Seagulls make me homesick

Woke up in London this week to the sound of confused seagulls outside of our house, flying in the sky, miles from the sea. It's a sound I grew up with, one I took for granted and one that was part of daily life before I made the move south. It didn't half make me homesick.

Fraction of the whole

Have just finished reading the debut novel by Steve Toltz called A Fraction of the Whole.

Its quirky style and quick-paced narrative means I give it the Flaming Nora book-rank of 9 out of 10. Why not 10? It was a bit long and the ending could have done with better editing. Hey, but what do I know? It was a really great book.

Coronation Street Weekly Update, July 20 2009

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This week the update comes with a family of Nutty Flakes.

Tour de France - cycle of sexism

Each summer I end up watching the Tour de France on telly because my bloke's a big fan and it's on. The scenery's always stunning, the spectators sometimes stupid and the cyclists full of energy.

But each time I watch it I can't help but think the Tour is stuck in a 1970s cycle of sexism. Get rid of the dolly birds, Tour de France, they're unncessary anywhere. The Tour de France glamour girls with no other purpose than to be wheeled in to pout for photos, continue to make the sport look dated and dull.

Madstock - the morning after

To Victoria Park in East London this week week for an afternoon of dancing, drinking and soaking up the tunes. I honestly can't think of a better way to spend time and wish I could do this every week. Beer, banter and music in the outdoors, what more does a girl need?

Anyway, it was Madstock 2009 and a great time was had by all despite forking out £4.10 for a cheese and onion pasty and a "Golden Circle" area so large in front of the stage it stretched all the way back to the sound-desk. This meant that those of us not prepared to pay extra to get Golden Circle tickets were shunted to the sidelines. It was like being invited to a party and told to dance in the hallway, not the living room.

But I digress, the gig was fab. Madness were wonderful, many of the audience were in full fancy-dress and with kids under 12 getting in free, there was a wonderful family atmosphere too. We danced and sang along to The Pogues, The Blockheads, Jerry Dammners' Spatial AKA orchestra and Hayseed Dixie. Brilliant fun.

Coronation Street Weekly Update, July 13 2009

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This week the update comes with the pina colada song.

Ostend in July

Just back from mid-summer jollies with a return trip on the train under the sea to the land of chocolate and beer, this time to Ostend in Belgium. The beach was wide, the sea was cold, the beer was wonderful and the Belgians, as always, wonderfully quirky. To see some selected snaps from our short holiday in Ostend and De Haan, have a look here at Flickr.

Four years on

On my way to work this morning, I walked through Russell Square Park just like I’ve done for almost every working day of the seven years I’ve lived in London. But this morning I took a different route through the park to stand by the oak tree planted as a memorial to those who lost their lives in the London bombings, four years ago to the day. I was one of thousands, I'm sure, who, if we’d left the house minutes earlier / later / hadn't stopped to buy a paper, could have been on the train which exploded between Kings Cross and Russell Square tube stations.

The oak tree flourishes and grows and at 8.30am this morning there were already flowers laid at its base in memory. I stood in silence and thought about those who died, their families, and thought some silent thoughts before picking up my bag and walking on with a lump in my throat.

My abiding memory of that time four years ago comes from the day when the Piccadilly line reopened after weeks of being closed, and only a handful of commuters went to work by tube on that first day. I got off at Russell Square station which was newly painted, scrubbed sterile, and took the lift to the ticket hall.

With me were only half a dozen or so commuters, two were in tears, another was being comforted by a Transport for London worker and it was obvious from their tearful conversation that the passenger was the parent of a young person who had died in the blast. We all rode the six storeys together in the lift, some of us holding back sobs, some openly weeping.

The lift doors opened, we turned the corner to head through the ticket hall and were met by a barrage of television cameras and a large, booming member of the Metropolitan police urging us: “Come on, ladies and gentlemen, big smiles for the cameras! Big smiles, you’re on TV! Come on, ladies and gents, let’s see those smiles!”

None of us smiled.

Coronation Street Weekly Update, July 6 2009

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This week the update comes with Sally Webster's favourite finger food.

The day I lost my temper with a stranger on the tube

First things first – I never lose my cool. Faced with most kinds of problems I can usually see both sides, weigh things up, shrug my shoulders and when in doubt, walk away. I've been practising yoga for seven years, so heck, you know, that makes me kind of zen. That’s not to say I’m a pushover and when I have a point to make, it gets made, in the nicest possible way. So that’s me, usually laidback and generally calm.

Now forget all you’ve just read because on Saturday night I lost my temper with a stranger on the tube. Not only did I blow my top with the homophobe who was giving a young gay couple a hard time in a packed tube carriage, I stood up to him, with full eye contact blaring and left him, I hope, in no uncertain terms about how very out of order he was.

This all happened on the way home after a wonderful day in central London at Pride 2009. From pride to shame in thirty minutes flat.