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Happy birthday Reuben

Just want to say Happy Birthday to Mark's son Reuben.

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Separated at birth?

JP Reid from Sucioperro, Marmaduke duke and actor Craig Kelly look remarkably alike. If that wasn’t uncanny enough, Craig’s mum is Scottish. JP Reid is Scottish. Not only that but Craig Kelly and Flavia Cacace recently danced for Strictly Come Dancing at The Tower Ballroom and their song choice was Easy Lover by Phil Collins. Sucioperro's new t.shirt design depicts a picture of Phil Collins! Strange connections.

Sadly, Craig Kelly was knocked out of the Strictly competition after appearing at The Tower Ballroom erm essentially because he erm wasn't very good. Bless him. I wonder if JP Reid could have done a better job. I have feeling that he probably could have done, even without the weeks of training and with his guitar in hand. Poor Craig, great actor though.

See below:



Click on the picture for closer inspection. JP Reid, for those that don't know, is stage right.



Click on the picture for closer inspection. JP Reid is stage...oh sorry my mistake this one is Craig Kelly. Ahem ;-). Look at those studs, has he been stapled to the fence? Painful.

Anyway, after that shocking and interesting revelation, I'm off to get a life!

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Ethics

I'm still trying to buy ethical as much as possible and thus far all my Xmas present and upcoming birthday gifts have been from charity shops except one gift for my nephew. I've commented to various friends, that it appears as though the fates are conspiring to help me obtain perfect gifts for the people I love. Each time I visit a charity shop, I leave not much lighter of pocket and laden with items that are ideal. You would, perhaps, assume that given the nature of charity shops, buying perfect gifts would not be so easy. I have entered a shop thinking I would like a biography for my mum, of someone she admires, I find a Judi Dench biography. I want some bath bombs for my sister and find some easily. My parents enjoy jigsaws, my dad has an interest in planes and I find a jigsaw of a cockpit. The list goes on. Incredible. So I'm working on a theory that the fates, karma or some other happy force are somehow placing these perfect gifts in my path to support and encourage continued ethical shopping. Perhaps I'm mad (there are those that would wholeheartedly confirm that I am) but I think that there may be something in it.

I suggest that anyone who reads my blog (which may not be anyone other than Mark and Sam but hey ho) goes out and tests my theory. Lets perpetuate this happiness.

xxx

Check out The Tetleys

Oh do check out The Tetleys, they are marvelous.

http://tetleysthe.blogspot.com/

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Glasgow

Good news abound. Mark and I will be visiting Glasgow in December. We will be staying with my lovely friend James and meeting up with some friends of Mark’s. In addition to this plethora of excitement, we will be watching my favourite band, Sucioperro! Sucio will be playing at King Tuts, the venue of venues. I have wanted to see them there for some time now but as a non-Scottish person, this has posed something of a challenge. So I can finally say that my desire to see Sucioperro amongst the home crowd of Scottish fans will soon occur. Further excitement arrives in the form of an acoustic Sucioperro set at Avalanche records. This, for me, is especially lovely because I have been told that Sucio will be playing The Ruins, I repeat, Sucio will be playing be The Ruins! Oooooh. I have quite a list of favourites amongst the Sucio arsenal but The Ruins is up there. Tremendous.


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Playlist

I haven't had much time recently for blogging but I have listened to a few tunes over the last few days. In no particular order, these are:

Fleetwood mac - Everywhere
Fleetwood mac - Dreams
Sucioperro - Grace and out of me
Alison Moyet - The first ever I saw your face
Peggy Seeger - The first ever I saw your face
Joan Baez - Diamonds and rust
The Lightning Seeds - My best day
The Lightning Seeds - Lucky you
Sinead Lohan - No mermaid
Sugarbabes - Push the button
Sugarbabes - Too lost in you
All saints - Black coffee
All saints - Pure shores
Beethoven - Fur elise
Ennio morricone - Chi mai
Stereophonics - Handbags and gladrags
Allegri - Miserere
Pete Doherty - Broken love song
Ian Brown - Stellify
Jarvis Cocker - Further complications

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Free Biffy ticket!!!!

Free Biffy ticket!

I'm ill and have therefore got a Biffy Clyro ticket available for someone that is able to pick it up in Bolton. It's for tonight at Nottingham Rock City.

And yes I am gutted that I'm not able to go.

Sad face.

email me at:-
hazel@metronet.co.uk

Dreams can come true

Last night I dreamt I was sorting through clothes, putting them into piles and hanging them up. My dream-life used to be exciting – I used to dream about other-worldly places, being on a stage, watching bands play, golden beaches, forests and other interesting things. Now I dream of washing, cleaning and tidying. How did it come to this? Perhaps dreaming of domesticity means something wonderful in relation to your waking life – according to the online dream dictionary, to dream of housework denotes: “that you are making changes in your lifestyle and the way you are living. You are doing away with your old ways and habits and starting anew. Alternatively, the dream may just be a reflection of the monotony of your daily life. Do something adventurous”.

The interpretation started off so well then slipped into utter crappiness with the second possibility! *The dream dictionary thinks* my life is monotonous (see below)! Looks like I better organise that Everest attempt asap. If you know me, you’ll know that was jest not intention. I have spent quite a large amount of time recently drowning in a sea of domestic activity. When you spend about 70% of the week in a house that hasn’t had a washing machine for months, the washing piles up to dramatic and terrifying proportions. This coupled with the fact that my lovely boyfriend appears to own more clothes than Imelda Marcos has shoes, has lead to something of a clotheswashathon, headed up by yours truly. Mark has done some washing too but sadly his forays into the washing pile have mainly been limited to adding more clothes to the pile rather than reducing said pile through washing machine usage. Although, in his defence, and like many men, he does wear dirty clothes in order to help with the washing, at least I think that’s the reason he wears dirty clothes. Hmmm. He has been doing more around the house though and is trying to invest time and effort into promoting his web design business so I can’t complain.

I find that I wish for a fine day – a bright, sunny but windy day – the kind of day that is custom-made for drying clothes on a line. Oh when did it come to this? When did I arrive at a time when I wish for fine weather so that I can dry clothes? I used to hear women talk about the weather, how they wanted the rain to stop so that they could get mountains of washing dry. I used to feel unattached from such thoughts, choosing instead to daydream about interesting things. I couldn’t have cared less about what type of weather we were experiencing. I pitied these women, I’m ashamed to say. Now I’m one of them. Sadly most of the men that I know still manage to avoid domestic routines, particularly those men with female partners, even when their partners work, have children and generally are bloody superwomen – outrageous but none-the-less fact. Back to the washing - you can dry indoors, you can use a dryer (horrible, energy-consuming machines but they do work), radiators can be covered with clothes or as in our case, every available surface that is vaguely suitable for clothes drying can be covered, constantly in clothes. If I could dry outside – the clothes would dry quickly, smell fresher and the house wouldn’t look like launderette. If it were possible to wish on a star, other than wishing to end poverty, war and generally make the world wonderful all over, for myself I would wish for clothes drying weather. Sad but true.

Think I’m going to head over to http://www.god.com/ and put in my weather order in (see God blog for more on this).

*PS. I should point that the dream dictionary does not, in fact, think. Whoever wrote the dream dictionary in question is responsible for the thinking. The dream dictionary is not in itself capable of thinking unless we have strayed into the realms of AI, in which case, the dream dictionary was probably taking the piss.*

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Buy ethical

Buy ethical, use charity shops. I just popped over to the local hospice shop and bought two hardback children’s books at a £1 each, 4 beautifully packaged flower candles at 80p for the 4 and a CD at just 30p! So that’s £3.10 spent, more Christmas presents for my nephew and my mum sorted. Wonderful stuff. I still have much Xmas shopping to get through but intend to do practically all of it through charity shops. It takes time and effort but it’s worth it. Why support capitalist giants when you can use shops that help people. Often items are new or in excellent condition. It’s just a mindset that stops some people from utilising charity shops. Get involved, it’s truly worthwhile.

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Love lots,

xxx

Santa's foot

Many years ago, when I should have been wrapped up in the warmth of my duvet, I saw Santa's foot! On Christmas eve, my sister and I reluctantly went to bed, desperate for Christmas day to arrive. I lay in bed and waited for sleep to take hold but it failed to arrive. Sometime later, I heard a noise downstairs. Adulthood would have translated this sound into something sinister but childhood excitement and curiosity convinced me that I could hear Santa delivering our presents! I knew I shouldn't but I broke the long-established rule of staying in bed the night before Christmas (because seeing Santa was not allowed). I nervously climbed out of bed, crept to the top of the stairs and peered down. Just as I did so, I saw a big black booted foot! Before the foot owner appeared, I ran back to my bed and leapt into it, I pulled the duvet over my head and pretended to be asleep. I didn't want Santa to know that I'd seen his foot, just in case this meant that my presents were returned to Lapland. When Christmas day arrived, Hayley and I ran downstairs, then settled ourselves in front of our pile of presents. I don't know what presents I got that year but I do remember smiling at the memory of Santa's foot. Thank goodness that Santa didn't realise that I'd seen his foot.

This wonderful memory (which I now realise must have been a dream or one of my parents taking their role as Santa rather too seriously) really added to the magic of Christmas. So much so, that when school friends told me Santa wasn't real, I refused to believe them because I'd seen Santa's foot. I still retain some of that childlike sense of wonder about the world. You'll be relieved to know that I no longer believe in Father Christmas but I do believe in the magic of Christmas. Despite tragic things affecting me and people that I love, I believe the world is a magical place. It's just a question of noticing it.

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