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My lovely Mum and Dad got me and C a sushi class for Christmas, which we went to London to do yesterday. After a morning in Borough Market, brunch with the wonderful Vicky, and a relaxing couple of hours in Leon Bankside (per 6am alarm required a long coffee refuel!) we heeded over to St Paul’s to Yo! Sushi for our class. I think I may now be a little sushi obsessed, and I’m planning a trip to the oriental supermarket in MK quite soon!

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Everything was ready waiting for us when we arrived; plates full of mayo, shichimi powder, sesame seeds, inari, tamago, pickle, crabsticks and avocado. We had booklets with instructions, rolling mats, gloves and a massive bowl of deliciously sticky rice. Perfect!

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After a quick history of sushi, the Yo! Sushi chain, and an explanation of how to cook the perfect sushi rice, we got to rolling. We started off with a simple cucumber maki to learn the basic rolling technique. After that we moved on to a mini iso roll, then a California iso roll, and futomaki.

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I’ll admit it, I kept eating the ingredients while we were making and learning. The rice was delicious just on its own (or rolled in to a ball and dipped in the vinegary mayo!). Thankfully we also got to eat some of what we made! Above is a hand roll, nigiri and gunkan, all of which I scoffed as soon as I’d made them. So tasty! Even tastier than usual I think, because I got to tailor it to my taste. I don’t like avocado, so used extra inari and tamago, or cucumber instead. I’m not a fan of a lot of wasabi so I used just the tiniest amount, perfect for my tastes.

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Although we were sitting in quite an awkward position so it was hard to see what the teacher was doing, or hear what she was saying, we managed to get the hang of it. We walked away with four it boxes of the rolls we’d made (the photo above it just mine, C has the same amount again) and a renewed love of all things sushi, which is good because that’s what we’ve got for lunch and dinner today!

Highly recommend the Yo! Sushi sushi school, incredibly value for money for 3 hours of learning and a lot of eating.

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See that there? That’s me, that is.

Quite a while ago now I was contacted by someone from the IKEA Family Live Magazine. They had seen a couple of my photos of my living room on Flickr (that are inexplicably my most popular photos, with over 5000 views across two images) and wondered if I would like to be featured in their magazine. I’m a bit of a show off and I’m rather proud of my little house, so of course I jumped at the chance.

I cleaned and tidied and took a bunch of photos, and didn’t hear anything for a while. Turned out that first batch of photos weren’t quite good enough, so I took a few more. It worked out quite well because a lot of my furniture had changed since the first ones I took. These photos, I was quite pleased with. And thankfully they were good enough for the magazine!

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I’ll be honest, I’d completely forgotten I did this. The second batch of photos were taken towards the middle of last year and I hadn’t heard anything for a while, so I assumed nothing had come of it. It was a lovely surprise this afternoon when the email landed in my inbox with a link to the magazine that included me!

These photos are a little out of date now though, and looking back the house seems so ridiculously empty and tidy! The main reason for that is that after two and half years of 200 mile round trips every weekend, and far too much money spent on phone bills, C has moved Up North and is now living with me.

So when you look at these pictures just think, since they were taken the amount of furniture and accessories has almost doubled. We did a lot of clearing out, but we’ve managed to squeeze the contents of his 2 bedroom flat in to my our little one bedroom house.

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We’re still working on the house. C has definitely made his mark already, mainly with music (a vast vinyl collection, and now some very nice speakers), and we’ve also invested in some new furniture to replace two things we both had before (a new king size bed bought in the sales!). I have a week off work next week with the aim of having a clear out of monumental proportions. There are still two boxes that need unpacking, and a lot of artwork that needs hanging on the walls. I am going to clean and tidy this house to within an inch of it’s life, and once it’s done there will be new photos of this little house that’s now home to two of us.

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I hope you enjoy the nose around my house. I certainly love looking at other people’s homes (my lunch breaks at work are usually spent on Rightmove!), so I hope this satisfies those of you that are nosy like me!

Something very exciting happened in August this year. Something very very exciting, and if you know me or anyone in my family I’m sure you’ve heard all about it and seen all the photos. My tiny, gorgeous Nephew was born!

Of course, a new baby means lots of knitting. I am not a great fan of knitting clothes for tiny babies for a few reasons. You never know how big they’ll be, they grow faster than you can possibly keep up with (and with my track record with knitting, that’s not helpful!), and they poo/wee/spit up milk a lot (not the ideal combination with a hand knit garment). So I did something that would last longer than the two days a jumper would fit, and made him an elephant and a polar bear. I mean, why wouldn’t you knit a tiny baby an elephant and a polar bear?

The patterns are Elijah and Otto by Ysolda. They took slightly less than one ball of Rowan Calmer (a lovely soft cotton/acrylic blend – easily washed!) each, and are so adorable I wanted to keep them for myself. The patterns were at times confusing (including a cast on I just couldn’t get my head around, so used the magic cast on for toe up socks instead, which did the trick), and somewhat irritatingly written for DPNs, which took some working out at times as I was using magic loop. Apart from those little niggles, it went smoothly and was interesting enough to stop me getting bored with the pattern, quick enough to keep me going, and easy enough to knit at the pub on a Thursday night. What more could you ask for from a knitting pattern?

Hopefully my tiny, gorgeous nephew will still have these when he’s quite a bit older, and will have more interest in them than a jumper!

(Have I mentioned he is tiny and gorgeous?)

I have a developed a bit of an obsession with pumpkin carving, and (even if I do say so myself) I seem to be quite good at it! It started last year, when I decided that for the first time since I was a kid I would carve a pumpkin, and ended up with this little chap…

 

 

I was rather proud of him, but this year I wanted to do better. So I did two!

This one was done earlier in the week.

And this one took up a few hours of this afternoon. 

Unfortunately I only seem to own one candle!

 

 

A couple of weeks ago C and I finally had a long planned day out in Arundel. We had been meaning to go for a long time, and a rare weekend of sun combined with wanting to take C’s new car for a drive was enough motivation to finally get us there. There was only one little incident breaking with my left foot and trying to change gear (driving an automatic for the first time in about five years is difficult!).

Once we reached Arundel, which is only about half an hours drive from where C lives, there were many comments along the lines of “why haven’t we come here sooner?!”. It’s such a lovely town, full of gorgeous houses, countless restaurants/cafes, interesting and fun shops, and the most amazing deli. We spent a while doing one of our favourite things – wandering around the streets exploring and looking in to people’s houses through their windows. Yes, we are incredibly nosey. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to hear Rightmove is my favourite website, it’s like the peeking in to windows, but more socially acceptable.

I don’t know who those people are.

We stopped in to The Bay Tree for lunch, which was absolutely delicious. The best fish cakes I’ve ever eaten, with a huge pile of salad. C had something with a lot of cheese and roasted beetroot (and I discovered I actually like beetroot, as long as it’s not the shrink wrapped stuff). The shops were a danger to my bank balance. My 6th sense located an adorable craft shop called Fabric Buttons & Beads and I came away with two skeins of kid mohair. Then C’s 6th sense led us to the bread and cheese – Pallant of Arundel - and we came away with…well…a lot.

After spending all our money we drove down to the Wildfowl & Wetland park. This is why I’m glad we chose one of the rare days of this summer that it wasn’t raining. There are, as I’m sure you can guess from the name, birds everywhere. And they are completely used to the crazy human visitors that get over excited and squeal a lot when there are ducklings near by, which means they don’t run away.

    

See that? DUCKLINGS. Ducklings that same so close to me I could have picked one up and put it in my pocket to take home. It took every single ounce of restraint I have not to. We also met a Moorhen that we named Kenneth. Kenneth was in the same hide as a nest of four tiny baby swallows. The Mummy swallow flew in with a butterfly in her mouth to feed them, and we were standing there, less than 5ft away, staring. Amazing. We walked through the reed beds, saw a flash of bright blue kingfisher, and ran away from the biggest bugger of a swan I have ever seen in my entire life. We fed ducks, right out of our hands. The £2 I spent on a couple of bags of bird food on the way in was the best £2 I’ve ever spent.

We had deliberated going to another WWT park last year while we were in Norfolk, but were slightly put off by the price to get in (about £10 each). I can say with certainty now that it’s worth every penny of that. We spent at least 3 hours walking around the whole park giving birds silly names, and could have stayed so much longer. And did I mention the ducklings? All in all, a brilliant day out. One crossed off the list of Things To Do Before Moving North. Hopefully it won’t be the last day of sunshine we get to enjoy this summer!

So much for blogging more often, eh? It’s been another busy few weeks (ok, we’re in to months again aren’t we?) around here lately, with even more fun filled adventures.

My birthday was at the beginning of April and I  had the most wonderful week off work.

There was a relaxing couple of days at C’s house..

  

Followed by an amazing couple of days in London. My birthday present to myself at the end of 2011 was tickets to see Low at the Royal Festival Hall. My birthday present from my Mum and Dad was a hotel in London for the night we were there. We stayed at the Apex Temple Court Hotel just off Fleet Street, which was utterly wonderful. Gorgeous king size bed, iPod speaker dock, Eames office chair (tried to work out if I could take it apart and fit it in my bag…), walk in shower, huge deep bath (which I successfully filled with massive amounts of bubbles) and great views over London (we could see the Oxo tower and the London Eye from our room).

  

  

After reluctantly leaving the mountain of bubbles we spent the second day in London doing the things we do best – eating, drinking, shopping and laughing. That’s yarn shopping, record shopping, apple tea at the Hookah Lounge on Brick Lane, and dinner at Mishkins.

  

   

After London we spent Thursday (my actual Birthday) in Brighton. Amazing presents from C (two Low records and peanut butter M&Ms!), and more eating (breakfast at Bill’s) and fun at the seaside.

  

And unfortunately that was the end of my fabulous birthday week off work. I intend to make a trip to London a birthday tradition now. I’ve managed to go 27 years without going to school or work on my birthday and I intend to keep it that way (the joys of being born on a Good Friday, my birthday is usually on or around a bank holiday weekend!), and London seems like a bloody good place to spend it to me!

A house full of daffodils and tulips, spring sunshine, a walk around Olney. I’ve been playing with a lens on loan from C’s brother this weekend, and it’s rather good! As I’m too broke to get film developed at the moment I’ve been dusting off the 450D and remembering how much I love it.

 

Over the last four weeks I have been wandering all over the country. I had two days in Manchester visiting my brother and sister in law for the last time in their current home, before they move in to their lovely new house. After that I hopped on a plane up to Inverness for four days to see my oldest friend get married. This was followed by a trip to Somerset for ATP, then to London to see Jeff Mangum, then to Brighton for a day of fun with the ever amazing Vickybox. The time in between most of this was spent in Horsham relaxing at C’s house. I’ve had a whole week, and more amazingly a whole weekend at home now and I’ve got another week here before I head down south again.

Here’s a few photos of Gairloch, the village where my friend Flo and her husband Stuart live and run the lovely restaurant  Na Mara, and where they got married a couple of weeks ago. It was a fantastic wedding, the weather was perfect, and I was more drunk than I  have ever been in my life thanks to the various men in kilts handing me drinks. I can’t say no to a man in a kilt!

 

I have vowed not to wait another 5 years until my next trip to Scotland. I’ll share more photos once I have a few rolls from the Tank back from developing.

So, part two…

Saturday at ATP was a rather foggy day. We didn’t have any plans until 1pm so decided to go for a wander along the beach in to Minehead – there isn’t really much to say about it as a town really, but the beach in the fog was very pretty, and full of hipsters taking photos, a lovely sight.

One of the best things about ATP being in Butlins was the amazing culture clash, and watching it progress in different ways; the spar sold out of the Guardian while there were huge piles of the Daily Fail and The Sun untouched, Burger Kind sold out of veggie burgers, the fake Nando’s sold out of hummus. You could tell that ATP attendees aren’t Butlins’ usual clientele. Beyond the culture clash there was more fun – we had the joy of the adventure golf (I won! Just…), trying to win a bible on the 2p machines in the arcade, and the continuous plinking of the air hockey tables (I’m sure I can still hear the plinking now, two weeks later).

After the Butlins supplied fun there was more ATP style entertainment. The Jeff Mangum and ATP curated TV channels were amazing – there is something about sitting in bed in a Butlins chalet on a foggy Saturday morning watching Monty Python on a little 15″ TV that is inexplicably enjoyable, and if I say “machine wrapped with butter?” then I know everyone that was there will know what I’m talking about. We eyed up the cinema listings (also curated by Jeff Mangum) and would have liked to go and see a few things, but unfortunately didn’t get the time. It’s a shame you couldn’t take the TV and Cinema home with you to enjoy after the festival was over! And as well as all this amazing entertainment, there was the never ending source of amusement in the #atpfestival hashtag on twitter, which should win a prize for the funniest hashtag ever, as well as the most helpful. I’m still sad that all has gone quiet on that front now!

But back to the music. Saturday was filled with some lovely lovely sounds, starting with A Hawk and a Hacksaw. The venue wasn’t great for this – they were playing a unique soundtrack to the Ukranian film ‘Shadows Of Forgotten Ancestors’ with the film projected on to the back of the stage. Unless you were there from the beginning and managed to get sat down directly in front of the stage, you wouldn’t have much luck seeing what they were playing along to. As with the day before, I was stood somewhere near the back in what felt like a sea of 6ft + men (are all men that attend ATP that tall?). Despite this, the music was beautiful, and sounded like a wonderful accompaniment to the film. Should have got there sooner!

The rest of the day was spent over at centre stage. After standing in the sea of giants the day before, and as we were planning on being in there for a good 5 hours or so (if we kept walking in and out, we would have had to keep walk through that smell by the door. That smell that can’t be described accurately, that is a mixture of ale, rancid hotdogs, and toilets) we decided to head towards the back of the room and get a couple of seats. And a bloody good choice it was too. We watched a brilliantly fun Apples in Stereo, followed by an amazingly beautiful Joanna Newsom, then followed by the stunning Low. I’ll admit I almost fell asleep during Joanna Newsom, her voice and that harp playing are both hypnotic, and so so lovely. Low were one of the highlights for me, as they were the only band I’d actually heard of when C asked if I wanted to go. They were as fantastic as I was hoping they would be and definitely sent shivers down my spine. Alan Sparhawk invited everyone in the room for a jog at 12pm the next day – from what I’ve heard about 30 people turned up, I think it’s the only time in my life I’ve regretted not being a running kind of person! It was a lovely taster of what I’m hoping we’ll hear more of when we see Low at the Royal Festival Hall on April 3rd.

Sunday was another foggy day and started off with the astounding and achingly beautiful American Contemporary Music Ensemble (ACME). We got in slightly before it was due to start and managed to get sat down at one of the tables. The room filled up quite nicely and there were quite a lot of people sitting on the floor in front of the stage, it felt a bit like story time at infant school. ACME performed Gavin Bryars’ “Jesus’ Blood Never Failed Me Yet”. I’d never heard, or even heard of, this piece of music before I heard it at ATP, and since then I must have listened to it at least 30 times. It is quite possibly one of the most beautiful pieces of music I’ve ever heard and I was completely and utterly blown away. I didn’t move a muscle for the entire half hour of the performance, I was captivated from beginning to end. It was made even more beautiful the addition of Julian Koster on his musical saw, which fitted in so well it’s like it was made to be that way rather than a decision made the night before. Some lovely person has uploaded a video of their performance to YouTube and can be found in three parts here: part one, part two, part three. In total it’s a half hour piece of music, but I urge you to take the time to listen to it all. You won’t regret it.

Following a short interlude for some tea and some more ATP TV wonderfulness, we went in to Reds for Olivia Tremor Control. C was possibly more excited than I’ve ever seen him in public and we got in early to go right to the front. OTC were wonderful, despite the obvious technical hitches that occurred, and the fact Will Cullen Hart seemed to have lost his voice. This was another poor venue choice for the weekend, considering Olivia Tremor Control are made up of most of the Elephant 6 crew it would have made sense to put them on centre stage, but they were in the smallest venue of the three. The room was packed and we were very glad to have got in there early, by the time they came on we couldn’t see the back of the room. My only regret is that we didn’t get tickets to see them play in London the following week!

Back at centre stage we ventured through the smell to see Sun Ra Arkestra, who were a vision in sequins. I never thought I’d see a room full of hipsters dancing around to some fantastic sequin glad jazz, and it’s something I’ll never forget! After that we went in Crazy Horse to see Tall Firs. I felt a bit bad that it was such a small and constantly rotating crowd, people would come in and stand around for 5 minutes or so, then walk out. There was also group of people standing over by the bar squawking quite loudly that were more than annoying when there are just two guys on the stage with their guitars playing some very mellow music. They were a good humoured duo and had some good banter going. The music was lovely and may well end up on my to be purchased pile quite soon.

After this there was a long way for Mangum Part 2. Everyone was emptied out of centre stage and there was then an hour and a half wait until JM was due on. Those who didn’t get in to centre stage on Friday night had been given priority wristbands for the Sunday night performance, and then everyone else was let in afterwards until the stage was full. The queue was immense, snaking right through the pavilion and outside to the adventure golf course. As C and I had seen him on Friday night, and we had tickets to see him the coming Wednesday at the Union Chapel, we decided not to join the Longest Queue Ever, and instead sat down in the middle of the pavilion with a cup of tea watching the fun unfold on #atpfestival on twitter.

So that was the end of our ATP experience. I can’t imagine a more perfect set up for a festival and two weeks later I am still on a comedown, constantly playing Neutral Milk Hotel and watching the ACME performance on YouTube. This was my first ATP and it definitely won’t be my last, I am already planning how to get tickets for this coming December. The lack of corporate sponsorship is more refreshing than I thought possible, and the atmosphere was constantly friendly and relaxed. I never once felt like either me or my possessions were in any danger of any kind – which I can’t say for previous festival experiences.

So, until December. I can’t wait!

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In the middle of 2011 I had a phone call from my boyfriend, he was rather excited by the fact his musical hero, Jeff Mangum, was curating the music festival All Tomorrow’s Parties. I’ll admit it – I had never heard of Jeff Mangum or the band he was in, Neutral Milk Hotel. C was so excited about the prospect of seeing Jeff Mangum play that I agreed to go with him, despite the fact I’d never heard of any of the bands that were playing apart from one – Low. C and I had been browsing in Rough Trade a couple of months before and their album The Great Destroyer was playing, I liked what I heard so I bought it. 

So, we bought our tickets for ATP. I was amused and excited by the fact it is held at Butlins in Minehead – a place I had last visited in around 1990. We got to October and heard that the festival was being postponed, the original date of 2nd December had been pushed back to March 2012. There has been much speculation online about why, but I guess only those that are involved in the planning will know the real reason. Thankfully this didn’t cause any problems for us, and March came around very quickly. 

We had a four hour drive to Somerset on 9th March. I was half way through a course of antibiotics for a chest infection and by the time we got there I was utterly exhausted and ready to sleep the weekend away. I managed to keep going though, and I was so glad I did. Butlins has barely changed since I was last there 22 years ago. We laughed a lot at our classic chalet with dodgy camp bed, plastic mattress, no kettle and rather grotty bathroom… but we were at a music festival, and at least it wasn’t a tent! 

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The music started at 4:30pm on the Friday with the amazing Elephant 6 Holiday Surprise. It was to set the scene for the whole weekend – amazing music, brilliant atmosphere, and completely unexpected in so many ways. The set ended with the entire band marching off the stage and in to the crowd playing a Sun Ra cover, then leading everyone on a pied piper type walk around Butlins whilst still playing. That brilliant atmosphere? It just got even better. The security guards looked utterly baffled and slightly terrified as Scott Spillane walked past with his giant sousaphone, and Julian Koster was waving his saw around. 

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I’ll let you in to a secret – after Elephant 6 we headed over to Crazy Horse for a bit of Robyn Hitchcock, but we were tempted in by the infamous Butlins hot dogs. It was a mistake we only made once, and will never be mentioned again. 

Back at Centre Stage and everyone was gearing up for Jeff Mangum. I still didn’t know what to expect – I’d heard In The Aeroplane… once at C’s house, but that’s it. I was utterly blown away by that voice, and it’s something I’ll never forget. I caught a 10 second glimpse of the top of his head – I felt like the only 5ft 6 woman in a crowd full of 6ft + men for most of the weekend. I can’t do any justice to what that set was like, so I’m not going to try any more. After a short wander around Butlins I was defeated by the chest infection/stinking cold and had to sleep. 

 

… part two to come tomorrow. 

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