Thursday, 9 September 2010

Culture or Bubbles

Yesterday after work me and good friend R stomped through the pouring rain to see the magnificent maps on display at the British Library. At least, we would have if it wasn’t shut.

A map we didn't see.

Ah, we thought. Oops, we thought. Shall we go and have a glass of champagne instead at St Pancras station?

Well, it was either expand our mind with culture, or with bubbles. We chose bubbles.

Ten minutes later saw us installed at the longest champagne bar ever to be found in a train station, indeed, apparently in Europe.

Not us.

Did I say before I am rather fond of large train stations? I like that expectant excitement, the energy of all the people passing by with smart clothes and suitcases on wheels, the hurried footsteps, the tap of busy fingers on laptops. I occasionally like to go there with a notebook and sit with a coffee, watching all the to-ing and fro-ing. It gives me ideas.


I especially like St Pancras now it has been redesigned, as I love the beautiful amazing ceiling, and the Dent clock with the statue of the two lovers meeting underneath.



Maybe we did find some culture after all. Hic.


Magnificent Map image from the British Library
St Pancras images from St Pancras website

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Oh Lucky Me

It all started at the beginning of August.

I’d been wandering around blog-land, hopping here, skipping there, and I came to rest on Shona Cole’s blog ‘An artful Life’. Not only is Shona amazingly talented, and the author of a book called ‘The Artistic Mother’, but she often likes to give away a hand-made something to a random follower of her blog.

She has 750 followers, so that’s a lot of folk to choose from.

And at the beginning of August my name came out of the virtual bag, and she sent me this lovely little notebook all the way from Texas!




This was such a surprise as I usually have notoriously bad luck with competitions. So here is a late little post to say ‘thank you Shona’, and to point the way to her lovely blog. She does fantastic arty projects with her children, and I also am in deep love with her kitchen.

Shona’s blog: An Artful Life

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August continued on its merry way. I blogged, pondered how best to wrap tea-cups from my own contest, virtually pottered here, virtually pottered there, and came across Melanie’s lovely blog ‘Melanie’s Musing’. She posts excellent reviews of all the books she reads, and was holding a swag giveaway.

Well, who can resist swag? Not me, not me. I entered. And won! Look at all these book-marks and goodies, coming my way from Florida!



So here is a late little post to say ‘thank you Melanie’ and to urge you all to pay her a visit, too. She’s back at school now and could no doubt do with some new followers to cheer her up. At least, that would be the very least of what I’d need if I was back in school.

Melanie’s blog: Melanie’s Musing

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Maybe it’s contest karma, I thought, as I sent off parcels to America (Karen and VR Barkowski) and around the UK (Pen and Paints and Music Obsessive). And so I did some writing, some blogging, and then as August began ticking into September I popped into one of my favourite blogs, Pretty Far West, and saw there was a Pretty Amazing Giveaway.

Ooo! I thought. So I entered. And won!



So here is a ‘bang on the minute’ post to say ‘thank you Mise, and thank you Mise’s sister’ (who made the gorgeous necklace), and to point the way to Pretty Far West. I always enjoy my visits, and think her witty style is rubbing off on me every time I spend rather a little too long pondering the perfect sofa.

Mise’s blog: Pretty Far West

So with these three lovely prizes the notorious bad luck has well and truly been banished – hoorah! Thank you so much. I am hoping this signifies a turning point!

Sunday, 5 September 2010

Book reviews: P.G. Wodehouse, Beryl Bainbridge, Mary Norton

For those new to my challenge, I am reviewing every single book I read during this year, regardless of whatever I pick up (as my reading tastes are fairly eclectic, and rather broad!). I am curious to see how many books I get through in a year, as although a fairly quick reader, I am limited to reading mainly on the commute to the full-time job.

So without further ado, here are the next three on the list…

The Borrowers Afield, by Mary Norton
The Inimitable Jeeves, by P.G. Wodehouse
The Bottle Factory Outing, by Beryl Bainbridge


The Borrowers Afield, by Mary Norton
Illustrations by Diana Stanley
First published by Dent 1955
This edition published by Puffin Books, 1970

This is Mary’s sequel to The Borrowers, the tale of tiny folk who live behind the cracks in houses. In The Borrowers Afield, the Clock family (Pod, Homily and fourteen year old Arrietty) have left the safe world of the house behind them and are pitting their wits in the wild.

What I like about this book is that Mary Norton doesn’t use any short-cuts; she thinks about what a tiny person would have to contend with, what they would eat, where they would live, how they would protect themselves – and it is all perfectly feasible. There are no diversions into magic or talking animals, and because of that The Borrowers feel quite real. There are also lovely touches of humour and description – you quite understand Arietty’s longing to see the world. Reading this book is like being wrapped up in autumn; you can taste the berries, smell the trees, see the colours. A gentle sequel in many ways, but very enjoyable.


The Inimitable Jeeves, by P.G. Wodehouse
First published by Herbert Jenkins 1924
This edition published by Penguin Books 1973


This was a delight from beginning to end. Although Jeeves as a character had been introduced in several short stories prior to this book, here he comes into his own. For those not familiar, Jeeves is the exceedingly clever valet to rich young Bertie Wooster, and is the man who constantly saves Bertie from various disasters, be they social, financial, or, heavens forbid, his Aunt Agatha paying a visit. Set in the era in which they were written, flitting between London and New York, these stories sing of gentlemen’s clubs, the Serpentine, ‘blighted tea-and-bun shops’, wearing the wrong socks, the theatre and what sport one may find in the country.

You sense that P.G.Wodehouse had fun writing these books, as he is a complete master of language and knows how to make words dance for him. Even the chapter titles give away the clue you are in for a treat, with gems such as ‘Jeeves Exerts the Old Cerebellum’ and ‘The Great Sermon Handicap’. There is a lovely subtle humour throughout the book that is never over-played, and the result is a real romp of a read, even if you spend the next few days talking like a Wooster.


The Bottle Factory Outing, by Beryl Bainbridge
First published by Gerald Duckworth & Co Ltd 1974
This edition published by Fontana 1976


Here we are introduced to larger than life Freda with her love of exuberant drama, and Brenda who wants to creep around the corners of her life like a pale mouse. The unlikely duo share a flat in London, and both work at in the bottle factory. Freda is convinced that all the Italian men at the factory fancy her, and decides to arrange an outing to spice up her imagined entanglements. However nothing goes as she planned.

This is a strange unnerving story – it starts off in humour, but there is an air of unease from the start that the outing will go wrong in some way. When it does; the mood of the story shifts entirely into dark tragedy. It becomes less about Freda and Brenda, and more about society in general, how sad it can be when you realise some folk in this world have such flimsy anchors in life. If they break, who knows or cares?

It is good to have books that challenge you occasionally, and although the subject matter is a little bleak, the descriptions of the little flat in London and the characters themselves are very vivid without being over-blown. The contrast between the beginning and the end is very clever, and the writing is really magnificent. It’s not a long book so in a way it is an easy read, but is it really? Only you will know.

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And now for Blog Parties!

There are two fantastic blog parties continuing this weekend, and you can attend both from the comfort of your chair. Karen G is holding a lovely blog BBQ, and Donna a fab blog party. All you have to do to join the fun is to pop over to each, follow them, leave a comment and then browse through the comments already there and find some new fantastic people to follow! If you do pop over then please help yourself to a glass of the finest pink fizz at Karen's, which was my virtual contribution, and at Donna's tell Colin Firth to hold off from diving into the pond in his dress shirt until I am back there to ogle. Thanks!

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Chirpy Reflection’s Answer to Rejection


Rejection: My story sucks the big one.
Chirpy Reflection: Now come on! (And darling, don’t revert to teen speak when you are in your thirties, it isn’t becoming.) There could be many reasons why your story wasn’t right this time, and it isn’t necessarily that your story… ahem… that your story isn’t the best it can be. But use this time – do you have doubts about your story? If so work on them! If you are satisfied that this story is the best ever then send it out again.

Rejection: My life is a big fat pile of poo.
Chirpy Reflection: No it isn’t!
Rejection: Yes it is.
Chirpy Reflection: No it… actually let’s not go there. A rejection isn’t the end of the world. The sky is still blue, the birds still sing. Understand it is not personal. I know you are eager to get on and sometimes it feels like life is on hold (while the years tick on, how does that work eh?) but everyone who is anyone goes through this stage. Look at JK Rowling…
Rejection: Please, please don’t tell me Harry Potter was rejected umpteen times before it was taken on. I know that story. I’ve injected that story to my veins. Please, no more. Leave me to wallow.
Chirpy Reflection: No can do I’m afraid. The lovely JK isn’t the only author to be rejected a few times before being published. Look darling, it happens. It means you are on your way. It doesn’t make everything in life a turd during the process, trust me.

Rejection: Why don’t they like me?
Chirpy Reflection: Honey, what did I say up there? It’s not personal, sweetheart, they don’t know you. If they met you they’d think you were the bee's knees. As it is, revise your query. Read it over again – anything you’d change? Now is your chance – take it with both hands! If you believe in it as it is, jump back on the merry-go-round. Besides, the right place for your story is out there. Make sure everything is ready for when that day arrives.

Rejection: I hate waiting, I hate it!
Chirpy Reflection (solemnly): The best things in life are worth waiting for. And don’t throw your pen at me.