Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Subliminal Kutz

Mark has produced some cool looking logos for Subliminal Kutz, a techno, house and breaks night in Wrexham.

Their Facebook page Subliminal Kutz

March snow

It's snowing. Doesn't Mother Nature realise that British Summer Time has begun? The clocks went forward an hour on Sunday last, surely this means that snow is banned until Autumn? Obviously our construction of time has very little to do with the elements but even so I don't consider the end of March in England to be a snowy time. There was severe hail yesterday too. For about 5 minutes the air was full of golf ball sized hail. I exaggerate only slightly. It was the kind of hail that looked painful. It encouraged Mark to grab his phone and capture the moment. By the time he'd located his phone, the moment had nearly ended but he did catch about 5 seconds of angry looking hail.

Tuesday, 30 March 2010


We are listening to some of Mark's tunes even though we really should be tucked up in the land of sleepville. Mark just said, and I quote "this ones called Skip to the end" and then said "I'm not sure if I've finished it". I laughed and asked him whether the song was a contradiction in terms!

Monday, 29 March 2010


There is so little time these days to relax. Time passes so quickly. Blink and you'll miss it. Of late, I've found that I sit down to do some work, then a short time later, look at the clock and hours have passed. Hours that have felt like minutes. There are 24 hours in a day and for about 8 of these, I prefer to be asleep. If I sleep for less than 8 hours a day, I become very grumpy. This leaves 16 hours to do everything I need to. Apparently this isn't long enough. I know this because if I crack off a ton of Uni work, the housework slips. If the house looks spotless I get behind with Uni work. Spending all day working with my beloved on web design means that I have no time to do any writing. Something has to give, I do hope it won't be me!


Sunday, 21 March 2010

It's all happening at Glam

Have you been to Glam in Wrexham? If you haven't, you should, it's damn good. I speak from experience here. Check them out at

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Absorbing form and colour

A quote by Baudelaire, the French poet and social commentator. He wrote the quote below in 1863. His quote was written as a description of art and of capturing modern life. However, his words could be related to any type of creative pursuit:

"The child sees everything in a state of newness; he is always
drunk. Nothing more resembles what we call inspiration than the
delight with which a child absorbs form and colour ... Genius is
nothing more nor less than childhood recovered at will – a
childhood now equipped for self-expression with manhood’s
capacities and a power of analysis which enables it to order the
mass of raw material which it has involuntarily accumulated."

Taken from Baudelaire, 1863, in Harrison et al., 1998 in Moohan, 2008.

My only criticism is that he centres his focus around the exploits of man. Indeed, the woman is only present by way of her total absence. Other than that, this quote, to use a modern phrase, is awesome!

Sunday, 7 March 2010


SEO has to be achieved effectively to get your website higher up (or at the top of) search engines. It's vital. The life-force of your website, if you will. There is little point in having a fabulous website if nobody can find you. Fortunately, I happen to know people that can do this for you. Solar Chi Designs. Yes, that's right, Mark Dixon and my good-self can achieve this for you. Don't take my word for it though, try us out and you will see.

Search for Bolton Plasterers on Google and you will find that our client, Bolton Plasterers are at the top of Google. SEO, if it didnt sound rather daft, it would be our middle name. Solar SEO Chi Designs.


Wednesday, 3 March 2010

A little story

Once upon time there was a beautiful fairy princess called Glitter Fairy. She lived in a large oak tree, deep in the Emerald Forrest. As you might expect, Glitter Fairy’s oak tree home was magical. Her tree was quite large from the outside but once the magic door was opened, the inside of her tree was gigantic. Glitter Fairy’s winding staircase lead to 10 large rooms, all beautifully festooned with ethical glitz and glamour. Glitter Fairy loved her home and she loved the Emerald Forest.

Each day Glitter Fairy would go out into the forest and weave her ethical magic. She would heal wounded flowers, offer a friendly ear to unhappy animals and spread love wherever she went. Life was wonderful for Glitter Fairy but she longed for someone to share her days with. She wished she would meet a partner that would share he love of the Emerald Forrest. Glitter Fairy could weave all kinds of magic to help others but she could not bring romantic love to her.

One day, as Glitter Fairy was out on one of her afternoon strolls, she saw a young, handsome pixie. She had never seen him before but he somehow felt familiar. He was tall, dark and had penetrating brown eyes. As she passed him, their eyes met and they shared a smile but they did not speak to each other. Many weeks passed and from time to time, Glitter Fairy would see this pixie. Each time they would smile at each other but still no conversation took place. Glitter Fairy started to think about him every day. Each time that she went into the Forrest, she hoped she would see him and when she didn’t, she was very disappointed.

Glitter Fairy decided that she must speak to this pixie, even though she was shy and very worried that he wouldn’t like her, she decided to take the plunge. She dressed in her best sparkley outfit, waved her magic wand over hair, wore her best fairy makeup and went out into the Forrest to speak to him. Fortunately he was there, planting vegetables. Glitter Fairy bravely walked towards him. He looked up and smiled, she smiled back and said “hi, I was wondering if you would like to come for tea at my home?”. He said “that sounds perfect, I’ve wanting to speak to you for a while but couldn’t build up the courage, my name is Pixie Willow, what’s yours?”. She said “it’s Glitter Fairy”. He smiled, put his tools into his toolbox and held out his hand towards her, she took it and they walked together towards her home. After only a few weeks of taking tea together and walking in the Emerald Forrest, they fell in love. Glitter Fairy had found her pixie prince! He was everything she hoped he would be – kind, loving, passionate, romantic and environmentally aware. Glitter Fairy and Pixie Willow were married and went to live together in his Cloud Castle. They gave Glitter Fairy’s Oak Tree to the creatures of the Emerald Forrest.

Again as you might expect, Glitter Fairy and Pixie Willow lived happily ever after.

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Music war

I've commented previously that hearing teenagers playing their music in public places, without the use of their headsets is rather annoying. More often that not, their music choice makes it even more unpleasant. So recently I decided to take action. Just a small but most enjoyable moment of anarchy.

I was awaiting a bus, a long delayed bus and I shared the bus stop with four teenagers. One guy and three girls. They laughed and screamed their way through the wait. I sighed and grumped my way through the wait. After a while, they decided to share their music with me and by that I don't mean that they wandered over and said "excuse me older person but would you care to listen to some of my music collection". No, sadly, they just cranked up the volume on their mobile phone / ipod / whatever music playing device. I felt like saying "do you have a headset, they usually come as standard with these devices". I didn't say it, just thought it. I internally sighed and willed the bus to arrive instead. At one stage, the male teenage type exclaimed (after he had selected a new track) "this one is moderately more upbeat". Moderately more upbeat? Impressive use of language for a youngster. Anyway, I digress, back to the anarchy..... I reached a point where I thought, sod this, I really can't be bothered with their crappy music choices. I retrieved my mobile phone from my handbag, selected a track by the soon to be rock legends Sucioperro, turned up the volume and pressed play. Did I use my headset, I did not. Did I play the track on loudspeaker to the contents of the bus stop, I did. The male version of a teenager looked at me in surprise. I could imagine his thoughts "who is this strange old person and what is that delightful tune she is playing". Shortly after my outburst the bus arrived. I switched the track off and boarded.

WE HAVE TO STRIKE BACK AGAINST THESE PEOPLE (just as long as we strike back without upsetting other more polite members of the population).


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