to ensure that they calcultated the General Anesthetic correctly. I was then asked to dress in a blue paper gown which had plastic airbags on the inside to keep your body warm in the old air of Theatre.
Next Doctor Haacke arrived and asked me to sign the Operation Consent forms and finally it was Fraser, my Anesthetist, who explained what would happen. I was so glad I was the first Operation of the day. The thought of having to hang around too long with the apprehension would have been horrid.
By 08:45 they were ready for me in Theatre and the Staff Nurse led me to the elevator and I was asked to lie on a Trolly, was wrapped in a blanket and taken down to a prep room where Fraser and another specialist were ready for me. "Don't worry", said Fraser, "I'm about to give you something for your nerves. This will be like a very large Gin & Tonic". (I hope its Hendricks, I thought). They connected a Catheter and moments later injected the General. Woah. I felt the coldness as it entered my arm and then as soon as they put the Oxygene/Gas mask on my face I was out cold. The first I knew of anything was being woken in the recovery room at 10:10. It was the weirdest feeling. I had expected them to ask me to count to ten and had thought that the Gin & Tonic was the pre-meds not the actual thing. I woke with Fraser by my side and coughing up blood, for which they gave me some tissues and a small cup of water. Once I had fully revived and was somewhat corpus mentus was taken back up to my room.
The nurse arrived and the second I was sat up in Bed my nose started to bleed. They wrapped some Gauze under my nostrils and I was given a bunch of pills. Pain Killers, Anti-biotic, anti clotting pills. But aside from a blocked nose and a nose bleed, I wasn't really in any pain except for a sinus related headache.
I had a delicious lunch of Mushroom Soup and then Chicken Ceasar Salad, which must have meant that I was on the mend, I had an appetite. I still felt somewhat dazed from the anesthetic but in a private room with your own OnDemand television, I was quite compfortable and settled in watching TV and recouping.
At 1700, Richard popped in to visit, followed by Dusan and then Ian & Claire. It was so nice to have visitors and really made the time go by and a constant stream of nurses provided me with pills, took my blood pressure, checked I was correctly changing my Gauze dressings.
Sleeping however was something that would not come easy. I still couldn't breath at all through my nose at all. It was so blocked and so breathing through ones mouth meant I was constantly parched. Then I was told I had to remain with my head elevated and I still had the Catheter in my hand, which hurt everytime it caught on the bedding.
I was so pleased when at 830AM they said I could leave as soon as someone collected me. Dusan was there at 10:00 on the dot and I have been at home since, ordered to rest as I recover. The main thing this week is to rest up while the swelling reduces and ensure I stay away from any chance of infections. I'm to avoid any public transport and Air Conditioned venues, which pretty much means I live between the Bed at night and the sofa during the day. I still have some blood leaking, I still have a headache, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I had anticipated. I guess it will be a couple of weeks, once the swelling has reduced, before we will know, did it remove the cough and can I breath better? Lets hope so.
A huge thanks to everyone for the kind messages, for the visits, the texts and to everyone that looked after me. Now I really can answer when people ask, where are you from? "I'm from Essex, but my nose is from Chelsea" :-)
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Alex's Birthday Bash
After years in the Wilderness (How else do I describe their move to Basingstoke, Leeds and then Kew?) they had finally moved back into Central London in time for Alex's birthday bash. Saying Central London is a bit of an understatement in itself, their new home is a beautiful dockside apartment in Shad Thames, down near Butlers Wharf and Tower Bridge.
Apparently a number 47 bus went directly from our home to theirs so Saturday evening, having groomed and dressed we found our way to the bus stop and thankfully we are on a route that is widely serviced by transportation. We didn't have to wait much more than five minutes before a bright red double decker came rolling along and we took our seats upstairs.
The journey was fine until we hit the Surrey Quays One way system, when you could have easily thought we were in the evening rush hour traffic. There were cars everywhere and for ten minutes we hardly moved, so disembarked and walked instead to Canada Water to take the tube instead.
Arriving just after 8 there were so many of the old gang I have not seen in ages and even some of my own neighbours, whom I have not seen in an age.
The new apartment was definitely something else. A converted warehouse on a dockside with big wooden original beams throughout and an absolutely enormous open living room and entertaining area. You could see why Alex would want it just for it's party potential.
Upon arrival one of the catering staff took our coats and bought us drinks and I have to hand it to them that your glass didn't once empty completely. Meanwhile another server was running around with little canapes such as mini Chicken and Leak Pies about an inch square and spoons of Tuna & Advocado. Scrummy nibbles.
I was so surprised when Matthew (Matt Sexy Shorts) arrived. I know Kal is friends with Alex and Mikey but had no idea that Matt knew them too. He'd also grown a really thick hairy chest and had always been smooth in the years that I knew him. He looked rather dashing in a Magnum P.I. way.
I'm guessing it must have been so as to not annoy the neighbors' but there was no music whatsoever! We didn't want a mad one and the fact that the servers kept our glasses always filled, the drink started to be felt early on and Dusan was starting to look a little worse for the wear and requested to go home. I couldn't leave him to travel across London on his own so we sadly left fairly early on.
Alex & Mikey's parties are quite legendary in their logtivity, so at least I woke Sunday fresh and hangover free. Dusan meanwhile slept for England, sleeping from around 11:00PM to 430PM and back in bed by 10PM. I swear if sleeping were an endurance Olympic Sport he would win gold! Happy Birthday Alex!
Apparently a number 47 bus went directly from our home to theirs so Saturday evening, having groomed and dressed we found our way to the bus stop and thankfully we are on a route that is widely serviced by transportation. We didn't have to wait much more than five minutes before a bright red double decker came rolling along and we took our seats upstairs.
The journey was fine until we hit the Surrey Quays One way system, when you could have easily thought we were in the evening rush hour traffic. There were cars everywhere and for ten minutes we hardly moved, so disembarked and walked instead to Canada Water to take the tube instead.
Arriving just after 8 there were so many of the old gang I have not seen in ages and even some of my own neighbours, whom I have not seen in an age.
The new apartment was definitely something else. A converted warehouse on a dockside with big wooden original beams throughout and an absolutely enormous open living room and entertaining area. You could see why Alex would want it just for it's party potential.
Upon arrival one of the catering staff took our coats and bought us drinks and I have to hand it to them that your glass didn't once empty completely. Meanwhile another server was running around with little canapes such as mini Chicken and Leak Pies about an inch square and spoons of Tuna & Advocado. Scrummy nibbles.
I was so surprised when Matthew (Matt Sexy Shorts) arrived. I know Kal is friends with Alex and Mikey but had no idea that Matt knew them too. He'd also grown a really thick hairy chest and had always been smooth in the years that I knew him. He looked rather dashing in a Magnum P.I. way.
I'm guessing it must have been so as to not annoy the neighbors' but there was no music whatsoever! We didn't want a mad one and the fact that the servers kept our glasses always filled, the drink started to be felt early on and Dusan was starting to look a little worse for the wear and requested to go home. I couldn't leave him to travel across London on his own so we sadly left fairly early on.
Alex & Mikey's parties are quite legendary in their logtivity, so at least I woke Sunday fresh and hangover free. Dusan meanwhile slept for England, sleeping from around 11:00PM to 430PM and back in bed by 10PM. I swear if sleeping were an endurance Olympic Sport he would win gold! Happy Birthday Alex!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Barbican
The Barbican, in the city of London, is an arts venue, right in the heart of the city, with various exhibitions spaces and a grand concert hall at its heart. A Utopian vision of what the future of the city of London could be, was built in the 1960's with from the outside, all the appeal of a concrete monster and yet, inside, it was simply compforting and warm.
The bank are an official sponsor and with our move to the city we were all invited to an open evening, to meet the managers and to to view a new exhibit on Architecture. Gillian and I went along and found our way up to the "Garden Room", so named for its extensive, Rain Forest like conservatory out the back, that if it had only been a little warmer, one would have felt like one was visiting Brazil.
We were offered free drinks (Free Booze, Yahoo), and snacks and given a short speach by the Currator and Managing Director, before being left at leisure to enjoy the drinks. I must have had one more than I remember as the alarm this morning was very much a shock. You know when the alarm is ringing but you feel, deep inside, that you have just fallen asleep. Its nearly FriGay! Thankfully.
The bank are an official sponsor and with our move to the city we were all invited to an open evening, to meet the managers and to to view a new exhibit on Architecture. Gillian and I went along and found our way up to the "Garden Room", so named for its extensive, Rain Forest like conservatory out the back, that if it had only been a little warmer, one would have felt like one was visiting Brazil.
We were offered free drinks (Free Booze, Yahoo), and snacks and given a short speach by the Currator and Managing Director, before being left at leisure to enjoy the drinks. I must have had one more than I remember as the alarm this morning was very much a shock. You know when the alarm is ringing but you feel, deep inside, that you have just fallen asleep. Its nearly FriGay! Thankfully.
Auntie Pauline
I can't believe that it has been a year already. 7th October is exactly 1 years since dear Auntie Pauline sadly passed away suddenly. How can it be a year already?
To mark the anniversary and to all show our respect, there was a family meal held at a restaurant in Ware, where aside from Nan, the whole family was in attendance.
It was so nice to see everyone again, seems almost bizare that we usually only meet up for Christmas.
We miss you Auntie Pauline, you were in all our thoughts and minds.
With love, always, Neil xxx
To mark the anniversary and to all show our respect, there was a family meal held at a restaurant in Ware, where aside from Nan, the whole family was in attendance.
It was so nice to see everyone again, seems almost bizare that we usually only meet up for Christmas.
We miss you Auntie Pauline, you were in all our thoughts and minds.
With love, always, Neil xxx
Monday, October 03, 2011
Megan gets married!
Much like the house of Montugue & Copulet in the eyes of Shakespear did I see Two Star Crossed Lovers meet to wed on the night of 29/09/11/. We were late, as is per usual for Dusan, having sat and waited for him for an hour. But we caught the train to Essex and waited for our taxi. How was we to know that there was an alochol ban in the city centre. The police officer made us dispose of our drink and feel a wee bit guilty!
Taxi bound we made our way with three minutes to spare, only to be met with a delay by the registrar, we were held up in the West room, a fabulous blue room while they found a spare registrar. If I had to name her, I would call her BOB. Big Old Bird! For some reason the registrar couldnt marry us alone, her job was to grafiti while the super intertendant registrar did the Will the, will though. WTF!
When the ceromony finished, our Megan, looking gorgeous as ever, one couldnt help but feel the friction in the air. What was wrong? But you could tell by the two and fro that something was not right. As we took photos of the loving couple, something wasnt right. As we left the room, something was happening. The last I heard was, "Ere, how did you get your dress and shoes to match"? Clearly some of us have class....the reply ... well fists clenched and girls called for their man, as we fled by the nearest door. If in doubt, run for cover!
Dusan asked can we leave? But we stayed for a while. Gill picked us up and we went to the reception. Montugue & Copulet aside, it felt like there was going to be a drive by shooting at anytime, but the tension was there... and I just wish princess the very best! And I wish I her the happy ever after..... so until then, lets sleep xxx
Taxi bound we made our way with three minutes to spare, only to be met with a delay by the registrar, we were held up in the West room, a fabulous blue room while they found a spare registrar. If I had to name her, I would call her BOB. Big Old Bird! For some reason the registrar couldnt marry us alone, her job was to grafiti while the super intertendant registrar did the Will the, will though. WTF!
When the ceromony finished, our Megan, looking gorgeous as ever, one couldnt help but feel the friction in the air. What was wrong? But you could tell by the two and fro that something was not right. As we took photos of the loving couple, something wasnt right. As we left the room, something was happening. The last I heard was, "Ere, how did you get your dress and shoes to match"? Clearly some of us have class....the reply ... well fists clenched and girls called for their man, as we fled by the nearest door. If in doubt, run for cover!
Dusan asked can we leave? But we stayed for a while. Gill picked us up and we went to the reception. Montugue & Copulet aside, it felt like there was going to be a drive by shooting at anytime, but the tension was there... and I just wish princess the very best! And I wish I her the happy ever after..... so until then, lets sleep xxx
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Indian Summer?
After what can only be described as one of the worst summers in living memory and with the Met Office confirming it has been the coolest summer in some 20 years, it is with a sense of depression that I, like many others, feel cheated into having missed the summer of 2011.
We read of forest fires and record heat in other countries, but somehow it skips up entirely, all thanks to the Jet Stream. The same Jet Stream that seems to keep us warmer in the winter months seems to have moved somewhat of late with colder winters (Coldest Winter in decades last year), plus cooler weather than usual this summer.
But the same Jet Stream seems to have moved south, albeit temporary, which has caused the nice warm weather from Europe to head northbound. Meaning that today will be 24 and sunny once the cloud lifts and then a high of 27 for the rest of the week.
People are heralding the begining of an Indian Summer, which historically meant a period of fairly warm weather, (Above 21 Deg Celcius) after a period of cold where there has been a frost.
I'll admit it was sharp on mornings last week, but there has far from been a killer frost. Infact, I have only reached for my coat on one occasions so far as been worried that I will be too hot later.
So while it may not officially be an Indian Summer, it will be recieved with much joy following a period that felt more grey than John Major's Spitting Image Puppet.
Grab your sunhat, don't forget the sunscreen and most of all enjoy the bright golden glow. Who knows when we will see it again?
Ps - Happy Birthday Richard! Have a really fabulous day!
We read of forest fires and record heat in other countries, but somehow it skips up entirely, all thanks to the Jet Stream. The same Jet Stream that seems to keep us warmer in the winter months seems to have moved somewhat of late with colder winters (Coldest Winter in decades last year), plus cooler weather than usual this summer.
But the same Jet Stream seems to have moved south, albeit temporary, which has caused the nice warm weather from Europe to head northbound. Meaning that today will be 24 and sunny once the cloud lifts and then a high of 27 for the rest of the week.
People are heralding the begining of an Indian Summer, which historically meant a period of fairly warm weather, (Above 21 Deg Celcius) after a period of cold where there has been a frost.
I'll admit it was sharp on mornings last week, but there has far from been a killer frost. Infact, I have only reached for my coat on one occasions so far as been worried that I will be too hot later.
So while it may not officially be an Indian Summer, it will be recieved with much joy following a period that felt more grey than John Major's Spitting Image Puppet.
Grab your sunhat, don't forget the sunscreen and most of all enjoy the bright golden glow. Who knows when we will see it again?
Ps - Happy Birthday Richard! Have a really fabulous day!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Economic Meltdown?
Last week during an unusual visit to a different supermarket, my first trip in about a year, I was shocked at the prices of some of the goods. Things that had once been around £1 were £1.40 or £1.50. Some prices, no doubt, differ between the different supermarkets, but when you see up to a 50% increase it can’t help by shock somewhat.
Meanwhile my local corner shop that has always charged £8.99 for two bottles of wine, increased it to £4.99 each and now £5.49. That’s a 20% increase this year alone. Now a 2.5% increase in VAT should not lead to a 20% increase in products, but its not just the wine that’s increased. Petrol, Gas & Electricity and real inflation rates at around 5% tied in with low interest rates and stagnant wages one can’t but begin to worry that the bad times are far from over and the economy could be about to take a further turn for the worst.
Moodys and Standard and Poor ratings agencies all lowering the credit ratings for sovereign states and a worsening Euro crisis in the Eurozone at a time when all the Indicies around the globe are seeing a return to Bear Markets and the FTSE 100 has dropped below the 5000 mark for the first time since the Credit Crunch began.
Meanwhile are Governments beginning to stockpile food in anticipation of something around the corner? http://hawaiinewsdaily.com/2011/09/is-the-u-s-government-stockpiling-food-in-anticipation-of-a-major-economic-crisis/
With the UK National Deficit at around the Trillion Pound Mark and the Governments of the world having implemented their austerity measures, is it all enough to starve off a double dip recession and will growth return once more?
I have never understood how this constant growth model was to become sustainable? Surely if you increase turnover by 10% every year it is impossible to sustain indefinitely. Surely as the sun sets every evening and rises every morning, economies will go through times of prosperity and times of hardship. Perhaps the hardship cycle has been long overdue.
Meanwhile, as the western economies find themselves buried neck deep in debt, merging markets are ready with their growing economies to take over what was once the western powerbase. Is the West ready to give it up? What will this mean for the future? Can our coalition Government actually return our land, Great Britian, to a place of prosperity once more? Or, instead, will the austerity measures lead to economic woes?
They tell us that One in Seven shops in some parts of the land are about to close as the public hold on to their pennies and avoid any unnecessary expenditures. Can the current cuts and austerity and tax increases be enough to save our bacon? It would appear that far from the deficit shrinking it seems that they borrowed even more money last month as benefit payments to the growing number of unemployed rises. My friend Neil and I often have to say think P.O.O. Positiive, Optomistic, Outlook. Think positive and have positive vibes in all you do. I will confess, it has does feel like we have been squeezed and that things have been gloomy for so long now that the pre credit crunch days of growth and having money feel so far long gone.
Lets hope that we have a mild winter which will keep energy costs down and that as fast as the Christmas season will be here and then gone, a new spring will dawn and a new year will bring with it prosperity and finally the economy will turn around. Will Greece get the next cash injection? Will the Euro stay instact? Will we ever pay of the Soverign debts? Time will tell, but as we pass each day, lets remain positive and in words of the pre war posters “Keep Calm and Carry On”.
Meanwhile my local corner shop that has always charged £8.99 for two bottles of wine, increased it to £4.99 each and now £5.49. That’s a 20% increase this year alone. Now a 2.5% increase in VAT should not lead to a 20% increase in products, but its not just the wine that’s increased. Petrol, Gas & Electricity and real inflation rates at around 5% tied in with low interest rates and stagnant wages one can’t but begin to worry that the bad times are far from over and the economy could be about to take a further turn for the worst.
Moodys and Standard and Poor ratings agencies all lowering the credit ratings for sovereign states and a worsening Euro crisis in the Eurozone at a time when all the Indicies around the globe are seeing a return to Bear Markets and the FTSE 100 has dropped below the 5000 mark for the first time since the Credit Crunch began.
Meanwhile are Governments beginning to stockpile food in anticipation of something around the corner? http://hawaiinewsdaily.com/2011/09/is-the-u-s-government-stockpiling-food-in-anticipation-of-a-major-economic-crisis/
With the UK National Deficit at around the Trillion Pound Mark and the Governments of the world having implemented their austerity measures, is it all enough to starve off a double dip recession and will growth return once more?
I have never understood how this constant growth model was to become sustainable? Surely if you increase turnover by 10% every year it is impossible to sustain indefinitely. Surely as the sun sets every evening and rises every morning, economies will go through times of prosperity and times of hardship. Perhaps the hardship cycle has been long overdue.
Meanwhile, as the western economies find themselves buried neck deep in debt, merging markets are ready with their growing economies to take over what was once the western powerbase. Is the West ready to give it up? What will this mean for the future? Can our coalition Government actually return our land, Great Britian, to a place of prosperity once more? Or, instead, will the austerity measures lead to economic woes?
They tell us that One in Seven shops in some parts of the land are about to close as the public hold on to their pennies and avoid any unnecessary expenditures. Can the current cuts and austerity and tax increases be enough to save our bacon? It would appear that far from the deficit shrinking it seems that they borrowed even more money last month as benefit payments to the growing number of unemployed rises. My friend Neil and I often have to say think P.O.O. Positiive, Optomistic, Outlook. Think positive and have positive vibes in all you do. I will confess, it has does feel like we have been squeezed and that things have been gloomy for so long now that the pre credit crunch days of growth and having money feel so far long gone.
Lets hope that we have a mild winter which will keep energy costs down and that as fast as the Christmas season will be here and then gone, a new spring will dawn and a new year will bring with it prosperity and finally the economy will turn around. Will Greece get the next cash injection? Will the Euro stay instact? Will we ever pay of the Soverign debts? Time will tell, but as we pass each day, lets remain positive and in words of the pre war posters “Keep Calm and Carry On”.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Cheese & Wine Party
Has it been a year since the Leather Queens last annual, cheese and Wine Party? Emily and I were invited and arranged to meet after both going the gym. I hooked up with Emily at London Bridge and then we took the tube to Canada Water and then walked the short distance to their lovely house. Ringing the bell, we were met by the gorgeouse Florien, from Butlers in the Buff. The boys had hired two butlers that were wearing nothing but an Apron,Bow Tie and Cuff's and they were waiting on every guests need. Charming, gorgeous and attractive, what else could one ask for?
It was lovely to run into some old friends as well as making some new ones along the way. There was a delightful couple, Rose & Caroline whom we are hoping will join us on our annual hommage to Gay Mens Chorus annual Christmas Concert.
How lucky we are to have such lovely friends to surrounds ourselves with in both times of joy or sorrow. They do say you can't choose your family but you do choose your friends and to think back at my youth growing up and how lonely I was, amazing how much has changed. Thank you all. Big love. Neil
Friday, September 23, 2011
It gets better
It's been quite a touching week in the gay news. First there was the repeal of Americas Don't Ask Don't Tell (DADT) meaning that for the first time gay men and woman can be in the US Military. I came accross a short video blog of a young Airforceman, who recorded the moment that he told his father he was gay, while on active duty in Germany. I love a coming out story and love Neil Sexton's story every morning on Gaydar Radio. You never quite know how it will go, but for every gay man or woman it is a right of passage that we have all been through. The young guy starts off on the video, calling his father and saying his something he needs to tell him but wants to know if he will still love him. Its such a touching video of a pinacle point in this boys life. Catch the full video at http://www.pinknews.co.uk/2011/09/20/video-us-airman-comes-out-to-his-father-and-broadcasts-the-video-on-youtube/
Then the following day there was the news that this poor 14 year old boy, Jamey Rodemeyer, had taken his own life after homophobic bullying. What a traggic loss. This poor boy had his whole life ahead of him and yet felt so isolated and bullied that he took his own life. This hit some heart strings and watching his video blog, http://www.pinknews.co.uk/2011/09/21/new-york-boy-14-kills-himself-after-anti-gay-bullying/ made me think back to my own childhood. I wasn't that different from Jamie.
Growing up in the pre internet age, I really was the only gay in the village. I felt an outcast. Like him, at the time, all of my friends were girls, I was called names and bullied. I didn't like sport and was, almost certainly in my own mind, an outcast. But it got better.
His touching video blog, days before his own death made me want to do more so I have asked the GBLT Group at work if we can create a network "It gets better", video montage. So far it's been met with keen ears but will have to wait to see what happens. But I will make my own message very soon. For the sake of people like Jamey who feel they are on their own and have nooone to turn to.
As my project begins I discovered the Pixar employees It gets better video, ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4a4MR8oI_B8 ) and had for the third day running a touching moment of the old heart strings.
It does get better and I am looking forward to making the video! Until then, Happy FriGay. Big love, Neil xxx
Then the following day there was the news that this poor 14 year old boy, Jamey Rodemeyer, had taken his own life after homophobic bullying. What a traggic loss. This poor boy had his whole life ahead of him and yet felt so isolated and bullied that he took his own life. This hit some heart strings and watching his video blog, http://www.pinknews.co.uk/2011/09/21/new-york-boy-14-kills-himself-after-anti-gay-bullying/ made me think back to my own childhood. I wasn't that different from Jamie.
Growing up in the pre internet age, I really was the only gay in the village. I felt an outcast. Like him, at the time, all of my friends were girls, I was called names and bullied. I didn't like sport and was, almost certainly in my own mind, an outcast. But it got better.
His touching video blog, days before his own death made me want to do more so I have asked the GBLT Group at work if we can create a network "It gets better", video montage. So far it's been met with keen ears but will have to wait to see what happens. But I will make my own message very soon. For the sake of people like Jamey who feel they are on their own and have nooone to turn to.
As my project begins I discovered the Pixar employees It gets better video, ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4a4MR8oI_B8 ) and had for the third day running a touching moment of the old heart strings.
It does get better and I am looking forward to making the video! Until then, Happy FriGay. Big love, Neil xxx
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Autumnal winds of change
After what feels like the worse summer in my living memory the autumnal winds seem to have arrived and there is a definite chill in the air at night and first thing in the morning. I have not yet been forced to wear a hat or scarf, but I am sure it's not long now. Seriously, what happened to our weather? Do you remember the long hot summers of day's gone by? The summer of 2003 is particular fondly remembered. Every day was so so hot and it was the year that Dusan and I first met. I was contracting for GSK at the time and as such was only working a few day's per week. It was fabulous. It meant that we could get up early and make our way to Tooting Broadway. It was so hot that you litterally had to get out of the house to try and find a way to cool down. I bought my first £100 Fan. An industrial strenght one like you see in stations or shopping malls. It kind of worked in that it would suck new air into the stiffling flat, but was far to loud to operate at night. Good memories.
When I was younger I can remember I often had a Swimming Pool Party in my parents garden for my birthday in April. The pool was often open by then. Now its late may or early June. Is this really global warming for the UK? Cooler wetter summers, dryer colder winters? So much for long hot summers and a more Mediteranian climate.
I live in hope that the good weather will return, but for now, alas, I have the prospect of darker nights, colder wetter weather and the chance of wearing shorts again in the UK is probably as far away as April or May! Best make sure I get a sunshine break in before then to make it through the long bleak winter!
When I was younger I can remember I often had a Swimming Pool Party in my parents garden for my birthday in April. The pool was often open by then. Now its late may or early June. Is this really global warming for the UK? Cooler wetter summers, dryer colder winters? So much for long hot summers and a more Mediteranian climate.
I live in hope that the good weather will return, but for now, alas, I have the prospect of darker nights, colder wetter weather and the chance of wearing shorts again in the UK is probably as far away as April or May! Best make sure I get a sunshine break in before then to make it through the long bleak winter!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Remembering 9/11 – 10 years on
Much like people talked about Elvis’s death or the shooting of JFK, the day Princess Diana died, for my generation the big date that people remember forever is the day the world changed. September 11th, 2001.
I had been working for G.S.K at the time and had just spent a lovely three days a Whore Cross Hall, a stately home hotel where we had been training Pharma reps. Finished early and being in the midlands I decided to enjoy a half day at the Wellman Spa, and happened to wander into one of the television lounges just after the first plane had hit the North Tower. The reporters were saying that a small plane had hit the tower and we were watching the billowing smoke and gaping hole in horror. Wondering how bad the fire was, what would happen to the people above the crash floor?
You couldn’t leave the screen, we were glued to it as the reporters continued to show the firefighters making their way to the disaster site. I can remember the noise of their distinctive US Fire Trucks roaring in the background.
While they were reporting, the second plane hit the South Tower. Surreal that it happened live on Television. Immediately my stomach churned. A plane accidentally crashing into a Skyscraper possible, yes. But two planes accidentally crashing into both towers. Impossible. You suddenly realised that you were watching an attack on America.
The South Tower Plane hit far lower than the first, and immediately our thoughts were with the poor people in the tower, above the fire floors. The hole in the building still pouring out smoke was enormous. Were any of the fire stars passable? As the events unfolded I made my way down to my locker and grabbed my mobile phone, calling my friend Mark whom I roomed with in Orlando telling him to turn on the Television quickly.
Having been to the World Trade Centre on a couple of occasions I had fond memories of visiting the 107th floor and then going up to the Roof at 110. In my heart of hearts I imagined a small fire caused by the crash and wondered if they would ever be able to restore the towers? Somehow these twin towers were iconic beacons representing achievement and considering that they were built in 1973 still didn’t fail to amaze In their wonder.
As the reporters continued to coming and time after time they reshowed the actual moment that the second plane hit like everyone I felt sick to the bone, saddened for those poor souls in the building and shocked by the events unfolding on the television.
As the first tower fell, we were uncertain as to what had happened? You couldn’t really see much for the dust & smoke. Surely the tower had not just collapsed? It must simply be hidden by the smoke? As more reports came in and you saw people running for their lives from the cloud of ash and dust that was bellowing from where the tower had once stood it really felt like you were watching a Hollywood Blockbuster and not an afternoon new report. I remember the faces of those poor people caught in the dust cloud, completely covered in toxic debris. Alarms sounded on cars and buildings and the dust settled yet still the disaster went on.
When the second tower fell you knew that the world was no longer the place it once was. The coordinated attacks on the World Trade Centre and the additional flights that hit the Pentagon and the United 93 that crashed into a field in Pennsylvania after the brave efforts of the passengers onboard. Looking back it felt like before then we were actually at peace. The Cold War was over, the Berlin Wall had fallen and for a short while, we all felt at peace.
9/11 began the War on Terror and despite several wars we are still no closer to peace than we have ever been. Almost weekly you hear of Police uncovering a potential terror threat. Somehow terrorism had changed. No longer was a bomb planted in baggage of a planes hold but instead the terrorists were using the plane itself as the weapon.
Every year on the anniversary of this awful day our thoughts and prayers go out to all of those that were affected in this awful day and wish them all a peaceful future. Crazy that we have had a space program searching for life on other planets and yet we can’t even be peaceful towards one another. Being Disney Alumni I have always believed in magic and if I could have just one wish I really would want World Peace.
I had been working for G.S.K at the time and had just spent a lovely three days a Whore Cross Hall, a stately home hotel where we had been training Pharma reps. Finished early and being in the midlands I decided to enjoy a half day at the Wellman Spa, and happened to wander into one of the television lounges just after the first plane had hit the North Tower. The reporters were saying that a small plane had hit the tower and we were watching the billowing smoke and gaping hole in horror. Wondering how bad the fire was, what would happen to the people above the crash floor?
You couldn’t leave the screen, we were glued to it as the reporters continued to show the firefighters making their way to the disaster site. I can remember the noise of their distinctive US Fire Trucks roaring in the background.
While they were reporting, the second plane hit the South Tower. Surreal that it happened live on Television. Immediately my stomach churned. A plane accidentally crashing into a Skyscraper possible, yes. But two planes accidentally crashing into both towers. Impossible. You suddenly realised that you were watching an attack on America.
The South Tower Plane hit far lower than the first, and immediately our thoughts were with the poor people in the tower, above the fire floors. The hole in the building still pouring out smoke was enormous. Were any of the fire stars passable? As the events unfolded I made my way down to my locker and grabbed my mobile phone, calling my friend Mark whom I roomed with in Orlando telling him to turn on the Television quickly.
Having been to the World Trade Centre on a couple of occasions I had fond memories of visiting the 107th floor and then going up to the Roof at 110. In my heart of hearts I imagined a small fire caused by the crash and wondered if they would ever be able to restore the towers? Somehow these twin towers were iconic beacons representing achievement and considering that they were built in 1973 still didn’t fail to amaze In their wonder.
As the reporters continued to coming and time after time they reshowed the actual moment that the second plane hit like everyone I felt sick to the bone, saddened for those poor souls in the building and shocked by the events unfolding on the television.
As the first tower fell, we were uncertain as to what had happened? You couldn’t really see much for the dust & smoke. Surely the tower had not just collapsed? It must simply be hidden by the smoke? As more reports came in and you saw people running for their lives from the cloud of ash and dust that was bellowing from where the tower had once stood it really felt like you were watching a Hollywood Blockbuster and not an afternoon new report. I remember the faces of those poor people caught in the dust cloud, completely covered in toxic debris. Alarms sounded on cars and buildings and the dust settled yet still the disaster went on.
When the second tower fell you knew that the world was no longer the place it once was. The coordinated attacks on the World Trade Centre and the additional flights that hit the Pentagon and the United 93 that crashed into a field in Pennsylvania after the brave efforts of the passengers onboard. Looking back it felt like before then we were actually at peace. The Cold War was over, the Berlin Wall had fallen and for a short while, we all felt at peace.
9/11 began the War on Terror and despite several wars we are still no closer to peace than we have ever been. Almost weekly you hear of Police uncovering a potential terror threat. Somehow terrorism had changed. No longer was a bomb planted in baggage of a planes hold but instead the terrorists were using the plane itself as the weapon.
Every year on the anniversary of this awful day our thoughts and prayers go out to all of those that were affected in this awful day and wish them all a peaceful future. Crazy that we have had a space program searching for life on other planets and yet we can’t even be peaceful towards one another. Being Disney Alumni I have always believed in magic and if I could have just one wish I really would want World Peace.
Friday, September 09, 2011
White Water Rafting
Several months ago during a trip back to see the family, I happened to ask my dear mother, as she kindly dropped me back at the Station, where exactly did they build the White Water Rafting Centre? I knew it was due to be built locally. Turns out not only was it just up the road in Waltham Abbey, but also my mother had booked an entire boat as a treat for the family and unbeknown to us, my cousins, brother, sister in law, Dusan and I would all be spending two hours in the rapids in early September.
That was all about two months ago, so waking on the 3rd of September, I was both excited and apprehensive. Dusan found it hard to wake up, especially after working a series of nights but we soon found our way in the car to Essex and then made our way with Mother & Father to the Lee Valley Rafting Centre.
Parking the car, we made our way accross the rapids to the main lodge building. Finding our way inside there was a steep Aluminium staircase that led up to the largest roof terrace I have ever seen. There waiting were my Cousins, Samantha, Denham and Lee, and their cousins, Nicola & Lyndsey, plus Uncle Trevor & Janice & Colin.
At the prescribed time we made our way through the double doors and were explained the house rules, before being split into groups and sent through to the changing area where we were allocated Wet Suits and shoes and were shown how to use the lockers. Changing into Wet Suits was a bit of a new experience. My first leg slipped in with some ease, but the second one was completely stuck and I had to tug on it for a long while before I finally got my foot through. Are my arches that high? To my horror, as I tried to pull it up I realised that my left foot was fine, but my right foot I had pushed through the right arm! Several minutes later I was zipped up and Dusan and I made our way through to the centre court. With the family emerging in Red, Yellow and Blue Wet Suits I thought we looked a bit like the crew of the Starship Enterprise.
From here we were allocated our rafts and our guide and issued boyancy aids and helmets. The guide spent a while explaining rules and we naturally had to sign a waiver, before we were taken to the lagoon and explained how to manover the raft sucessfully. Pearched on the edge of an inflated boat, we had to push our feet under the row in front of us to ensure you did not tip overboard. We were shown what to do should we fall out and learned how to rescue one another. How to tip left, how to tip right. How to get down. We then practiced rowing. All forward, all back. Left side forward, Right side back, etc. Then, to our horror, those on the right were forced to jump in so the rest of us could demonstrate rescue technique. After we had all been dunked and rescued we were taken to the edge of the rapids and explained what to do in the event of capsize. Then asked to one by one, Jump in and prove we can sucessfully swim as instructed. Finally we boarded the boat and rowed to the escaltor that would take us to the top!
The first time down is like that moment when the log flume or rollercoaster goes over the top. Your stomach starts to turn butterflys and then addrenaline takes over. We were instructed how to row as we made it down the first set of rapids and then we got stuck. Stuck in a whirlpool of water with several other rafts. Row as we might we could not help but swirl around in circles, along with the other rafts. All row right, all row left, all down. Nothing got us down the next fall. Then the instructor, Arik called "All left". All ten of us shuffled to the left side of the raft and it edged downwards and over the fall.
The second time down, we were more expereienced and finally learned to row in time. Far easier than Canooeing. But suddenly the raft in front had capsized upsidedown. All ten inside were now floating downstream at which point the rafts upstream were instructed to hold where they were.
As we continued our journeys we took turns at taking the front posistion. If you were up front, you didn't need to row, and simply could enjoy the ride. I think actually you were considered ballast. The final run I was instructed to take the front posistion, each fall meant a complete dunking and the entire raft tipped 30 degrees. It was actually the best place in the boat. So much fun and so exhilerating and once you are wet in a wet suit, you stay warm.
The final ride over and our 2.25 hours up we changed and went up to see the official photos. The Lee Valley Rafting centre have 5 professional photographers and put together a CD of pictures and short videos in fabulous High Deffinition, which were such good quality we bought one each.
It was one of the most exhillerating and fun things I have ever done and even better that I enjoyed it with Dusan and the family. Its actually the only Olympic 2012 venue that is open in advance of the Olympics so I guess we had a blast and experienced our own little piece of history. I can't wait to go back and do it again. So if 8 more people would like to share a raft, let me know and we can charter one for two hours.
Thanks a million to Mother for organising. It was simply fabulous and every one of us in the raft agreed! Thanks Mum xxx
That was all about two months ago, so waking on the 3rd of September, I was both excited and apprehensive. Dusan found it hard to wake up, especially after working a series of nights but we soon found our way in the car to Essex and then made our way with Mother & Father to the Lee Valley Rafting Centre.
Parking the car, we made our way accross the rapids to the main lodge building. Finding our way inside there was a steep Aluminium staircase that led up to the largest roof terrace I have ever seen. There waiting were my Cousins, Samantha, Denham and Lee, and their cousins, Nicola & Lyndsey, plus Uncle Trevor & Janice & Colin.
At the prescribed time we made our way through the double doors and were explained the house rules, before being split into groups and sent through to the changing area where we were allocated Wet Suits and shoes and were shown how to use the lockers. Changing into Wet Suits was a bit of a new experience. My first leg slipped in with some ease, but the second one was completely stuck and I had to tug on it for a long while before I finally got my foot through. Are my arches that high? To my horror, as I tried to pull it up I realised that my left foot was fine, but my right foot I had pushed through the right arm! Several minutes later I was zipped up and Dusan and I made our way through to the centre court. With the family emerging in Red, Yellow and Blue Wet Suits I thought we looked a bit like the crew of the Starship Enterprise.
From here we were allocated our rafts and our guide and issued boyancy aids and helmets. The guide spent a while explaining rules and we naturally had to sign a waiver, before we were taken to the lagoon and explained how to manover the raft sucessfully. Pearched on the edge of an inflated boat, we had to push our feet under the row in front of us to ensure you did not tip overboard. We were shown what to do should we fall out and learned how to rescue one another. How to tip left, how to tip right. How to get down. We then practiced rowing. All forward, all back. Left side forward, Right side back, etc. Then, to our horror, those on the right were forced to jump in so the rest of us could demonstrate rescue technique. After we had all been dunked and rescued we were taken to the edge of the rapids and explained what to do in the event of capsize. Then asked to one by one, Jump in and prove we can sucessfully swim as instructed. Finally we boarded the boat and rowed to the escaltor that would take us to the top!
The first time down is like that moment when the log flume or rollercoaster goes over the top. Your stomach starts to turn butterflys and then addrenaline takes over. We were instructed how to row as we made it down the first set of rapids and then we got stuck. Stuck in a whirlpool of water with several other rafts. Row as we might we could not help but swirl around in circles, along with the other rafts. All row right, all row left, all down. Nothing got us down the next fall. Then the instructor, Arik called "All left". All ten of us shuffled to the left side of the raft and it edged downwards and over the fall.
The second time down, we were more expereienced and finally learned to row in time. Far easier than Canooeing. But suddenly the raft in front had capsized upsidedown. All ten inside were now floating downstream at which point the rafts upstream were instructed to hold where they were.
As we continued our journeys we took turns at taking the front posistion. If you were up front, you didn't need to row, and simply could enjoy the ride. I think actually you were considered ballast. The final run I was instructed to take the front posistion, each fall meant a complete dunking and the entire raft tipped 30 degrees. It was actually the best place in the boat. So much fun and so exhilerating and once you are wet in a wet suit, you stay warm.
The final ride over and our 2.25 hours up we changed and went up to see the official photos. The Lee Valley Rafting centre have 5 professional photographers and put together a CD of pictures and short videos in fabulous High Deffinition, which were such good quality we bought one each.
It was one of the most exhillerating and fun things I have ever done and even better that I enjoyed it with Dusan and the family. Its actually the only Olympic 2012 venue that is open in advance of the Olympics so I guess we had a blast and experienced our own little piece of history. I can't wait to go back and do it again. So if 8 more people would like to share a raft, let me know and we can charter one for two hours.
Thanks a million to Mother for organising. It was simply fabulous and every one of us in the raft agreed! Thanks Mum xxx
Sunday, September 04, 2011
Maspolomas August 2011
So it’s becoming a bit of a habit but I seem to have fallen in love with Maspolomas. Thus the number of visits in recent years. Having been several months since I had taken any time off work I was beginning to get to that stage where the weekends were not quite enough to fully recover from all the energies I demand of my body all week. I always like to try and be at my desk no later than 0800 and tend to visit the gym for my various classes, Climbing, Personal Training, Boxing Circuits, most evenings after work. Well it all takes it toll and the best route to rest is a nice week in the sun.
When Richard told me that he had taken six weeks unpaid leave from work and mentioned perhaps going away for a week I jumped at the opportunity and with hubbies permission we started to look at options of where to go and stay and what flights were available with it still being in the middle of the schools summer holidays. Richard did some research and soon found that there still flights available to Las Palmas, albeit rather on the pricey side, considering you can get to Gran Canaria for about £120 off season. So having given our credit cards a small battering we booked and had less than 14 days to wait till our departure.
It’s amazing how just knowing that you have a week in sun coming up can boost your energy and put a whole new outlook on life. The countdown had begun to the return to Gran Canaria (GC).
We would have flown on the Saturday had I not already had reservations to go on a tour of Buckingham Palace so as soon as I left the palace I came home to finish my packing and Richard came around in the car to collect me. The flight was so early on Sunday morning that we had booked a Taxi to collect us at 0315 to take us the 45 minute journey to Stansted Airport. We arrived and despite the fact that you are forced to check in online (and changed £12 each way for the privilege), we still had to queue up to drop my bag off. Richard had managed to cope with the 10 Kilo’s carry on baggage, something I have always been worried about in case my weight goes over. Plus how can you bring back a bottle of local booze, if you can’t carry on more than 100ML in your carry on luggage.
Checked in, we cleared security and made our way to the Number 1, VIP lounge at gate 49. It was handy as was close to our boarding gate in the furthest end of the Terminal that seems to have been taken over by Ryanair. This to be my first experience on the notorious low-cost airline and very possibly the last. Talk about Chav-a-rotious. There was practically a stampede to get a seat and I was mortified that there wasn’t even a compartment to put your water bottle, magazine or bottle.
Thankfully we managed to snooze through much of the journey and by 11:00 we were arriving in Las Palmas and waiting for our shuttle to Maspolomas. Even though we were one of the last to get off the shuttle we were pool side by just after noon at the fabulous Villas Blancas. The staff kindly took our bags and allowed us in the room early and we only had to wait for 20 minutes, which was just enough time to grab a Sangria each in the poolside bar.
Villas Blancas is by far the best resort I have found yet in GC. There were 30 bungalows around two pools and a fabulous new 30 man Jacuzzi that had only been opened a few weeks. All the better for us. The Jacuzzi soon became part of our daily ritual. Open from noon until 2200, it was a fab respite from the fierce daily sun. Not that either Richard or I would complain about the weather. We were truly blessed with near perfect weather. Daily temperatures of between 22 (overnight low) and up to 35 during the day. Perfect blue sky and not a cloud in sight. No wonder I have fallen in love with the place.
We spent seven days relaxing by the pool, chilling in the Jacuzzi, enjoying great food and having fun at the Yumbo centre.
I don’t think I have ever gotten so dark in just a seven day break and on the Friday, our Penultimate day, we spent the day at the Water Park which meant we got home darker than ever!
Every night we would enjoy dinner at the poolside restaurant and at 15.50 for a three course meal was great value and quality.
Sadly the week was over before we knew it and after the shuttle journey back to the airport, knew we had four hours of hell aboard what can only be described as a flying banana. (Why BA don’t fly there I don’t know as the airlines that do are always full when I go and at over £300, was not a cheap flight).
We both agreed we’d had a lovely break and totally enjoyed ourselves but was glad to be heading home to our beloved husbands. Maspolomas, we will be back soon! Richard, thanks for a great week away.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Buckingham Palace
My dear friend John and I meet a couple of times per year to go to visit somewhere different, somewhere cultural, so this time we chose to go to the State Opening of Buckingham Palace.
The idea had formed early in the year but it was on our Wedding Anniversary, that during our trip to visit Westminster Abbey, that Emily asked how John and I had known one another. I explained our connection and how we meet and John's interest in History meant that we could visit fabulous places and enjoy a private tour. Our next visit, Buckingham Palace (BP). Wow, i'd love to come to BP. Said Emily. And well, it led to John inviting her on our next trip. Sadly Dusan had to work and couldnt get the day off so my friend Vicki from work took his space.
Our day started at Horseguards Parade where John talked us through the history of the location as we made our way to BP.
We started our visit at the Royal Gallery and then onto the Royal Mews, Home of all the Carridges. Wow. You wouldn't believe the detail in these royal coaches. Some even included modern day suspension. The Mews took approximately an hour to visit and hear all about each of the coaches. We then needed a break and found our way to a nice English Pub for a spot of Luncheon.
From here we made our way to the main attraction, BP. Naturally it was Airport style security and for the first time in our day we were instructed to turn our mobile phones off. Having cleared security we collected our headset and tunned in to the first number. The Audio Tour told us all about the Palace and the history of each room. Upstairs in the grand Ballroom, we could see Kate (Duchess of Cambridges) Wedding Dress. It was an amazing day. Full of culture, history and amazing views. Sadly as we excited the Palace into the BP Gardens, the rain was pouring down. We got soaked walking back the station before John offered us a ride back to Waterloo. What a great start to my holiday :-) X
The idea had formed early in the year but it was on our Wedding Anniversary, that during our trip to visit Westminster Abbey, that Emily asked how John and I had known one another. I explained our connection and how we meet and John's interest in History meant that we could visit fabulous places and enjoy a private tour. Our next visit, Buckingham Palace (BP). Wow, i'd love to come to BP. Said Emily. And well, it led to John inviting her on our next trip. Sadly Dusan had to work and couldnt get the day off so my friend Vicki from work took his space.
Our day started at Horseguards Parade where John talked us through the history of the location as we made our way to BP.
We started our visit at the Royal Gallery and then onto the Royal Mews, Home of all the Carridges. Wow. You wouldn't believe the detail in these royal coaches. Some even included modern day suspension. The Mews took approximately an hour to visit and hear all about each of the coaches. We then needed a break and found our way to a nice English Pub for a spot of Luncheon.
From here we made our way to the main attraction, BP. Naturally it was Airport style security and for the first time in our day we were instructed to turn our mobile phones off. Having cleared security we collected our headset and tunned in to the first number. The Audio Tour told us all about the Palace and the history of each room. Upstairs in the grand Ballroom, we could see Kate (Duchess of Cambridges) Wedding Dress. It was an amazing day. Full of culture, history and amazing views. Sadly as we excited the Palace into the BP Gardens, the rain was pouring down. We got soaked walking back the station before John offered us a ride back to Waterloo. What a great start to my holiday :-) X
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Cocktails!
It wouldn't have been that long ago that I would have been excited to be going to Brighton Pride, in fact we always used to go for the whole weekend. But with Dusan having been in Croatia recently, a weekend off would have not been possible for him and so that meant a simple Day Trip. Alex & Mikey and I were going to go down for the day on the train, but the memories of former years where the train system, inadequate on the best of days, completely broke down leaving thousands of revellers stuck on non air-conditioned trains with no facilities for hours in hot temperatures. It was enough to put us all off. That along with the fact that despite its close proximity to London the fares are quite astounding. It was also the first year that the Pride event was not free. A huge shame, considering how many thousands of people the event brings to the City of Brighton & Hove. I believe they say last year there were around 135,000 people in Preston Park. I particularly like the way that as the Parade makes its way from the sea front to Preston Park the entire cities population comes out for what the locals often call the "Gay Parade".
But due to lack of contributions in the collection buckets over previous years, the costs were getting too high and they decided to charge this year. In a year of all these cuts and high taxes it seemed a crazy thing to go. Why not slap a £1 per Person, per ,tax on all hotel rooms. That in itself would cover the cost of the cleanup and security etc. Several times over the last week I have logged on to the Pride Website and looked at buying tickets. There was no option to have the tickets sent and in addition to the ticket, there was a compulsory collection fee. Tickets had to be collected from a location in Brighton, on the day. You would have thought they could have sent a unique code to a smart phone and that be used on the door eh?
So with Saturday having arrived and us all feeling rather exhausted from a heavy week (Was it all the Riots on the news that made everyone exhausted?)we opted for Plan B. I met Alex & Mikey at Pizza Express in Saint Christopher's Place and enjoyed a leisurely lunch before shopping for Swim Wear in Selfridges. Well I can't be seen wearing last season's trunks can I?
We then made our way to Soho for some drinks. Giraffe just off Old Compton Street honour their Happy Hour 7 days per week with selected cocktails 50% off till 1900. Fabulous. So we sat and sipped watching the boys go by from the upper loung bar. The weather was hot and humid, the drinks were chilled and company fabulous. It may not have been Pride, we may not have seen the Parade but we had fun and after the exhausting week we'd all had, was just what the Doctor ordered!
But due to lack of contributions in the collection buckets over previous years, the costs were getting too high and they decided to charge this year. In a year of all these cuts and high taxes it seemed a crazy thing to go. Why not slap a £1 per Person, per ,tax on all hotel rooms. That in itself would cover the cost of the cleanup and security etc. Several times over the last week I have logged on to the Pride Website and looked at buying tickets. There was no option to have the tickets sent and in addition to the ticket, there was a compulsory collection fee. Tickets had to be collected from a location in Brighton, on the day. You would have thought they could have sent a unique code to a smart phone and that be used on the door eh?
So with Saturday having arrived and us all feeling rather exhausted from a heavy week (Was it all the Riots on the news that made everyone exhausted?)we opted for Plan B. I met Alex & Mikey at Pizza Express in Saint Christopher's Place and enjoyed a leisurely lunch before shopping for Swim Wear in Selfridges. Well I can't be seen wearing last season's trunks can I?
We then made our way to Soho for some drinks. Giraffe just off Old Compton Street honour their Happy Hour 7 days per week with selected cocktails 50% off till 1900. Fabulous. So we sat and sipped watching the boys go by from the upper loung bar. The weather was hot and humid, the drinks were chilled and company fabulous. It may not have been Pride, we may not have seen the Parade but we had fun and after the exhausting week we'd all had, was just what the Doctor ordered!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Phew
I have to confess that it is a huge relief that thankfully the looting and rioting in London seems to have stopped. What kicked off on Saturday as something that you heard on the television was too quickly something you were seeing on the street's all around you. With the whole of Liverpool Street Staions shops closed by 1700 on Tuesday evening, one can't help but realise that this past week has affected the economy far more than the day it dipped due to the Wills & Kate Royal Wedding.
By Wednesday and Thursday Evening you could really feel a police presents everywhere. People mover vans and riots trucks passing up and down every street within a few minute invervals. The news reported that the Metropolitan police had some 16,000 officers on the streets on Tuesday evening.
Of course they are still talking about cutting the police forces by some 20% which seems crazy considering the recent events.
The longer term problem is not how to stop the troubles but how to prevent it happening again. For years we have known the youth show no motivation to really aspire to great things. How can we restore that in our young people?
I remember when I was a child we all had dreams of what we wanted to be. A Vet, a Nurse, a Doctor, A Policeman, A Teacher. Everyone had their own aspirations and we strode towards those goals.
Lets hope that the powers that be can find ways to motivate our youth once more.
By Wednesday and Thursday Evening you could really feel a police presents everywhere. People mover vans and riots trucks passing up and down every street within a few minute invervals. The news reported that the Metropolitan police had some 16,000 officers on the streets on Tuesday evening.
Of course they are still talking about cutting the police forces by some 20% which seems crazy considering the recent events.
The longer term problem is not how to stop the troubles but how to prevent it happening again. For years we have known the youth show no motivation to really aspire to great things. How can we restore that in our young people?
I remember when I was a child we all had dreams of what we wanted to be. A Vet, a Nurse, a Doctor, A Policeman, A Teacher. Everyone had their own aspirations and we strode towards those goals.
Lets hope that the powers that be can find ways to motivate our youth once more.
Monday, August 08, 2011
Recipee for disaster?
Turning in to the Radio on Saturday evening and hearing breaking news of "an Incident" forming in the Tottenham area. I thought no more of it and thanks to being caught up in Moulin Rouge on DVD didn't watch television again until Sunday morning. The scenes of terrible riots in the Tottenham and Wood Green area were simply shocking. Video footage of a whole double decker bus burned out and the burt ruins of what were formerly shops and homes.
While it is shocking to see and disasterous for those affected you do wonder that if the current cuts were are all being forced to endure will not simply make things worse. If Police budgets are to be cut by 20% who will jump in to help the unreast then? We don't have a Civil Guard to aid in these circumstances. Meanwhile the cost of education is rising and a University Degree is now likely to cost £9000 per year. Will this mean a fall in those going on to further eductation? The very people that voted these increases were all priviledge to Private Education and lived through a period when they received a grant to get through University. Not a £9000 per year bill. Mind you, we are a country that has been taught to rely on credit for the things we need. Looks like Education is falling into the same pitfall. One that is only time delayed. We struggle at work to get people with certain IT Skills. I can't help that think that by cutting acccess to education is causing a longer term problem and potentially a generation that will be left on the side line. We should be looking at the skills shortage and ensure our young people are learning them today so that they can fill them tomorrow. I hope it doesn't lead to more unrest but with the cuts just begining to kick in I can't help but feel that the current plans are going to lead to a recipee for disaster. Fingers Crossed it doesn't!
While it is shocking to see and disasterous for those affected you do wonder that if the current cuts were are all being forced to endure will not simply make things worse. If Police budgets are to be cut by 20% who will jump in to help the unreast then? We don't have a Civil Guard to aid in these circumstances. Meanwhile the cost of education is rising and a University Degree is now likely to cost £9000 per year. Will this mean a fall in those going on to further eductation? The very people that voted these increases were all priviledge to Private Education and lived through a period when they received a grant to get through University. Not a £9000 per year bill. Mind you, we are a country that has been taught to rely on credit for the things we need. Looks like Education is falling into the same pitfall. One that is only time delayed. We struggle at work to get people with certain IT Skills. I can't help that think that by cutting acccess to education is causing a longer term problem and potentially a generation that will be left on the side line. We should be looking at the skills shortage and ensure our young people are learning them today so that they can fill them tomorrow. I hope it doesn't lead to more unrest but with the cuts just begining to kick in I can't help but feel that the current plans are going to lead to a recipee for disaster. Fingers Crossed it doesn't!
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Christine
I came home last night and as usual, flicked on the TV and tuned in to Sky News to watch the headlines. Breaking news was announcing the news that there had both been an enormous bomb exploded in Oslo, but also someone had gone on a shooting rampage on a tourist Island. My immediate thoughts were of course with my dear friend from Disney, Christine, who worked in Oslo. It's not a huge city and your fear of horror happening to a close friend is too much to bare. Thankfully Facebook meant that were all able to see that she had posted that she was safe and well, though she was there when it happened.
So we give thanks that she is fine and well and our thoughts and prayers are with the Norweigian people.
So we give thanks that she is fine and well and our thoughts and prayers are with the Norweigian people.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Event's that change everything
Amazing how things can change in just a matter of hours. While we have known for months that Dusan's mother was trying to fight cancer, the warning that she had taken a turn for the worse only came on Thursday morning. Poor Dusan was on his way to work when his sister called and said that she had taken a turn for the worse. He didn't know what to do. He was about 15 minutes away from being due to start work and was almost outside work when the call came. He called me asking, what do I do?
I suggested he talk to his manager and ask to be let to go on Compasionate leave and book the next possible flight. His work let him go home immediately and he started to look at flight options.
Flying out the following morning, sadly she lost her fight the day he arrived. I never even had a chance to meet her and yet at the same time, through him, I feel I have known her. I didn't expect to hear from him straight away but it wasn't till Sunday he called to say it was all over. I presumed he meant her fight with Cancer, but he really meant, the whole event. They had managed to organise the funeral for the following day. Who would have thought that even possible in this country. By the time he called on Sunday everything really was over.
His been keeping busy ever since. His whole family visiting the family home and ensuring he and his sister are not left alone for too long. Its usually like this when he goes to visit, so I can only imagine what it's like right now.
Meanwhile, I miss him, but totally understand he belongs there for now and will love and support him through anything. When you think about all that we went through to be together again and the struggle with immigration, a few weeks apart is not a major problem. But as my dear friend Pamela in Salt Lake City taught me. No distance in time or space can ever lessen the love of two that are sealed at the heart!
Keep well babycakes and travel home safely.
All my love, always,
Your Neil xxxx
I suggested he talk to his manager and ask to be let to go on Compasionate leave and book the next possible flight. His work let him go home immediately and he started to look at flight options.
Flying out the following morning, sadly she lost her fight the day he arrived. I never even had a chance to meet her and yet at the same time, through him, I feel I have known her. I didn't expect to hear from him straight away but it wasn't till Sunday he called to say it was all over. I presumed he meant her fight with Cancer, but he really meant, the whole event. They had managed to organise the funeral for the following day. Who would have thought that even possible in this country. By the time he called on Sunday everything really was over.
His been keeping busy ever since. His whole family visiting the family home and ensuring he and his sister are not left alone for too long. Its usually like this when he goes to visit, so I can only imagine what it's like right now.
Meanwhile, I miss him, but totally understand he belongs there for now and will love and support him through anything. When you think about all that we went through to be together again and the struggle with immigration, a few weeks apart is not a major problem. But as my dear friend Pamela in Salt Lake City taught me. No distance in time or space can ever lessen the love of two that are sealed at the heart!
Keep well babycakes and travel home safely.
All my love, always,
Your Neil xxxx
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Birthday Celebrations
2011 seemed to be the year of the big Zero with so many members of my family celebrating a special ages, 40, 70, 90 all being celebrated at the same family birthday party Friday last. The event was held at the local Golf Club and both Dusan and I booked off the evening early ahead to ensure we could be in attendance.
How the best of plans can come to rot. I arranged to meet D, post work at Liverpool Street Station then head off to the country. The usual 20 minute journey was delayed thanks to problems on the Central Line which meant I was 45 minutes in traveltime. Not very pleasant on a packed tube when the weather is in the high 20's. We bought our tickets and then realised to our horror that every single train that was heading to our stop, Broxbourne, was delayed or cancelled. We waited on a packed platform with hundreds of other people watching and waiting as one by one, trains simply dropped off the indicator boards without even displaying a platform number. The 1836, 1845, 1856, 1925. All cancelled or dissapeared. We decided to go grab a drink and see how things looked in twenty minutes or so. If the trains were still not running post 2000, it wouldnt be worth going. It would take us an hour to get there anyhow.
Thankfully on returning from the pub there was a train announced. The first in 90 minutes so naturally it was crammed to the rafters. Not quite as overcrowded as the ones you see in scenes from India, but preety packed non the less.
We eventually arrived at around 2045. So many family and friends I have not seen in so long. Linda & Terry, Fanny & Cliff, Cousins, Nephews, Aunts, Uncles and many family friends. Then I spotted Kim. Kim and I had been dear friends growing up. She had said she would try to attened, she and my cousin Samantha went to school together. It was so nice to see her again and have a chance to catch up, albeit brief.
I was quite surprised that I reached 2330, being a long, exhausted week. A good time had by all and was followed by a blissfull 13 hour sleep. Happy Birthday Mum, Dad, Nan, Adam & Samantha!
How the best of plans can come to rot. I arranged to meet D, post work at Liverpool Street Station then head off to the country. The usual 20 minute journey was delayed thanks to problems on the Central Line which meant I was 45 minutes in traveltime. Not very pleasant on a packed tube when the weather is in the high 20's. We bought our tickets and then realised to our horror that every single train that was heading to our stop, Broxbourne, was delayed or cancelled. We waited on a packed platform with hundreds of other people watching and waiting as one by one, trains simply dropped off the indicator boards without even displaying a platform number. The 1836, 1845, 1856, 1925. All cancelled or dissapeared. We decided to go grab a drink and see how things looked in twenty minutes or so. If the trains were still not running post 2000, it wouldnt be worth going. It would take us an hour to get there anyhow.
Thankfully on returning from the pub there was a train announced. The first in 90 minutes so naturally it was crammed to the rafters. Not quite as overcrowded as the ones you see in scenes from India, but preety packed non the less.
We eventually arrived at around 2045. So many family and friends I have not seen in so long. Linda & Terry, Fanny & Cliff, Cousins, Nephews, Aunts, Uncles and many family friends. Then I spotted Kim. Kim and I had been dear friends growing up. She had said she would try to attened, she and my cousin Samantha went to school together. It was so nice to see her again and have a chance to catch up, albeit brief.
I was quite surprised that I reached 2330, being a long, exhausted week. A good time had by all and was followed by a blissfull 13 hour sleep. Happy Birthday Mum, Dad, Nan, Adam & Samantha!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Day before the Royal Wedding
The day before the wedding my team took a strole at lunch down through Green Park and up to the front of Buckingham Palace and the press enclosure. There was just something about the whole area that was much like a tractor beam that simply drew you towards it. The flags, the buzz, the crowds that had been gathering for some days. Many visitors, from all over the world, had started to camp out and had lined the edges of The Mall with their Tents, flags and sleeping bags. The ever growing number of flags shooting up around London and the huge official Union Flags (Its only called Union Jack when flying at sea) that lined the flag poles down The Mall.
Just after we approached the Palace there was something of a notion going on towards the Palace gates. The Police had just closed the road and so the crowd of some thousands of people pressed forward to see what was happening. Gradually the noise of drums grew louder until the full colour Queens Marching Band came walking past. Trumpets, Drums, Symbols all dressed in the Black, Red and Gold. There was even a uniformed dogged walking with them, down the Mall towards Whitehall. They must have been practicing for the following day and we just happened to catch the dress rehearsal and from the front row.
We spend the next hour wandering around Clarance House, St. James and Pall Mall, taking in the sights, the atmosphere and admiring the ever growing ring of steal and concerete barriers that had miraculously appeared in the night. It reminded me much of working at Walt Disney World and how you could leave the park (EPCOT) at 2339PM and a bed of Tulips be beautifully blooming beside the Restaurant. Returning just Seven hours later and the magical fairies had worked their wands and the tulips would be completely replaced with Pointsettas or Pansies. Amazing you with a complete floral transformation that had happened in the middle of the night.
Passing Clarance House several cars pulled up to the back gate and were stopped by security. We couldn't see who was in the back as their dresses were blocking all the windows, but you could tell they were official Royal Guests.
Returning to the office and hour later we decked the walls with our own bunting, excited for tomorrow and the first Royal Wedding to occur in my adult life. Exciting and we get an extra bank holiday too. Plus today was my final day of work until mid May! Fabulous!
Just after we approached the Palace there was something of a notion going on towards the Palace gates. The Police had just closed the road and so the crowd of some thousands of people pressed forward to see what was happening. Gradually the noise of drums grew louder until the full colour Queens Marching Band came walking past. Trumpets, Drums, Symbols all dressed in the Black, Red and Gold. There was even a uniformed dogged walking with them, down the Mall towards Whitehall. They must have been practicing for the following day and we just happened to catch the dress rehearsal and from the front row.
We spend the next hour wandering around Clarance House, St. James and Pall Mall, taking in the sights, the atmosphere and admiring the ever growing ring of steal and concerete barriers that had miraculously appeared in the night. It reminded me much of working at Walt Disney World and how you could leave the park (EPCOT) at 2339PM and a bed of Tulips be beautifully blooming beside the Restaurant. Returning just Seven hours later and the magical fairies had worked their wands and the tulips would be completely replaced with Pointsettas or Pansies. Amazing you with a complete floral transformation that had happened in the middle of the night.
Passing Clarance House several cars pulled up to the back gate and were stopped by security. We couldn't see who was in the back as their dresses were blocking all the windows, but you could tell they were official Royal Guests.
Returning to the office and hour later we decked the walls with our own bunting, excited for tomorrow and the first Royal Wedding to occur in my adult life. Exciting and we get an extra bank holiday too. Plus today was my final day of work until mid May! Fabulous!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Royal Wedding Approaching
With just days to go now until the future King, Prince William, marries his fiancee, Catherine Middleton and the two will potentially one day become King & Queen.
It brings such excitement & joy to so many of us Britons with an opportunity to celebrate with the world.
This world celebration is even more obvious today that it was at the weekend as you notice how many people have arrived from foreign shores to help celebrate the big day.
Today at lunchtime my team took a short walk down to Buckingham Palace, just to take it all in and feel the vibe. There were thousands of people everywhere but it felt good, it felt fantastic, it felt great to be British.
I have my bunting ready and am so looking forward to the big royal day and a chance for Britain to do what it does best, a good bit of Pomp & Ceremony!
It brings such excitement & joy to so many of us Britons with an opportunity to celebrate with the world.
This world celebration is even more obvious today that it was at the weekend as you notice how many people have arrived from foreign shores to help celebrate the big day.
Today at lunchtime my team took a short walk down to Buckingham Palace, just to take it all in and feel the vibe. There were thousands of people everywhere but it felt good, it felt fantastic, it felt great to be British.
I have my bunting ready and am so looking forward to the big royal day and a chance for Britain to do what it does best, a good bit of Pomp & Ceremony!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Nick's 40th & Disney Reunion Weekend - Part II
I woke in the early hours thanks to all that champagne in need of a much needed bathroom break. Only to trip in the darkness on Christine who had taken to sleeping on the bathroom floor. Apparently my cold was causing me to snore as I was unable to breath correctly through my nose. The poor girl had therefore taken to sleeping on the floor of the bathroom. We made a point to go and buy her some earplugs the following day.
When we finally rose we made our way out into St Hellier. It was bitterly cold and then add that sea breeze you could virtually freeze the balls off brass monkeys. We were thinking of a day strolling around the shops, perhaps a cream tea or a nice luncheon, but our fellow Alumni had other thoughts and so we were summoned to the theatre where once everyone finally arrived Nick took us all on a scenic walk of the town. Stopping, as Disney Alumni do, to take the odd dozen pictures or so.
Our walk started in the town and then up the hill past what we were told was once an Amusements. You could see the remnants of where once a cable car had taken visitors to the top. Sadly it was all but in ruins now. The walk around the back of the mound took up to above the new Power Station. Someone thought that the nicest thing to build on the sea front would be an industrial monster. Nick said the local residents didn't like it one bit. You can't help but think perhaps they could stick a huge canvas, like in the Trueman Show. Something to block the view with perhaps a nice sea view. I suppose it would look odd all blue and nice on a grey winters day.
The walk ended up in the old Victorian part of town, where despite the chill we stopped for yet more pictures. Well at Disney you were taught to get in as many pictures as you can. Old habits die hard.
By the time we had walked up the Victorian sea front that was still pretty even on such a cold wintry blustery day. We were all frozen through and were starting to want a bit of respite from the wind. Nick started the tour back towards the town centre and suddenly stopped, declaring to the group that friends of his lived on this very street and they had said that as they were such big fans of Disney would be delighted to meet his Disney friends. How nice would it be, Nick asked, if we all dropped in as a surprise. Suddenly he rung the bell and was greeted by an elderly gentleman whom nick then said and here they are. All 20 of us pilled into their home. The beautiful real log fire was lit and we were all told to go on a tour of the kitchen & dinning room. It really was a cosy, friendly house, we were all very grateful of the respite from the wind.
By 1600 we were all famished and started to look for somewhere to eat. Resting at Pizza Express for a yummy pizza. With a long night ahead nobody ordered alcohol. Then Christine & I had to exit early as we needed to get gift wrap before the shops closed. Then it was back to the hotel to freshen up and get ready for the big event. Nick's party & premier.
Knowing that Christine would take much longer than me to get dressed, I tucked into an episode of Glee on the laptop while she started her beautification process. You never have as much time as you think and before we knew it we were dressed in Tuxedo & Ball gown and the taxi was ordered ready to take us to the Jersey Arts Centre.
As we exited the taxi a long red carpet led from the door to the car and upon entrance there were obligatory Paparazzi with flashing bulbs (Okay they were Nick's friends with a Camera but it had the same effect). We dropped our coats off upstairs (Shame it had to be so cold, really a coat ruins ones outfit). Then we enjoyed complimentary Champagne and a catch up with old friends. Kerry arrived whom I had not seen in 15 years, she hadn't aged one bit. Then there was some of Nick's friends from the Island and litterally hundreds of people arriving.
We were soon asked to take our seats in the theatre, where the second row had been reserved for the Disney Gang. We took our seats and Nick started a speach on how he had always been such a fan of the movies and how he wished to one day make his own. Well for his 40th he had and tonight was the premier. The lights dimmed and we all watched the credits roll and looked for staring roles by many of the audience.
Once the credits rolled we all applauded and headed back to the bar where movie style cupcakes in huge popcorn bags were waiting. We then danced, chatted and milled with one another until turfing out time in the wee hours.
A Taxi back to the hotel and the reunion was virtually over. I think I can honestly say we all had a magical time and huge thanks to Nick for our invitation and for organising the reunion. It's amazing, 16 years have passed and yet when we all met up it was just like it was yesterday. The memories don't die, the friendships last longer and the magic of Disney continues to live on in us all.
When we finally rose we made our way out into St Hellier. It was bitterly cold and then add that sea breeze you could virtually freeze the balls off brass monkeys. We were thinking of a day strolling around the shops, perhaps a cream tea or a nice luncheon, but our fellow Alumni had other thoughts and so we were summoned to the theatre where once everyone finally arrived Nick took us all on a scenic walk of the town. Stopping, as Disney Alumni do, to take the odd dozen pictures or so.
Our walk started in the town and then up the hill past what we were told was once an Amusements. You could see the remnants of where once a cable car had taken visitors to the top. Sadly it was all but in ruins now. The walk around the back of the mound took up to above the new Power Station. Someone thought that the nicest thing to build on the sea front would be an industrial monster. Nick said the local residents didn't like it one bit. You can't help but think perhaps they could stick a huge canvas, like in the Trueman Show. Something to block the view with perhaps a nice sea view. I suppose it would look odd all blue and nice on a grey winters day.
The walk ended up in the old Victorian part of town, where despite the chill we stopped for yet more pictures. Well at Disney you were taught to get in as many pictures as you can. Old habits die hard.
By the time we had walked up the Victorian sea front that was still pretty even on such a cold wintry blustery day. We were all frozen through and were starting to want a bit of respite from the wind. Nick started the tour back towards the town centre and suddenly stopped, declaring to the group that friends of his lived on this very street and they had said that as they were such big fans of Disney would be delighted to meet his Disney friends. How nice would it be, Nick asked, if we all dropped in as a surprise. Suddenly he rung the bell and was greeted by an elderly gentleman whom nick then said and here they are. All 20 of us pilled into their home. The beautiful real log fire was lit and we were all told to go on a tour of the kitchen & dinning room. It really was a cosy, friendly house, we were all very grateful of the respite from the wind.
By 1600 we were all famished and started to look for somewhere to eat. Resting at Pizza Express for a yummy pizza. With a long night ahead nobody ordered alcohol. Then Christine & I had to exit early as we needed to get gift wrap before the shops closed. Then it was back to the hotel to freshen up and get ready for the big event. Nick's party & premier.
Knowing that Christine would take much longer than me to get dressed, I tucked into an episode of Glee on the laptop while she started her beautification process. You never have as much time as you think and before we knew it we were dressed in Tuxedo & Ball gown and the taxi was ordered ready to take us to the Jersey Arts Centre.
As we exited the taxi a long red carpet led from the door to the car and upon entrance there were obligatory Paparazzi with flashing bulbs (Okay they were Nick's friends with a Camera but it had the same effect). We dropped our coats off upstairs (Shame it had to be so cold, really a coat ruins ones outfit). Then we enjoyed complimentary Champagne and a catch up with old friends. Kerry arrived whom I had not seen in 15 years, she hadn't aged one bit. Then there was some of Nick's friends from the Island and litterally hundreds of people arriving.
We were soon asked to take our seats in the theatre, where the second row had been reserved for the Disney Gang. We took our seats and Nick started a speach on how he had always been such a fan of the movies and how he wished to one day make his own. Well for his 40th he had and tonight was the premier. The lights dimmed and we all watched the credits roll and looked for staring roles by many of the audience.
Once the credits rolled we all applauded and headed back to the bar where movie style cupcakes in huge popcorn bags were waiting. We then danced, chatted and milled with one another until turfing out time in the wee hours.
A Taxi back to the hotel and the reunion was virtually over. I think I can honestly say we all had a magical time and huge thanks to Nick for our invitation and for organising the reunion. It's amazing, 16 years have passed and yet when we all met up it was just like it was yesterday. The memories don't die, the friendships last longer and the magic of Disney continues to live on in us all.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Apologies for absence
My apologies for the big gap in any updates. Ever since the Disney weekend over in Jersey, (Yes I will write the second part soon), I have been virtually soldid with both my work schedule and social calendar. Do you ever say to yourself your going to have a nice few weeks, maybe a month, where you don't do anything on a school day with the exception of perhaps the gym? But then the good will and idea behind it all turns to ash as gradually different nights of the week fill up with event after event. A friend you have not seen in almost a year, a show you forgot you had booked, a meeting with the team after work in a Mayfair wine bar. February litterally flew by in the blink of an eye.
We had a brief week away to Gran Canaria to get some winter sun and a much needed week off and rest. But somehow with all the disasters on the news, in particular the awful scenes in Japan, it didn't seem appropriate to write about what a great time one was having. I will update with all the gaps I have missed as soon as I get a chance, but in the mean time my thoughts and prayers are with all of the people in Japan as the disaster seems to be ongoing. May the disaster soon be over and they all have a chance to start to repair their shattered lives.
More soon my friends.
We had a brief week away to Gran Canaria to get some winter sun and a much needed week off and rest. But somehow with all the disasters on the news, in particular the awful scenes in Japan, it didn't seem appropriate to write about what a great time one was having. I will update with all the gaps I have missed as soon as I get a chance, but in the mean time my thoughts and prayers are with all of the people in Japan as the disaster seems to be ongoing. May the disaster soon be over and they all have a chance to start to repair their shattered lives.
More soon my friends.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Nick's 40th & Disney Reunion Weekend - Part I
I don't often get very excited before a weekend away but ever since I booked my flights for Jersey I had that same similar feeling as I had before I flew to Orlando back in 1995. The feeling that something magical was once again about to begin.
As the week drew nearer and more and more people were saying they were going the excitement began to build. I new all along Christine was coming from Jersey, as we booked our flights together. Then I found out David & Claudia were going, then Mark, Sadie, and Tracey & Serge. Many of whom I have not seen in years. Indeed the last time I saw Sadie was back in 1996.
Christine's flight got into London Gatwick at 1230 and so I made my way to the airport early and was waiting at the arrivals hall when she arrived. We had four hours to kill before our flight over to Jersey so made our way to a pub for a catch up and some lunch. Once we had dined we made our way upstairs to check in and as I touched the machine for self check in heard Alison Oliver behind me calling my name. The good thing about BA over some of the cheaper no frill airlines is your baggage is included in the fare. That said, Christine decided hers was small enough to go in the over head and as such decided to not check her bag. The four of us made our way through to security. I have to say I usually far prefer Gatwick to Heathrow, and am always amazed at how few people they have working on the security desks and how rediculously large the queue to get through Departures was. Eventually getting to the Xray we removed our belts, coats, shoes and laptop from the bag and had it all go through the Xray. Mine was fine but Christine's had highlighted something in her case and a security officer promptly opened her case and started to sift through her knickers and asking if she had any liquids. I think she must have pulled out nearly 30 different liquids from her bag ranging from Toothpaste to mouth wash & toner and creams. Thankfully none were over the 100ML allowance yet she said we were only aloud a single see through bag of items each. She thankfully said that as there were two of us we could share her allowance and managed to condense everything into two small bags and eventually we were through, re dressed and ready.
The four of us made our way to the VIP lounge that my membership allows me to access which always feels like a tranquil oasis compared to the stress and noise of the regular departure hall.
The Jersey flight was really quick. I think it was 35 minutes end to end. You felt like the plan was pointing upwards as we took off and almost immediately started landing. Bags in Jersey arrived within a couple of minutes. Was a refreshing change and then once we walked through to arrivals there was Nick, waiting to collect us. Indeed he insisted on collecting everyone all weekend and it was really nice to be met at the airport. Very welcoming.
We were dropped at our hotel long enough to hang up our clothes, grab a drink and then jumped into a Taxi over to Nick's home. It was here that we reunited with Mark, Sadie, Tracey & Serge. Ali & James had arrived at the party allready. We also got to meet Steve, Nick's brother and Nick's partner, Nathan. We all just milled in the kitchen, enjoying snacks and drinks and catching up. The amazing thing is it all felt like Disney was just yesterday and the memories came flooding back. Not long after Richard & Eros & Claudia and David arrived and suddenly the Disney gang were all reunited.
Nick poured Champagne and we all milled and chilled till close to midnight. Promising that we would all meet up more often, especially those of us in London. Christine was ready for bed and with an hour difference in time plus the fact she had been travelling all day we asked Nick to call us a Taxi but he insisted on dropping us back to the hotel. The perfect Gent. Thanks for all the hospitality Nick. I remember asking him last week what he would like as a gift. His answer was simple. Nothing, I just want you all to come and World Peace. Well the first part of that wish deffinitely came true. To be continued...
As the week drew nearer and more and more people were saying they were going the excitement began to build. I new all along Christine was coming from Jersey, as we booked our flights together. Then I found out David & Claudia were going, then Mark, Sadie, and Tracey & Serge. Many of whom I have not seen in years. Indeed the last time I saw Sadie was back in 1996.
Christine's flight got into London Gatwick at 1230 and so I made my way to the airport early and was waiting at the arrivals hall when she arrived. We had four hours to kill before our flight over to Jersey so made our way to a pub for a catch up and some lunch. Once we had dined we made our way upstairs to check in and as I touched the machine for self check in heard Alison Oliver behind me calling my name. The good thing about BA over some of the cheaper no frill airlines is your baggage is included in the fare. That said, Christine decided hers was small enough to go in the over head and as such decided to not check her bag. The four of us made our way through to security. I have to say I usually far prefer Gatwick to Heathrow, and am always amazed at how few people they have working on the security desks and how rediculously large the queue to get through Departures was. Eventually getting to the Xray we removed our belts, coats, shoes and laptop from the bag and had it all go through the Xray. Mine was fine but Christine's had highlighted something in her case and a security officer promptly opened her case and started to sift through her knickers and asking if she had any liquids. I think she must have pulled out nearly 30 different liquids from her bag ranging from Toothpaste to mouth wash & toner and creams. Thankfully none were over the 100ML allowance yet she said we were only aloud a single see through bag of items each. She thankfully said that as there were two of us we could share her allowance and managed to condense everything into two small bags and eventually we were through, re dressed and ready.
The four of us made our way to the VIP lounge that my membership allows me to access which always feels like a tranquil oasis compared to the stress and noise of the regular departure hall.
The Jersey flight was really quick. I think it was 35 minutes end to end. You felt like the plan was pointing upwards as we took off and almost immediately started landing. Bags in Jersey arrived within a couple of minutes. Was a refreshing change and then once we walked through to arrivals there was Nick, waiting to collect us. Indeed he insisted on collecting everyone all weekend and it was really nice to be met at the airport. Very welcoming.
We were dropped at our hotel long enough to hang up our clothes, grab a drink and then jumped into a Taxi over to Nick's home. It was here that we reunited with Mark, Sadie, Tracey & Serge. Ali & James had arrived at the party allready. We also got to meet Steve, Nick's brother and Nick's partner, Nathan. We all just milled in the kitchen, enjoying snacks and drinks and catching up. The amazing thing is it all felt like Disney was just yesterday and the memories came flooding back. Not long after Richard & Eros & Claudia and David arrived and suddenly the Disney gang were all reunited.
Nick poured Champagne and we all milled and chilled till close to midnight. Promising that we would all meet up more often, especially those of us in London. Christine was ready for bed and with an hour difference in time plus the fact she had been travelling all day we asked Nick to call us a Taxi but he insisted on dropping us back to the hotel. The perfect Gent. Thanks for all the hospitality Nick. I remember asking him last week what he would like as a gift. His answer was simple. Nothing, I just want you all to come and World Peace. Well the first part of that wish deffinitely came true. To be continued...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I've seen some strange things in my time, but....
I went to the gym this evening, despite at 5PM feeling half exhausted and almost feeling in the mood to bail and cancel late afternoon. But with my Climbing class booked and having not climbed all week I went along anyway. I was glad I did in the end. I was given a chance to climb with one of the advanced climbers who taught me a few tips and I think I have finally learned to tie off the rope to my harness correctly, which is a step towards being signed off to be able to climb outside of the class sessions.
45 minutes is just about the right duration. An hour is so much that you can't help but exhaust your arms by the end. With my right arm still aching from the TRX course last Friday, I was just pleased to last the session and hoped a quick trip to the steam room would help loosen up my tight muscles. I had not been sat in the steam room more than a couple of minutes when another chap walked in. Wearing not a towell like the rest of us, not even a pair of Shorts, but wet suite style shorts & tee shirts and sat down, and started to read the Evening Standard. I was like, what the heck? I can understand you reading in a sauna where its nice and dry but in a wet and steam filled steam room and fully dressed? It did make me smile in thought at the simple fact, there aint noubt as weird as folk!
45 minutes is just about the right duration. An hour is so much that you can't help but exhaust your arms by the end. With my right arm still aching from the TRX course last Friday, I was just pleased to last the session and hoped a quick trip to the steam room would help loosen up my tight muscles. I had not been sat in the steam room more than a couple of minutes when another chap walked in. Wearing not a towell like the rest of us, not even a pair of Shorts, but wet suite style shorts & tee shirts and sat down, and started to read the Evening Standard. I was like, what the heck? I can understand you reading in a sauna where its nice and dry but in a wet and steam filled steam room and fully dressed? It did make me smile in thought at the simple fact, there aint noubt as weird as folk!
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Christmas 2010
Apologies for the late posting of this past Christmas. Feels like the whole festive season fell upon us in a flash and before you could say "The Baby Jesus", it was New Years Eve and work had fallen inbetween the two.
In reflection I think I prefer when Christmas doesn't fall on a weekend. Somehow it makes the week before Christmas shorter. The fact that without taking leave you had to work the full five days before the festive season meant that Christmas week filled long and very much a chore to wake each morning. Of course the fact that we had several work celebrations over the previous few weeks didn't help much. The staff Grand Ball on Northumberland Avenue kicked off a Tuesday, Gay Mens Chorus, HR Lunch, Team tour of Vinopolis to name but a few.
Christmas Eve came around and in my team's tradition we headed out for a team lunch to wrap up work for the season. Nothing fancy, just a quick beer (or Cider for me) to start start Christmas on the right foot. Then Pizza express for lunch. Wrapping up in Shepherds Market for a couple of Whiskey Mac (Which is somehow the team tradition) and then making our own ways back to our families and loved ones.
Dusan met me at Liverpool Street Station and we managed to get our train within fifteen minutes, back to Broxbourne where Mum & Dad collected us in the car. It was an amazing transformation in the weather. London was a mild 3 degrees and all the snow had long melted. Arriving in Broxbourne there were a good six inches of snow on the ground and it was way below zero from all the ice that had built up on the pavements.
Expecting to be spending the next few hours peeling vegtables I was pleasantly surprised to hear that Janice had already been over and prepared the vegtables that needed prep. God bless her. Which meant we could go upstairs, freshen up and get ready to go over to my Uncles next door for the traditional annual Christmas Eve Indian meal. Historically we have always started the festive period off with Indian at either my parents or my aunt & uncles, then the following day have Christmas at the opposite house and Boxing day back where we had Cristmas Eve. However this would have been the first year without our dear Auntie Pauline who sadly passed away suddenly in the Autumn. To this end, My Aunt's sisters two daughters, Nicola & Lyndsey and I volunteered to do the cooking on Christmas Day. Give Mum a year off and some time to spend with Trevor and the rest of teh family while we all take care of the food in the kitchen.
Going over to Trevors is the begining of meeting all the family again. Trevor, my three cousins, Janice & Colin, Nicola & lyndsey, my cousins Sam's three little ones. Alex who is 8 asked if he could sit with me at dinner and made me smile when he wispered asking about Dusan, "Where is that man from?".
The Indian was lovely but I truly felt stuffed by the time we had finished. How things have changed when by just after 10:00 Dusan and I were more than ready for bed. Maybe it was the excitment of Christmas?
Christmas morning I woke and could smell the pigs in Blankets that Mother had already put on. I rushed down to make some Coffee and to take over in the Kitchen. The Turkey had been cooked the night before and so Dad helped carve the Turkey while I carved the Gammon. Then after sharing all our gifts, Dusan and I were joined by Nicola & Lyndsey and started to prepare all the food. Janice had been keen that lunch was on time and we were happy to call everyone to the table ten minutes early. I knew I had done a good job with my potatoes when Lee whom had flown in just days earlier from Melbourne said, "These potatoes are legendary". I think the trick is in the grated fresh Garlic & Lemon Zest I grate over the top along with the Rosemary and of course Goose Fat. (Detox starts on Monday).
We dinner on a feast of food. Sausage Meat, Gammon, Potatoes, Parsnips, Pigs in Blankets, Corn on the Cobb, Carrotts, Beans, Cauliflower Cheese, stuffin to name just some of it. Of course it seemed like there was as much left as there was cooked but it would all go. Bubble & Squeek tomorrow!
By the time we had cleared the table and the 20 place settings, (Yes we cooked for 20), Miss Grace and I watched Doctor Who and then settled down in the lounge to play games with the kids. Musical Chairs, Sleeping Lions and then Alex wanted to plug in the Wii. Handy as I had just recieved from Dusan the Glee Karaoke set for Christmas! I think it was the first time I saw a game played that the entire family joined in. Cousins, Nephews, the entire family sang along and had a great time.
Boxing day was spent over at Trevors and originally we had said we would stay till Boxing day lunch and then head back to the big smoke. Nicola, Lyndsey & Samantha begged us to stay the extra night, then proceeded to dissapear to watch either Spurs or have a mid afternoon nap. I don't know how the Evans manage it? Christmas day there was a moment, post lunch, all four were asleep on the sofa!
Boxing Day lunch is actually my faveourite. Cold Meats, Salads, Mashed Potatoes, Pickles and Nicola's Bubble & Squeek. More Christmas Pudding, Triffle & Mince pies.
Having decided to stay the extra night meant I could enjoy a drink or two and then we started to play the games for the children. We were tucked up in bed just after 1030. Ever noticed how exhausting the whole Christmas thing is?
Arrived back home mid afternoon on the 27th and Dusan said, "It felt really right being at your mum's". For if there is one thing that Christmas is about its about Family. How lucky we are in ours that its such a great one.
In reflection I think I prefer when Christmas doesn't fall on a weekend. Somehow it makes the week before Christmas shorter. The fact that without taking leave you had to work the full five days before the festive season meant that Christmas week filled long and very much a chore to wake each morning. Of course the fact that we had several work celebrations over the previous few weeks didn't help much. The staff Grand Ball on Northumberland Avenue kicked off a Tuesday, Gay Mens Chorus, HR Lunch, Team tour of Vinopolis to name but a few.
Christmas Eve came around and in my team's tradition we headed out for a team lunch to wrap up work for the season. Nothing fancy, just a quick beer (or Cider for me) to start start Christmas on the right foot. Then Pizza express for lunch. Wrapping up in Shepherds Market for a couple of Whiskey Mac (Which is somehow the team tradition) and then making our own ways back to our families and loved ones.
Dusan met me at Liverpool Street Station and we managed to get our train within fifteen minutes, back to Broxbourne where Mum & Dad collected us in the car. It was an amazing transformation in the weather. London was a mild 3 degrees and all the snow had long melted. Arriving in Broxbourne there were a good six inches of snow on the ground and it was way below zero from all the ice that had built up on the pavements.
Expecting to be spending the next few hours peeling vegtables I was pleasantly surprised to hear that Janice had already been over and prepared the vegtables that needed prep. God bless her. Which meant we could go upstairs, freshen up and get ready to go over to my Uncles next door for the traditional annual Christmas Eve Indian meal. Historically we have always started the festive period off with Indian at either my parents or my aunt & uncles, then the following day have Christmas at the opposite house and Boxing day back where we had Cristmas Eve. However this would have been the first year without our dear Auntie Pauline who sadly passed away suddenly in the Autumn. To this end, My Aunt's sisters two daughters, Nicola & Lyndsey and I volunteered to do the cooking on Christmas Day. Give Mum a year off and some time to spend with Trevor and the rest of teh family while we all take care of the food in the kitchen.
Going over to Trevors is the begining of meeting all the family again. Trevor, my three cousins, Janice & Colin, Nicola & lyndsey, my cousins Sam's three little ones. Alex who is 8 asked if he could sit with me at dinner and made me smile when he wispered asking about Dusan, "Where is that man from?".
The Indian was lovely but I truly felt stuffed by the time we had finished. How things have changed when by just after 10:00 Dusan and I were more than ready for bed. Maybe it was the excitment of Christmas?
Christmas morning I woke and could smell the pigs in Blankets that Mother had already put on. I rushed down to make some Coffee and to take over in the Kitchen. The Turkey had been cooked the night before and so Dad helped carve the Turkey while I carved the Gammon. Then after sharing all our gifts, Dusan and I were joined by Nicola & Lyndsey and started to prepare all the food. Janice had been keen that lunch was on time and we were happy to call everyone to the table ten minutes early. I knew I had done a good job with my potatoes when Lee whom had flown in just days earlier from Melbourne said, "These potatoes are legendary". I think the trick is in the grated fresh Garlic & Lemon Zest I grate over the top along with the Rosemary and of course Goose Fat. (Detox starts on Monday).
We dinner on a feast of food. Sausage Meat, Gammon, Potatoes, Parsnips, Pigs in Blankets, Corn on the Cobb, Carrotts, Beans, Cauliflower Cheese, stuffin to name just some of it. Of course it seemed like there was as much left as there was cooked but it would all go. Bubble & Squeek tomorrow!
By the time we had cleared the table and the 20 place settings, (Yes we cooked for 20), Miss Grace and I watched Doctor Who and then settled down in the lounge to play games with the kids. Musical Chairs, Sleeping Lions and then Alex wanted to plug in the Wii. Handy as I had just recieved from Dusan the Glee Karaoke set for Christmas! I think it was the first time I saw a game played that the entire family joined in. Cousins, Nephews, the entire family sang along and had a great time.
Boxing day was spent over at Trevors and originally we had said we would stay till Boxing day lunch and then head back to the big smoke. Nicola, Lyndsey & Samantha begged us to stay the extra night, then proceeded to dissapear to watch either Spurs or have a mid afternoon nap. I don't know how the Evans manage it? Christmas day there was a moment, post lunch, all four were asleep on the sofa!
Boxing Day lunch is actually my faveourite. Cold Meats, Salads, Mashed Potatoes, Pickles and Nicola's Bubble & Squeek. More Christmas Pudding, Triffle & Mince pies.
Having decided to stay the extra night meant I could enjoy a drink or two and then we started to play the games for the children. We were tucked up in bed just after 1030. Ever noticed how exhausting the whole Christmas thing is?
Arrived back home mid afternoon on the 27th and Dusan said, "It felt really right being at your mum's". For if there is one thing that Christmas is about its about Family. How lucky we are in ours that its such a great one.
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