tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88108388907889344352023-11-16T07:52:46.322+00:00Voices from the BelowVoices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-80620738977929973962012-11-20T22:31:00.000+00:002012-11-21T10:26:32.823+00:00Chicken Shops<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><o:p> </o:p>The below is my attempt to put pen to paper some questions that have been going through my mind a lot lately. They’ve been going through my mind because I’ve been talking about them with people – in real life and on social networking sites and I’m yet to get any answers, so they are just that: questions. Some of the questions I am asking are based on assumptions. I flatter myself that they’re fairly reasonable assumptions, widely held or based on some evidence at the very least but I am quite happy to have these assumptions questioned too.</i><br />
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<i>I start with this disclaimer and I will do my damndest to point out the assumptions I have made for two reasons. Firstly, I am not a journalist* – I have not researched what I am about to say, other than asking people who I thought might be able to provide some answers what they thought – these are my thoughts, my questions, my assumptions and, as a result, form a loose hypothesis at best. They are not in any way fact and I wouldn’t want anyone to feel that I was presenting a closed book. Secondly, because this is a hypothesis I would like someone to question my reasoning – I am keenly aware that the thoughts below are heavily weighted by my own liberal bias and that I am not a small business owner and I don’t have the full picture. I don’t even have a fraction of the picture. I am writing this because I have not had any conclusive answers to my questions and I want to know more. If you know more, or you think you can find someone who can find out more, I would be delighted to hear from you or them, either in the comments section below or via email.</i></div>
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I write a blog about Levenshulme, a district of South Manchester. If you want to know some of my personal reasons why I do that <a href="http://voicesfromthebelow.blogspot.co.uk/2010/10/synchronicity.html">thenyou can read this</a>, or you can just<a href="http://www.lovelevenshulme.com/"> read the blog itself</a> and draw your own conclusions about why it’s a place I’m passionate about. In brief, Levenshulme, is an area of massive social deprivation with a lot of problems but it is also blessed with an incredibly creative and politicised community of intelligent, well meaning people.<br />
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That community is growing and Levenshulme is starting to gain a reputation as a creative community hub and increasingly people are starting to think about ways that Levenshulme could be improved. The blog I write is essentially non-political and I have made a deliberate decision to steer it in the direction of being as politically neutral as possible (I bend this occasionally when I think something important needs documenting or publicising but I try to avoid it if I possibly can**) and for that reason this post is not on there. This is a blog post about Levenshulme - although I get the impression it could be about many places in the UK but this is the one that I live in and am most concerned about – and some of the hard decisions I think we as a community need to address as that population continues to grow. This is, it is at heart, a political (with a small p) post.</div>
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As of today, the stretch of road a 1.2 miles long which makes up Levenshulme’s high street (A6 between the two “Welcome to Levenshulme” signs) has 31 fast food takeaways (I have not counted anything which calls itself a restaurant but will concede that it’s a pretty fine line in both directions). More are rumoured to be opening in the coming weeks. Assumption number one coming up: that is a high number of takeaways for a single district. I’ve not researched this – I’m sure someone out there would be able to tell me if I’m right on a takeaway per head of population basis or similar – but certainly the perception amongst the people I talk to and see talking on Facebook and similar is that that is high and that is – assumption number two - a problem. <br />
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Here’s another assumption: commercial rents in Levenshulme are higher than average. That’s one I <i>have</i> tried to do a little research into (because I know people who know things and they tell me stuff and tell me where to look – basically the laziest form of research) and, sadly, been unable to reach a conclusion. It’s hard to establish a baseline – hardly any of the units for rent in Levenshulme are advertised publicly and of those there are currently none which are comparable in size and position to those in the areas we might want to measure against. If you can find any then please do let me know. I spoke to a local agent and who said that retail units in Levenshulme rent for a little higher than Longsight or Gorton, a little less than Chorlton and a lot less than the city centre. That seems reasonable, although out of step with what existing traders have said. So assumption number three comes with a coda: Levenshulme commercial rents are probably higher than average but it’s hard to establish that as fact.<br />
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Some other assumptions I think we will have to live with for now are: <br />
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So it’s pretty obvious how all that comes together – lots of takeaways are blighting Levenshulme high street despite the fact that they are surely making hardly any money. That’s the issue that dominates most of the conversations I am privy to about our high street. There are other businesses models that people ask essentially the same question about (mobile phone unlocking services or internet cafes, for instance) and other issues (waste disposal, unkempt shop fronts) and I know people feel plenty of passion about them but this is the one that has struck me and made me want to ask a question.</div>
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At first I asked my friends casually and got the answer that I’d half expected, that I’d pretty much assumed myself – there’s something dodgy going on behind the scenes. What? No one knew. No one had any evidence and no one knew how to ask. </div>
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So I used the Twitter account of my blog to ask the question – I even asked some local business owners and associations if they knew anything. I asked residents through social networking sites and estate agents in person. I even asked a school friend who works in the planning department of another city and who lives in an area with a similar question hanging over the feasibility of its retail space. ***</div>
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No one knew how it was possible but no one had any evidence of anything improper going on. I spoke to people who know the issues, people who I trust, who trust me and in confidence and I got nothing. My school friend told me that it was highly unlikely that any of the possible scenarios I suggested would happen in a high street place when there are plenty of cheaper places for illegal activity to take place far away from prying eyes.<br />
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So this is my conclusion:<b> nothing dodgy is happening in the takeaways on Levenshulme high street.</b></div>
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But, after all of that asking, I was still left with my question. Why, if no one can make any money from them, are all these businesses sprouting up on Levenshulme high street?<br />
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So here’s my theory – it comes from my liberal heart and it’s based on all the assumptions above and it could be wrong but if it’s right I think it raises much more important questions about the community that Levensulme is going to become and, having come to it I feel like it would be wrong to ignore it. Tell me I’m wrong, tell me I am a wishy-washy liberal and I need to get over it, tell me it’s the natural consequence of economic change – I just think that the very least a politically conscious community should be doing is asking the following questions:</div>
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I don’t know if I’ve leaped ahead with my thinking. I don’t know if I’ve made too many assumptions in getting there to make my questions even plausible. I certainly don’t want to preach – for the record I don’t like having a high street full of takeaways – I don’t think it looks good physically and I’d much rather have a cool high street with craft shops, grocers and delis but my hypothesis is that if we push that into happening (and, yes, I know that the question of if we even <i>can</i> do that is a whole other megablogpost) we could potentially be undermining the lives of a significant proportion of our community and creating (or deepening, depending on your perspective) a “them and us” culture that goes against one of the main reasons I love Levenshulme.</div>
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<strong>A little adendum about comments:</strong></div>
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<strong>I have published some comments below but stupidly forgot to turn off anonymous comments before I posted this. This lead to a few comments that I strongly suspect the commenter would not want to be published under their own name and, similarly, I cannot publish them on a blog which is own and clearly associated with me - I don't know the law on these things but I'm not willing to risk publishing potentially libellous comments about the place where I live. I know many local traders and value their co-operation with my stupid questions. So if your comment is not published that is why - please understand I am not trying to silence anyone, just attempting to stop my own voice from being compromised. I will try and respond to the comments I have published in the fullness of time but for now I must get back to my actual job!</strong></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*that’s why there are asterixes (asteri? SEE?!) like this – a real journalist has no need of such things and can properly construct a sentence too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**There is a well-populated <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/295500227146054/533448340017907/?notif_t=group_comment_reply">Facebook group for Levenshulme</a> where matters political as well as trivial are discussed sensitively and intelligently. Sometimes there have been issues which I have been made aware of which need to reach outside the confines of Facebook or need a bit of longer form writing that can be linked into the group.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*** I didn’t – you should note with a wry and judgemental eyebrow – ask any of the owners of the takeaways. For all my questions and the worrying conclusion I meet at the end of this piece I am fully aware that I am as much of the problem as anyone else. Possibly more, you might say, since in writing this I put myself in the position of passively levelling accusations of a growing “them and us” culture when I am already subscribing to it.</span></div>
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Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-75455015962527828932012-11-15T20:30:00.000+00:002012-11-15T20:30:47.000+00:00Turning 32 and My Relationship with Food<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yesterday I turned 32 and made a resolution. This is nothing
new – in fact, as long as I have had a concept of my body as something that can
be either good or bad (mercifully late, actually – my first diet started when I
was about 18), I have been resolving and then working towards goals to change
it. My birthday is usually a tide mark - as is Christmas and “the summer” – used
to both work towards and, on failure, use to be better from. For the last 15
years I have been running an alternate calendar along side the calendar months
which starts at Christmas or New Year with a resolution to be thin by Easter or
Summer, usually fails and begins again with a resolution to be thin by my
birthday or Christmas or New Year.</div>
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And in truth, I am not fat. I never have been. I am 6’1”
which means I can carry a lot of extra weight - quite possibly more than is
good for my heart*- without seeming to most eyes to be anyone’s concept of “fat”.
Naked, I have cellulite and I have folds of fat that I don’t like and a
proportionally large bum but my boyfriend finds all of that very attractive and
is a big fan of the associated benefits in the breast department. And, in all
honesty, I am not disgusted by my own naked body – I can see how it could be
much much better and I know it is not like the bodies you see in magazines but
I am generally on a larger scale that most women anyway and, of all the things
to hate myself about, my body seems an odd choice.</div>
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All of which begs the question, why do I diet? And why doesn’t
it ever satisfy me? The first answer to that is clearly that those diets never
work. I have been “on a diet” in one form or another for 15 years. I have never
reached the goals I set myself and I have never been less than my recommended
BMI, but at the same time I have also never got fat. A few years ago my weight
had crept up several stone and just pushed past the point at which I could use
my height to get away with it – it was visible to those who knew me that I’d
gained weight, but I still think most people would struggle to call me fat. I
lost that weight in a very intense period of gym going (doing at least an hour
up to 7 days a week) and eating one meal a day of steamed fish and courgette
and “treating myself” to up to 5 small chocolate bars in bed late at night. It
was unhealthy, and I knew it at the time but I stopped at about the point where
I had got back to a weight where I felt comfortable (but not ideal, so I was
still “on a diet” to get the rest off) and tried not to think about the damage
I had done to my metabolism. I weighed myself every day while I was doing this
routine, kept meticulous records of every fluctuation and obsessively ran an
internal debate on how much I was likely to weigh the next day and, until a
month or so ago, I kept this habit.</div>
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Boringly predictably the weight has started to creep back on
and I am now not far off where I started. The pattern exactly mirrors my first
ever “purge” diet, just after I graduated from University, although prior to
that, from the age of 18 I had always been on some sort of vague, low-level “diet”
that took this pattern on a smaller scale (starve, break, binge) which
ultimately mean me eating either less or more than 3 meals a day and, in the
long term, I gained weight.</div>
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The upshot of all this, what I have come to realise over the
last few months, is that my weight and my body are not the problem. My
relationship with food and dieting is the problem.</div>
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I love food, I am a good cook, who was raised by a good cook
and my favourite foods are recipes that takes the very best ingredients and
prepares and combines them in the simplest way possible so that they can sing.
But for nearly half my life I have either denied myself the pleasure of
enjoying it or gorged on it with a self-disgust so bitter it’s been less than
worth eating at all. I have used food to satisfy or punish myself and it’s no
surprise that’s made it hard to enjoy. I don’t want to carry on like this – it’s
exhausting and it’s depressing using
what is supposed to be one of life’s greatest pleasures as a stick to beat
myself with, especially when doing that doesn’t actually achieve anything to
make changes I’m not really sure I even want. I’m also aware that within the
next few years my boyfriend and I are thinking about having children and, just
as I want to be a role model for them as a working woman who sees her career as
a priority, I think it’s important that they understand that food is something
to enjoy and that doing properly that shouldn’t mean compromising your health.</div>
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I’m not going to go into the arguments about magazines and
celebrity body culture, because this is not that kind of post and I don’t know
enough about the debate to add anything to it. I’m sure it has a role to play
but I am also keenly aware that that doesn’t absolve me of my personal
responsibility and yesterday I resolved to take ownership of my relationship
with food and make it better.</div>
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So that means eating three meals a day – healthy meals of a
portion that seems in keeping with my level of hunger. It means noticing when I
am hungry and when I’m not and what will satisfy my hunger and what will not.
It means tasting my food and indulging only in the satisfaction of food, not
the sensation of fullness. It means exercising to make my body strong and to
notice the changes it makes to my sense of wellbeing and strength. It means not
weighing myself more than once a month and using that measurement to adjust my routine
only as a guide to how well my routine is nourishing me.</div>
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Perhaps I will lose weight, perhaps I will gain weight but I
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Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-326632232405532022010-10-10T20:48:00.002+01:002010-10-10T20:48:56.876+01:00MovingBTW, this blog now mostly lives at www.voicefromthebelow.com. Read it there, it will make life simpler for me! :)Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-66779377062368358382010-10-10T20:44:00.000+01:002010-10-10T20:45:15.193+01:00Synchronicity<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7010870311744782">On the 20th October last year I fell apart. There’s no need for detail here but I was devastated by something of my own making and quickly I unfurled, lowest ebb after lowest ebb, rock bottom constantly redefining.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">On the 20th October this year I will be at the Manchester Blog Awards, short listed for</span><a href="http://www.lovelevenshulme.com/"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">the blog I write about the place where I live</span></a><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It’s too easy to say there’s synchronicity to this. After all I didn’t plan for the dates to be the same, nor did I plan to fall apart (although, trust me, it was a long time owing), but there is something there…something I need to acknowledge about what the last year has given me.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Like I say the mental fallout was long overdue. Again, no need for details but I was profoundly unhappy and mentally self-medicating in ways that were destroying things that I held very dear. Coming apart at the seams was ugly, brutal and exhausting but it also presented me with an opportunity, albeit one that I’ve only started to see with the last few months’ hindsight. In living my life the wrong way for so long, being taken to the point of no return and spat out unceremoniously on the kerb-side it was clear that something had to change. Therapy did that. Or at least it helped. A lot. I could go on for ages about how therapy is right for some people and not for others and I know enough practicing psychologists to realise how entirely un-fallible they really are but for me it works. It undid the unbelievable mess of knots in my mind and allowed me to finally start dealing with what lay underneath.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But I digress. Opportunities. Potential.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Trust me, I didn’t always see it this way. The things I lost were mourned at great and undignified length but somehow, eventually, they became…of the past. I miss them, but only in so much in as I miss the ignorance of how damaging they were to me. I sometimes miss a person but I no longer believe I need that person. At the heart of it all, over time, came the realisation that I needed to start living this life, not just hoping for it to happen if only “someone” would "make" me "happy". Reading that back, I am astounded by how closely the literal interpretation of that matches what happened next. Clearly I needed to start loving where I lived figuratively – my own mental health issues, the things I had lost, the things I had left – and then one day an opportunity presented itself for me to do that in actuality.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">LoveLevenshulme is a community grassroots project started a few years ago by Matt Clements, a resident who wanted to encourage the people of Levenshulme to see the beauty around them. Matt and his family were up and leaving Levy for the West Midlands and he put a shout out for someone to take over. Without much of a backwards glance I signed up. I don’t know why. All of the above would indicate a deeply perceptive sense of kismet but, frankly, I’m not that clever, nor was I “ready” at the time. I just did it.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">And here I am. Three months later LoveLevenshulme has opened up so many doors for me. My fellow LoveLev-er Tim Simmonds and I went on the radio last week to talk about the project and I was asked what my favourite thing about Levenshulme was. I shamefacedly gave the predictable “the people” response, but it’s true – working on the blog has brought me into contact with so many good, good people who are using their creativity and enthusiasm to brighten their corner of the world. I’ve discovered a community spirit I didn’t know existed in an urban, economically disparate landscape and, quite simply, in telling people why they should love the place where they live, I’ve learned to love it myself.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Now I’m not saying that means we deserve to win any awards. After all, it’s a pretty selfish reason to be emotionally tied to blog which is supposed to be about community and I really don’t think the whole “this blog saved my life” angle is a dignified one for the author to be working. That’s why this goes here and not on LoveLevenshulme. The blog in itself is good I think, I’m proud of it and I enjoy working with Tim on it. I think we serve our central aim well and, although I don’t make any grand claims*, I like to think that it is contributing in a small way to some of the changes that are happening around Levenshulme. If those are compelling enough reasons for us to win then so be it, if not then it will continue to serve its purpose for the people of Levenshulme and that’s plenty to be pleased about.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">So why am I writing this? Because I’m proud, I guess. Because there I people I hope will read it as a thank you. Because I think there’s a strange kind of beauty in what’s happened and for the first time in my life I can see it. Because I am happy.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">*When I first moved to Levenshulme around 8 years ago I was told it was “the new Chorlton”. I have been told this many times since (mostly by estate agents). It is not true, in case you were wondering. We’re cooler.</span>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-25752491646468475142010-09-17T22:35:00.003+01:002010-09-17T22:52:11.096+01:00I...Don't Like Cupcakes. There. I said it.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A disclaimer, first of all. People I know and like very much have made cupcakes which I have eaten and enjoyed. They are fun food; sweet and silly snacks - the effort that goes into making them for friends is a gesture, for me at least, more touching than the food produced. The objections I outline below are more about the elevation of the cupcake to (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">faux</span>) cuisine and its incumbent - to my mind, false - symbolism of a food-loving culture. To those of you who make cupcakes for fun times, please don't be hurt, this isn't about you. You all exude <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nigella</span> Lawson-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">esque</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sexpottyness</span> without having to try one iota.<br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.31789070851227896">Well of course I don’t </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">hate</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> cupcakes. They are, after all, cake. The delicate combination of a wodge of carbohydrate and a dollop of fat melts on my tongue the same way as it does for any human being. It tastes nice. It tastes </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">good,</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> even, but - and here’s the key - it rarely tastes interesting.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I like food. I don’t count myself as a trailblazer in any way (my offal curiosity blanches somewhat at anything that handles bodily waste), or even a particularly engaged <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">foody</span> but I do prefer the food I put in my mouth to taste of food. Fresh vegetables, juicy fruit, rich meat, creamy dairy; they’re all flavours that can be combined to the limits of your creativity to engender sensations that teeter at the edge of your imagination but still surprise and delight in actuality. And what is the cupcake? Well it’s sponge. Plain sponge. It is sweet and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">carby</span> and fatty but it’s not exciting. And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">buttercream</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Buttercream</span> is sugar and fat. Our cave-man brains like sugar and fat and so our taste buds like them too, but is there any complexity or depth of flavour in refined sugar? Does a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">glug</span> of vegetable oil burst on your tongue like a just-picked raspberry? No.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Don’t get me wrong, I know that many cup-cake bakers go to great lengths to source good quality ingredients and make interesting additions to their cupcakes but the formula is there and so rarely diverted from that cupcakes essentially come in three forms: </span><ul><li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Cupcake</span></li><li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Cupcake with added (usually artificial and lacklustre) flavourings </span></li><li style="list-style-type: disc; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Cupcake with </span><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4096/4897847484_fe87c68e94_d.jpg"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pathalogically</span> pretty decorations</span></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></li></ul><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">If you’re lucky you might get all three but underneath the window dressing (the equivalent of making your dog wear a tutu and tiara) you’ll still be left with the same basic sponge and butter cream that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">couldn</span>’t hold a candle to a strawberry and dark chocolate torte or a pistachio and apricot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">roulade</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Then there is the culture of the cupcake. The wave of sprinkles and red velvet (an elaborately evocative name for what is essentially sponge with red food colouring) that has swept through the UK has left a wake of press releases citing “Emily’s love of baking” and “Susie’s passion for all things sweet”. Have you been to a launch or opening recently? The canapes have let themselves go and bloated to tooth-achingly sweet concoctions of infinite colour and self-proclaimed grandeur but only one flavour. Sweet.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I’m blogging about this mainly because I’m shocked to find myself one of only a very few dissenting voices, and the only woman I know of. It seems that cupcakes are universally liked, and the love of cupcakes has become as much a by-word for “I’m a girl, me” as the near-compulsory shoes’n’bags obsession. Somehow “i love cupcakes” appears to have become shorthand for “i love food, no really i do” as if by loving something so safe, so anodyne as an unexceptional bit of flavourless cake imbues you with the same sexual gluttony as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Nigella</span> Lawson <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">fellating</span> a cream-covered whisk. It <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">doesn</span>’t. As a woman, saying you love food and using cupcakes as proof is like saying you love film and citing the </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Sex and The City</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> movies as your touchstone influence. Maybe that’s true, maybe it is, but if that’s you, really, I beg of you, watch </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Magnolia </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">and revel in a full-blooded taste sensation. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It’s about that cupcake shop in New York. Honest.</span>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-64282024669974333992010-01-16T13:15:00.001+00:002010-01-16T13:16:43.396+00:00Today's theme is becoming rapidly apparent<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMGIbOGu8q0&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMGIbOGu8q0&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-55684698679742608822010-01-16T13:11:00.000+00:002010-01-16T13:12:41.464+00:00Anecdotal Evidence is not provable<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.b3tards.com/u/f52b8194b89ba7c084fa/homeo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 2566px;" src="http://www.b3tards.com/u/f52b8194b89ba7c084fa/homeo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-41174875308711559212010-01-13T22:44:00.001+00:002010-01-13T22:45:58.361+00:00Down with this sort of Brains<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvj_jkDhmkX3dSdNtEKqB675u9cwmE43bjfB7GkzjOY2lDtuzmT_-XY4SnqnlGFdtkKP0LYX0yfpGcgcRKMpCrSOXjZBI1b7RFWlI5njD1Aux75xeT_u5MLWFX6evaTXZA8VD9GqJM6c/s1600-h/tumblr_kw5pmzwKbE1qz9bwro1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvj_jkDhmkX3dSdNtEKqB675u9cwmE43bjfB7GkzjOY2lDtuzmT_-XY4SnqnlGFdtkKP0LYX0yfpGcgcRKMpCrSOXjZBI1b7RFWlI5njD1Aux75xeT_u5MLWFX6evaTXZA8VD9GqJM6c/s320/tumblr_kw5pmzwKbE1qz9bwro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426359293023608866" /></a>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-91311828156240904132010-01-05T10:33:00.001+00:002010-01-05T10:33:31.281+00:00Eating AnimalsJonathan Safran Foer?s Eating Animals (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eating_animals) is being published in the UK in March. Pretty timely for me; the arguments for turning vegetarian are stacking up at the moment and I suspect by March I won?t need much pushing. <br /><br />I?ve never been a vegetarian, which I think surprises some people. I?m a girl, I love animals, I?m fairly left-leaning and I had a troubled adolescence ? classic ingredients really. I have played with the idea on several occasions but always fallen short of making that step. I?d like to say that I had really justified my omnivourousness to myself but in recent years I?ve realised that my half-hearted arguments about the incompleteness of the vegetarian diet were just that. Laziness and a lack of willingness to submit to inconvenience have taken me so far, not because the arguments for vegetarianism have been (for me) compelling, but because I was unwilling to research them properly.<br /><br /> <br />A friend once pointedly told me that for every gram of cocaine sold in the UK someone in the developing nations involved in it?s production died. I doubt the exactitude of this fact but the fact remains ? non-medicinal drugs are totally unnecceasry luxury of those who can afford to subsidise the killing of other human beings for their pleasure. Meat is a totally unnecceasry luxury for those who can afford it. I suspect that when the cost is laid out for me my conclusions will be inevitable? <br /><br />More to follow, I guess?Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-50655662332194995282010-01-05T10:30:00.001+00:002010-01-05T10:30:44.020+00:00BackHello anyone who still bothers following this. No apologies and no surprises. Last year was a hard year and I didn?t have the emotional energy to give to being imaginative here as well. Anyway, life is brighter this side of the decade divide so I will be blogging a bit more often. Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-28964341729308722382009-10-25T05:15:00.001+00:002009-10-25T05:15:05.808+00:00Nice MiceIt is nice waking to hear my two cats playing under the bed. Not so nice when I realise they are playing with a half dead mouse which I will inevitably have to retreive and put out of it's misery. I thought I'd managed to get around the whole complicit cruelty to small animals implication of cat ownership when i discovered that K&P love non-applicator tampons. And I mean LOVE - could spend hours chasing one around the house. Unfortunately, it seems they've wised up to my little scheme - a bird and three little baby mice so far this week :(Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-5196753501453023772009-05-21T14:27:00.001+01:002009-05-21T14:27:18.690+01:00Why Haven't I Been BloggingWhy, Twitter of course! Here's what I've been blathering about:<br />http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/871314/1Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-87015744570103838032009-02-14T12:18:00.002+00:002009-02-14T12:21:15.091+00:00To the Geography King<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.meish.org/vd/card/images/unimaginative.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.meish.org/vd/card/images/unimaginative.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm waiting. XO.Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-36310065243248472962009-02-12T17:02:00.003+00:002009-02-13T00:00:59.555+00:00R-A-G-EI just, and only just, persuaded myself not to flame someone who really, really deserved it.<br /><br />On another note - Peter just brought me in a baby bird which, unfortunately, was not entirely dead by the time he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">brought</span> it to my attention (by jumping into my lap and yowling with pride) so I had to prise it from his jaws (no mean feat, I tell you) and then wring its neck. He's now clearly very angry with me and with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Katie</span> for some reason. She keeps trying to play with him and he just huffs and walks away with a little "i have put away such childish things" shrug of his shoulders. Poor Katie she looks very desolate and, alas, she's such a little bird brain it will probably always be like this now - she wouldn't recognise a mouse if it bit her on the nose.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/funny-pictures-cat-waited-in-bird-bath-but-the-birds-did-not-come.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 302px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/funny-pictures-cat-waited-in-bird-bath-but-the-birds-did-not-come.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-36908013519982649542009-02-07T13:50:00.002+00:002009-02-07T14:11:35.350+00:00My Real Dad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wondermark.com/c/2009-02-06-487time.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 928px;" src="http://wondermark.com/c/2009-02-06-487time.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Shamelessly stolen from <a href="http://blog.movementarian.org/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bandmoreagain</span></a>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-40265573686862853832009-02-03T21:57:00.002+00:002009-02-03T22:10:57.149+00:00Cheap and beautifulI'm usually immune to such things but for the last two years I've been buying this very good, but very expensive product:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesanctuary.co.uk/images/products/2619_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.thesanctuary.co.uk/images/products/2619_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's great, it makes my skin feel amazing, banishes the dreaded "body spots", the smell relaxes me and it leaves my skin smelling sexy for days. But it costs over a tenner for a pot that lasts a few months.<br /><br />So, in the interests of my own personal credit crunch (what do you mean I can't borrow any more money? When did this happen?) I've been experimenting with replicating it. Well, I say experimenting. I mean experiment. It took me exactly 5 minutes to replicate the product exactly. And the ingredients cost about £2.50. I'm feeling so unbelievably smug I'll replicate the recipe here:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ingredients </span><br />Sunflower oil<br />Table salt<br />Scent (I hesitate to use the phrase homo therapy) oils to preference<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Method </span><br />Mix half a cup of the oil with a cup of the salt<br />Stir to form a thick paste, about toothpaste consistency<br />Add the oils - I used a few drops each of lavender and sandalwood but you could use eucalyptus or citrus if you wanted something more energising or tea tree if you have skin problems<br /><br />That's it! Like I say I'm feeling very smug. Not least because it means I've broken the hold of yet another unnecessary, overpriced item of consumption. And I smell lovely!Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-42126585103630877082009-02-03T17:08:00.002+00:002009-02-03T17:14:40.388+00:00Meat is Murder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/music/Pix/pictures/2009/2/3/1233667266304/Inner-sleeve-of-Morrissey-001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 276px;" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/music/Pix/pictures/2009/2/3/1233667266304/Inner-sleeve-of-Morrissey-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Dignity? <br /><br />Mine, not his. I've looked at this at least three times now.Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-67490687821098987462009-02-02T16:38:00.003+00:002009-02-02T16:45:34.777+00:00Country Grinds To Halt etc<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Chpower%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place" downloadurl="http://www.5iantlavalamp.com/"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">Actually, everywhere, it seems, apart from <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Manchester</st1:place></st1:city>. We've got about an inch of snow and no one's leaving work. Mostly because we are NAILS.
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<br />Obviously I have reverted, as always in such situations, to a nightmare school child. I've spent the whole afternoon staring out of the window and moaning loudly whenever a <s>teacher</s> director comes near that it's not fair and we should be allowed to go home. This has obviously endeared me greatly to my colleagues.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Obviously the real reason I want to go home is not because the journey will be dangerous or that I am in any way fearful for my ability to get home if I leave later…two words:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Kittens</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Snow</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nuff said.</p> Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-86905109417328469432009-02-01T14:00:00.002+00:002009-02-01T14:09:59.709+00:00Bristol LidoDon't get me wrong, I love lidos and I love <a href="http://www.lidobristol.com/bar.php">Victorian lidos that have been sympathetically restored</a> and obviously I'll go when I'm next down that way but did they really have to make it so expensive? £15.00 for a three-hour swimming session is clearly designed to discourage anyone but the well-off from visiting and undermines the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">municpal</span> intention of the original structure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lidobristol.com/gallery/bar/23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.lidobristol.com/gallery/bar/23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Roll on the completion of <a href="http://www.victoriabaths.org.uk/">Victoria Baths...</a>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-42187779533994263002009-02-01T13:51:00.002+00:002009-02-01T14:00:05.047+00:00Fantasy Holidays I Will Probably Never Go On Part 7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.featherdown.co.uk/Images/TourDef/TentExterieurZonGroot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 545px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.featherdown.co.uk/Images/TourDef/TentExterieurZonGroot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A Weekend Camping at <a href="http://www.featherdown.co.uk/">Featherdown Farm Days at Bala Lake.</a><br /><br />Bala Lake is one of my favourite places in North Wales and North Wales is one of my favourite places in the UK so the prospect of camping in a traditional canvas tent with featherdown beds, Victorian toilet, wood burning stove and no electricity excites me greatly. Add to that the wood smoker for fish or meat, eggs collected from the barn every morning and spending time with animals on a working farm and I'd be in hog heaven.Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-12823871058048370952009-02-01T11:36:00.000+00:002009-02-01T11:37:32.699+00:00Radiohead's Creep by MS Songsmith<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM1GUk1SBmY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JM1GUk1SBmY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-36880668724763386352009-01-28T10:53:00.002+00:002009-01-28T11:21:13.596+00:00Quite against all expectations I have a date. Of sorts. I won't bore you with the details but some poor fool is determined to spend a day with me whereby I must dazzle him with my wit and originality, not to mention my imagination and charm. I haven't done this since I was a teenager and, as we all know, things were so much simpler then. Cinema, pizza hit - job's a good 'un. Now things seem far more complicated. Do I have to be my perfect self for 24 hours? I don't know who I am from one minute to the next at the best of times - now I have to create an itinerary that encapsulates my essence in a single day? And is that even a good idea?<br /><br />Anyway, probably because of my job and possibly because of my borderline mental health issues I can not resist the need to over plan this. Obviously spontaneity is far sexier than anything I can muster on a spreadsheet but I'm pretty sure the soon-to-be-disappointed boy in question doesn't read this so I can fake that, right? Right?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/fail-owned-eharmony-online-dating-fail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 208px;" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/fail-owned-eharmony-online-dating-fail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-81461817783168911952009-01-21T21:03:00.000+00:002009-01-21T21:04:15.605+00:00Left Hand Love<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfj2ptZpQ9o&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfj2ptZpQ9o&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-11836205028962573992009-01-21T19:47:00.003+00:002009-01-21T19:50:53.561+00:00Want! Want!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nKiS8HjcLjbEknev1tlYWXs0x5VtMEWWBZilcE-rFhZMlP-3F4HB79Hlmb8ygIqwS_Q1N9zCJ7i9pXXbbFZPeDkq4PO_jf2Taf6QL4gGsqB0zcfs56X-sybVlfUKmZrt_bVI-fNeD-k/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nKiS8HjcLjbEknev1tlYWXs0x5VtMEWWBZilcE-rFhZMlP-3F4HB79Hlmb8ygIqwS_Q1N9zCJ7i9pXXbbFZPeDkq4PO_jf2Taf6QL4gGsqB0zcfs56X-sybVlfUKmZrt_bVI-fNeD-k/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293836849566561570" /></a><br />Super Mario Land Etched Eee.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Is there actually anything cooler?Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8810838890788934435.post-62178895680387225402009-01-20T13:22:00.002+00:002009-01-20T13:26:23.828+00:00What on EARTH are you doing?! Go and fix Vista!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oGFogwcx-E&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oGFogwcx-E&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Baring in mind I've been thinking about switching my allegiance to Mac for a while now I think this counts as not only the final nail in the coffin, but also the 6ft of earth being shoveled onto the top.Voices From The Belowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17449727321440775835noreply@blogger.com0