It appears that Seatoun is currently suffering from a bout of Gangsta violence. One of the 'local boys' has this story to tell about the life he leads in one of Wellington's roughest suburbs.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
More London Zoo Photos
As I mentioned in the last post, Perraine was also taking many photos while at the Zoo. He managed to snap far too many and sent me the best ones. I have skilfully selected the best of the best and present these below for your viewing pleasure.
As you will clearly see, Perraine is pretty damn good with his camera work so sit back, enjoy and remember - they look even better close up! :-)
A bug
Incy Wincy Spider
Grrrrrr
Feeling blue or maybe a little more turquoise?
Now, is this a clownfish?
In which case the other fish I thought was a clownfish was not.
Ooooh, all the pretty colours
Help me...I can't swim
Green lizard
Dendrobates azuereus (also called Okopipi)
Yep, that's a poison dart frog...deadly!
Yessssssssss
Hoo are you?
Camels kept inside for warmth
Cold looking pelicans
A butterfly, or is it a moth?
Family of otters
Mister monkey...actually, I think it's something else
Perraine and Heather
Well done on the super photos PB!
As you will clearly see, Perraine is pretty damn good with his camera work so sit back, enjoy and remember - they look even better close up! :-)
A bug
Incy Wincy Spider
Grrrrrr
Feeling blue or maybe a little more turquoise?
Now, is this a clownfish?
In which case the other fish I thought was a clownfish was not.
Ooooh, all the pretty colours
Help me...I can't swim
Green lizard
Dendrobates azuereus (also called Okopipi)
Yep, that's a poison dart frog...deadly!
Yessssssssss
Hoo are you?
Camels kept inside for warmth
Cold looking pelicans
A butterfly, or is it a moth?
Family of otters
Mister monkey...actually, I think it's something else
Perraine and Heather
Well done on the super photos PB!
Monday, September 21, 2009
London Zoo
22/02/2009
Wow! Seven months behind in blog land...this must be some sort of record :-) Well, I've been told that I talk too much, so you will have to make do with some photos of our visit to London Zoo.
London Zoo, while nowhere as big as the one in San Diego, still has enough to keep you busy. As we were there in Feb, it was a little chilly and many of the animals are kept indoors during the winter months.
While reviewing our photos, I have just discovered that a number of them were very poorly shot and therefore the collection below are the good ones. However, I'm pretty sure our friend Perraine managed to snap a couple of good ones - maybe I'll ask him nicely and post some of his tomorrow...
Heather and a beetle
Crickets going mad
This one is well worth viewing close up
A leafy beetle
Toucan play at that game...
Green bird with a black head
A clownfish
A Chameleon fish
I'm surprised she didn't float away!
It's MY rock
Unlike Australia we don't get these in the wild over here
'Australia' apparently - not as hot though
That's a big pile of dung - that kid's brave
One of the most amazing things we saw was a giant temperature controlled tent. Inside there were all manner of butterflies and moths - it was absolutely amazing - although taking photos was a little tricky as the camera would mist up after taking a single shot. We had a similar experience at the Eden Project which we visited in April (more on that another day).
An Atlas moth
Another amazing moth
Another one
And that was about it! As I mentioned above, Perraine took a bunch of photos which look a heck of a lot better...he has kindly emailed me through a selection and I will choose the best ones and put them up tomorrow.
Wow! Seven months behind in blog land...this must be some sort of record :-) Well, I've been told that I talk too much, so you will have to make do with some photos of our visit to London Zoo.
London Zoo, while nowhere as big as the one in San Diego, still has enough to keep you busy. As we were there in Feb, it was a little chilly and many of the animals are kept indoors during the winter months.
While reviewing our photos, I have just discovered that a number of them were very poorly shot and therefore the collection below are the good ones. However, I'm pretty sure our friend Perraine managed to snap a couple of good ones - maybe I'll ask him nicely and post some of his tomorrow...
Heather and a beetle
Crickets going mad
This one is well worth viewing close up
A leafy beetle
Toucan play at that game...
Green bird with a black head
A clownfish
A Chameleon fish
I'm surprised she didn't float away!
It's MY rock
Unlike Australia we don't get these in the wild over here
'Australia' apparently - not as hot though
That's a big pile of dung - that kid's brave
One of the most amazing things we saw was a giant temperature controlled tent. Inside there were all manner of butterflies and moths - it was absolutely amazing - although taking photos was a little tricky as the camera would mist up after taking a single shot. We had a similar experience at the Eden Project which we visited in April (more on that another day).
An Atlas moth
Another amazing moth
Another one
And that was about it! As I mentioned above, Perraine took a bunch of photos which look a heck of a lot better...he has kindly emailed me through a selection and I will choose the best ones and put them up tomorrow.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
London Canal Walk
No, I am NOT going to neglect this page. I just have a lot going on as I pursue the magical world of job hunting, networking and keeping myself busy.
21/02/2009 (it seems so long ago!)
We went on a lovely canal walk. There are a series of man made canals that run around various parts of London. One of these starts/ends/traverses through Paddington, so we thought we'd follow it to see where it led. These canal walks are a great way to get away from the city bustle and are popular with walkers and cyclists alike.
It was a crisp day - cool, but with a nice clear sky and even some sun!
We started at the Paddington Basin and headed along Regent's Canal.
Me and my friend - he wasn't saying much!
Lovely canal boats
There is a cafe on the leftmost boat
We headed towards Edgeware Road and then onto the outskirts of Regent's Park.
No, this is NOT wildlife, it's rubbish!
Purple boat
A mix of boats
Life can be dangerous in London...
Sha and more boats
A ramshackle collection
Along the canals, there are areas where you can moor your boat permanently and others where you are allowed to stay for two or three days before you must move on. This particular area seemed to have a more permanent air about it.
As we got closer to Regent's Park, the value of nearby houses seemed to rapidly increase. Regent's Park is where the London Zoo is based (well, it occupies a portion of the park). We have since visited the park a few times and I'll blog about it at a later date.
A lovely scene...with money
More money
Even more money
A floating Chinese restaurant in the distance
We then arrived in Camden, where it was time for a beer.
Under a Camden bridge
Beer o'clock
After our beer we stopped for awhile to watch a couple of boats navigate their way through the locks. These are a series of gates immersed in water which allow boats to enter and exit different sections of the canal with higher (or lower) levels of water. Quite an engineering feat and fascinating to watch.
An old television studio
Yes, those are egg cups at the top of each building!
Proceeding on from Camden, we finally made it to Islington, where we had a look around and I made the mistake of purchasing a rather large box of beer (it was at a price that could not be beaten). No way we could carry this home, so onto a bus. One of the best things about Paddington is that it is well serviced by both buses and the tube, so never any trouble to get home.
A lovely day exploring the canals, but we are very aware we have only covered one small section of them. We are definitely going to do some more canal walks in the future!
21/02/2009 (it seems so long ago!)
We went on a lovely canal walk. There are a series of man made canals that run around various parts of London. One of these starts/ends/traverses through Paddington, so we thought we'd follow it to see where it led. These canal walks are a great way to get away from the city bustle and are popular with walkers and cyclists alike.
It was a crisp day - cool, but with a nice clear sky and even some sun!
We started at the Paddington Basin and headed along Regent's Canal.
Me and my friend - he wasn't saying much!
Lovely canal boats
There is a cafe on the leftmost boat
We headed towards Edgeware Road and then onto the outskirts of Regent's Park.
No, this is NOT wildlife, it's rubbish!
Purple boat
A mix of boats
Life can be dangerous in London...
Sha and more boats
A ramshackle collection
Along the canals, there are areas where you can moor your boat permanently and others where you are allowed to stay for two or three days before you must move on. This particular area seemed to have a more permanent air about it.
As we got closer to Regent's Park, the value of nearby houses seemed to rapidly increase. Regent's Park is where the London Zoo is based (well, it occupies a portion of the park). We have since visited the park a few times and I'll blog about it at a later date.
A lovely scene...with money
More money
Even more money
A floating Chinese restaurant in the distance
We then arrived in Camden, where it was time for a beer.
Under a Camden bridge
Beer o'clock
After our beer we stopped for awhile to watch a couple of boats navigate their way through the locks. These are a series of gates immersed in water which allow boats to enter and exit different sections of the canal with higher (or lower) levels of water. Quite an engineering feat and fascinating to watch.
An old television studio
Yes, those are egg cups at the top of each building!
Proceeding on from Camden, we finally made it to Islington, where we had a look around and I made the mistake of purchasing a rather large box of beer (it was at a price that could not be beaten). No way we could carry this home, so onto a bus. One of the best things about Paddington is that it is well serviced by both buses and the tube, so never any trouble to get home.
A lovely day exploring the canals, but we are very aware we have only covered one small section of them. We are definitely going to do some more canal walks in the future!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Meanwhile, back in Wellington...
IfYouSayShow
While we have been over in the UK for over six months, my thoughts often turn back to Wellington and I wonder how everyone is doing and what they are getting up to.
It seems some good friends have started making a documentary series and are interviewing people in and around Wellington. The show is called 'IfYouSayShow' and can be found on youtube here. While only one episode has been created so far (which is broken into five segments for ease of viewing), below I proudly present the segment on Roller Derby!
If you enjoy this, take a look at the other segements as they include interviews with people on the street, Carl Gifford of Carlucci Land, Tony Schirato's Media Eye and an art review by Kristelle Plimmer.
It's great to see something like this come out and by using the platform of the internet it can be viewed by anyone. If you like watching these - please pass on the links to others who may be interested...and remember you can always leave a comment on their youtube page too (I'm sure they would appreciate it!)
By the way, if your internet connection can handle it, these clips look really good if you click the HD button for High Definition viewing.
Now, on with the show:
IfYouSayShow - Roller Derby Part 1
IfYouSayShow - Roller Derby Part 2
While we have been over in the UK for over six months, my thoughts often turn back to Wellington and I wonder how everyone is doing and what they are getting up to.
It seems some good friends have started making a documentary series and are interviewing people in and around Wellington. The show is called 'IfYouSayShow' and can be found on youtube here. While only one episode has been created so far (which is broken into five segments for ease of viewing), below I proudly present the segment on Roller Derby!
If you enjoy this, take a look at the other segements as they include interviews with people on the street, Carl Gifford of Carlucci Land, Tony Schirato's Media Eye and an art review by Kristelle Plimmer.
It's great to see something like this come out and by using the platform of the internet it can be viewed by anyone. If you like watching these - please pass on the links to others who may be interested...and remember you can always leave a comment on their youtube page too (I'm sure they would appreciate it!)
By the way, if your internet connection can handle it, these clips look really good if you click the HD button for High Definition viewing.
Now, on with the show:
IfYouSayShow - Roller Derby Part 1
IfYouSayShow - Roller Derby Part 2
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Hyde Park I
15th Feb 2009
Grrrrrr, glurk, crunch, tick tick tick. That's the sound of a blog seizing up under its own weight. With some carefully applied deblocker, it slowly swings back into action with another action packed (not really) interesting (yes, a bit) post. Here we go...
Hyde Park. Is. Big. Hyde Park is in the middle of London and is one of the biggest areas of green space in the central area and used to be the private hunting ground of Henry VIII and in 1851 the Crystal Palace exhibition took place here.
A pretty wee map - clickie for bigger view
While there are other large expanses of green in London such as Regent’s Park, Primrose Hill, St James Park and Kew Gardens - Hyde Park has a place dear in my heart (perhaps because Henry VIII hunted deer here?) Seriously, this is probably because it is a) so close to our flat, only a 3 minute walk away and b) Damon Albarn of the band Blur wrote the song Parklife here.
Blur - older but like a fine wine, even better
Strictly speaking Hyde Park is split into two parts – Hyde Park proper and Kensington Gardens. Kensington Gardens is where J.M. Barrie was inspired to write Peter Pan, where Kensington Palace is located (and Lady Diana lived), is popular with dog walkers and has many tree lined places of wonderment. Everyone seems to refer to Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park collectively as Hyde Park, and put simply, it does make things easier!
A house in Hyde Park - maybe of historical significance?
Peter Pan statue
Hyde Park is a little more open and plays host to numerous concerts in the summer. A river known as the Serpentine runs between the two parks and there are two café/bars that sit alongside it and even an open river swimming pool called the Lido. I personally wouldn’t go swimming amongst the duck poo, but it does seem popular, especially on hot summer days. Writing this post many months late and we are currently experiencing temperatures over 30 degrees - a large difference to these photos where we are well rugged up.
A scenic view
The park seems to have an abundance of bird life – geese, swans, coots, ducks, herons and the more tree birds. And pigeons. And American grey squirrels (which while cute, have displaced the native red squirrels).
A Heron
Squirrel in Hyde Park
Other points of interest include the Italian Gardens, Speakers Corner and an art gallery slap bang in the middle too. We are still to check out the gallery, but will do so at some point in the near future. There are also many statures, sculptures and monuments dotted around.
The Italian Gardens
I have been having a play with some software from Microsoft called Photosynth. It automatically stitches photos together to create a ‘3D’ representation of an area and below is my effort doing this with the Italian Gardens. Be warned, a broadband connection is strongly recommended for the pictures to load in a reasonable time!
Use your mouse to move around the pictures and you can zoom in and out too (using the controls at the bottom of the picture). Try pressing 'p' for it to show the 'points' of the picture. If you would prefer to see this full screen, click the Expand button (on the far right). You can also take a look at it within the Photosynth webpage by clicking here (and I have a few other pictures there as well).
Speakers Corner
Another institution of Hyde Park is Speakers Corner where people stand and espouse their views on religion, politics, dinosaurs or taxation (or any combination thereof). It’s also where you can be enlightened about the falseness of the theory of evolution by Americans in cowboy hats. Seriously! (Jamas, you would have a field day here). If you want to be exposed to new ideas or have a lively debate, this is the place for you.
Speakers working the crowd
He seems to have the answers
Tag team preaching!
Speakers Corner used to be where condemned prisoners would have their last say before being taken to the nearby gallows. It may very well be where Gordon ends up next year.
From Speakers Corner we moved across to Marble Arch where there was a Islamic ceremony celebration going on. It was celebrating the travels and feats of a prophet from the Middle East. Sorry – I wasn’t paying attention and don’t have much more information than that! They did hand out a few sweets to the crowd, which was nice. Pistachio sweets are always appreciated.
Marble Arch
An Islamic horse
Sha with the horse
Ceremony in full swing
Islamic prayers
With Hyde Park being so close, we may have another Hyde Park post with some more photos. It looks even more spectacular in the summer.
Well, a short and sweet post for today. I'll try and get our next post up very soon as it is of a canal walk on a stunning day.
Grrrrrr, glurk, crunch, tick tick tick. That's the sound of a blog seizing up under its own weight. With some carefully applied deblocker, it slowly swings back into action with another action packed (not really) interesting (yes, a bit) post. Here we go...
Hyde Park. Is. Big. Hyde Park is in the middle of London and is one of the biggest areas of green space in the central area and used to be the private hunting ground of Henry VIII and in 1851 the Crystal Palace exhibition took place here.
A pretty wee map - clickie for bigger view
While there are other large expanses of green in London such as Regent’s Park, Primrose Hill, St James Park and Kew Gardens - Hyde Park has a place dear in my heart (perhaps because Henry VIII hunted deer here?) Seriously, this is probably because it is a) so close to our flat, only a 3 minute walk away and b) Damon Albarn of the band Blur wrote the song Parklife here.
Blur - older but like a fine wine, even better
Strictly speaking Hyde Park is split into two parts – Hyde Park proper and Kensington Gardens. Kensington Gardens is where J.M. Barrie was inspired to write Peter Pan, where Kensington Palace is located (and Lady Diana lived), is popular with dog walkers and has many tree lined places of wonderment. Everyone seems to refer to Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park collectively as Hyde Park, and put simply, it does make things easier!
A house in Hyde Park - maybe of historical significance?
Peter Pan statue
Hyde Park is a little more open and plays host to numerous concerts in the summer. A river known as the Serpentine runs between the two parks and there are two café/bars that sit alongside it and even an open river swimming pool called the Lido. I personally wouldn’t go swimming amongst the duck poo, but it does seem popular, especially on hot summer days. Writing this post many months late and we are currently experiencing temperatures over 30 degrees - a large difference to these photos where we are well rugged up.
A scenic view
The park seems to have an abundance of bird life – geese, swans, coots, ducks, herons and the more tree birds. And pigeons. And American grey squirrels (which while cute, have displaced the native red squirrels).
A Heron
Squirrel in Hyde Park
Other points of interest include the Italian Gardens, Speakers Corner and an art gallery slap bang in the middle too. We are still to check out the gallery, but will do so at some point in the near future. There are also many statures, sculptures and monuments dotted around.
The Italian Gardens
I have been having a play with some software from Microsoft called Photosynth. It automatically stitches photos together to create a ‘3D’ representation of an area and below is my effort doing this with the Italian Gardens. Be warned, a broadband connection is strongly recommended for the pictures to load in a reasonable time!
Use your mouse to move around the pictures and you can zoom in and out too (using the controls at the bottom of the picture). Try pressing 'p' for it to show the 'points' of the picture. If you would prefer to see this full screen, click the Expand button (on the far right). You can also take a look at it within the Photosynth webpage by clicking here (and I have a few other pictures there as well).
Speakers Corner
Another institution of Hyde Park is Speakers Corner where people stand and espouse their views on religion, politics, dinosaurs or taxation (or any combination thereof). It’s also where you can be enlightened about the falseness of the theory of evolution by Americans in cowboy hats. Seriously! (Jamas, you would have a field day here). If you want to be exposed to new ideas or have a lively debate, this is the place for you.
Speakers working the crowd
He seems to have the answers
Tag team preaching!
Speakers Corner used to be where condemned prisoners would have their last say before being taken to the nearby gallows. It may very well be where Gordon ends up next year.
From Speakers Corner we moved across to Marble Arch where there was a Islamic ceremony celebration going on. It was celebrating the travels and feats of a prophet from the Middle East. Sorry – I wasn’t paying attention and don’t have much more information than that! They did hand out a few sweets to the crowd, which was nice. Pistachio sweets are always appreciated.
Marble Arch
An Islamic horse
Sha with the horse
Ceremony in full swing
Islamic prayers
With Hyde Park being so close, we may have another Hyde Park post with some more photos. It looks even more spectacular in the summer.
Well, a short and sweet post for today. I'll try and get our next post up very soon as it is of a canal walk on a stunning day.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Madame Tussauds
Saturday, 14 February
When we arrived at Madame Tussauds, we had a bit of a mix up which involved queuing multiple times and then being told that we needed a print out of our electronic ticket. I had to run down to an Internet cafe and get said print out. Yes, in future, we will be better prepared (and we now have our own printer!)
Once we were in, they accepted our cut price internet tickets and away we went (once again, thanks go to lastminute.com - and no, I'm not being paid to say that).
The first person we encountered was Freddie.
We then proceeded via a lift where we emerged to a mirrored room full of pictures of paparazzi photographers, with camera lights flashing and voices calling for you to look this way and that, it was a weird experience. I assume this was to create the impression of what it was like to be one of the 'hunted'.
On that note, you can probably guess that we snapped quite a few photos (and we did). After carefully going through our haul, I have tried to pick the most interesting pics and while we have numerous others, if it was slightly blurry or simply wasn't up to scratch, I have left it out. And, as always, if you want to see the photos close up, click on them for a better view (but you're all clever people and know that by now!)
After being papped, we enter a very large room dominated by a dance floor and various nooks and crannies inhabited by celebrity likenesses. As an initial starting point, it was quite overwhelming but as a bit of a 'people flow' funnel, it worked quite well with tourists rushing about snapping photos left, right and centre.
Here is a little of what we saw...
To baldly go...
(Sorry, that was very mean...I like Patrick Stewart, he's great!)
Even as a model, he looks super
This one is for Steve Walker
Jennifer looks awful, but Will is okay
Damn, he's cool!
Alas, this photo doesn't do SLJ justice - he looked better 'in the wax' as it were
Madonna...could have fooled me!
Seriously - we had no idea this was Madge and had to ask one of the attendants who it was...how embarrassing
As we progressed through the exhibition, the settings became a little less staged (well, to a degree) and it became generally easier to navigate although there were big crowds around Obama for some reason ;-)
Steven Spielburg does look like Simon...
(Maybe it's the hat)
Madame Tussauds has varying levels of quality with some being incredibly amazing and realistic and others disappointing and very plastic looking. I will let you be the judge of which is which, however there were some photos where the lighting (usually from the camera flash) completely destroys any reality. I have a few photos which look good without the flash and terrible with it on. A good example of this is the Robin Williams model below - the second photo looks far better.
Nanoo nanoo
Love the pants!
"I'll have a scccotcccch"
No man has a chest that smooth...
Of all the bars...
Who ate all the pies?
Here's a hint - it wasn't Brian (or me)
Go Kiwi!
I think it's Will Smith, hang on, no that's not right
Lord Nelson
Nelson was happy that no one had been out with the chalk this time
A dedicated follower of fashion
"I'll get you up there" said Mr Cromwell
I think Oliver was jealous of King James's style
The Virgin Queen
I don't know how Elizabeth felt about her father executing her mother
"Hey, I only killed two of them"
Prince Harry
Oscar Wilde
I couldn't see what he was looking at either
Mr Hawking
Vinnie
Pablo
Some writer guy
Charlie
Incidentally, we saw the Darwin exhibition at the Natural History Exhibition in March...brilliant
Peter, Paul, George and Ringo
Sorry Madame T - they aren't that great looking
Astrid from Voyage of the Damned
Or Kyyyyleeeeeeeee if you prefer
Amy Winehouse
Dear Amy, will you please bring out a new album and TRY and sober up so you can perform without falling over. Your music is great, but you are more known for your extra circular activities than your singing.
Mr Bob - he sure looks happy
Must be those awesome headphones
Richie Rich
Yes, I AM touching his NIPPLE
O is for Obama
A big line to get a photo with him
Ghandi
Some less salubrious men:
Hitler
Some Japanese tourists were standing next to Hitler, having their photo taken with big smiles on their faces while they were doing the peace sign. It was kind of weird.
A very lifelike Castro
Mugabe sans 'reverse Hitler' 'tache
After the politics room, we headed to the Chamber of Horrors. We caught up with Vlad the Impaler and a few other nasty events from British history...hanging and what not.
Vlad the Impaler
We went through a 'live action' scare room with actors jumping out and generally trying to cause cardiac arrest. Nothing that scary really but probably not suitable for young kids.
Afterwards we emerge to some light relief with Benny Hill.
From here, we took a ride in a miniature black cab to see the history of London. With puppets. And music. Argh. It took us back to the 'Small World' ride in Disneyland...although it was a bit of fun.
Nearly all done and dusted...but before we departed.
Andy
My, my, my De-Liza
The final part was to walk through an area showing how the wax works were made and to learn about the history of both the exhibition and original creator Marie Tussaud. Marie was nearly executed during the French Revolution for royalist sympathies but was saved by her skill at making death masks. She ended up making masks of those executed during the French Revolution with many being friends of hers. In 1802 she left France for England and established a permanent exhibition in London in 1835. Sounds pretty harrowing to me!
After our visit, we headed out through the gift shop (as to be expected) and than homeward. Once back in Paddington, we made a small deviation to a nearby pub (The Mitre), which we now call our local. More on that pub at a later date!
When we arrived at Madame Tussauds, we had a bit of a mix up which involved queuing multiple times and then being told that we needed a print out of our electronic ticket. I had to run down to an Internet cafe and get said print out. Yes, in future, we will be better prepared (and we now have our own printer!)
Once we were in, they accepted our cut price internet tickets and away we went (once again, thanks go to lastminute.com - and no, I'm not being paid to say that).
The first person we encountered was Freddie.
We then proceeded via a lift where we emerged to a mirrored room full of pictures of paparazzi photographers, with camera lights flashing and voices calling for you to look this way and that, it was a weird experience. I assume this was to create the impression of what it was like to be one of the 'hunted'.
On that note, you can probably guess that we snapped quite a few photos (and we did). After carefully going through our haul, I have tried to pick the most interesting pics and while we have numerous others, if it was slightly blurry or simply wasn't up to scratch, I have left it out. And, as always, if you want to see the photos close up, click on them for a better view (but you're all clever people and know that by now!)
After being papped, we enter a very large room dominated by a dance floor and various nooks and crannies inhabited by celebrity likenesses. As an initial starting point, it was quite overwhelming but as a bit of a 'people flow' funnel, it worked quite well with tourists rushing about snapping photos left, right and centre.
Here is a little of what we saw...
To baldly go...
(Sorry, that was very mean...I like Patrick Stewart, he's great!)
Even as a model, he looks super
This one is for Steve Walker
Jennifer looks awful, but Will is okay
Damn, he's cool!
Alas, this photo doesn't do SLJ justice - he looked better 'in the wax' as it were
Madonna...could have fooled me!
Seriously - we had no idea this was Madge and had to ask one of the attendants who it was...how embarrassing
As we progressed through the exhibition, the settings became a little less staged (well, to a degree) and it became generally easier to navigate although there were big crowds around Obama for some reason ;-)
Steven Spielburg does look like Simon...
(Maybe it's the hat)
Madame Tussauds has varying levels of quality with some being incredibly amazing and realistic and others disappointing and very plastic looking. I will let you be the judge of which is which, however there were some photos where the lighting (usually from the camera flash) completely destroys any reality. I have a few photos which look good without the flash and terrible with it on. A good example of this is the Robin Williams model below - the second photo looks far better.
Nanoo nanoo
Love the pants!
"I'll have a scccotcccch"
No man has a chest that smooth...
Of all the bars...
Who ate all the pies?
Here's a hint - it wasn't Brian (or me)
Go Kiwi!
I think it's Will Smith, hang on, no that's not right
Lord Nelson
Nelson was happy that no one had been out with the chalk this time
A dedicated follower of fashion
"I'll get you up there" said Mr Cromwell
I think Oliver was jealous of King James's style
The Virgin Queen
I don't know how Elizabeth felt about her father executing her mother
"Hey, I only killed two of them"
Prince Harry
Oscar Wilde
I couldn't see what he was looking at either
Mr Hawking
Vinnie
Pablo
Some writer guy
Charlie
Incidentally, we saw the Darwin exhibition at the Natural History Exhibition in March...brilliant
Peter, Paul, George and Ringo
Sorry Madame T - they aren't that great looking
Astrid from Voyage of the Damned
Or Kyyyyleeeeeeeee if you prefer
Amy Winehouse
Dear Amy, will you please bring out a new album and TRY and sober up so you can perform without falling over. Your music is great, but you are more known for your extra circular activities than your singing.
Mr Bob - he sure looks happy
Must be those awesome headphones
Richie Rich
Yes, I AM touching his NIPPLE
O is for Obama
A big line to get a photo with him
Ghandi
Some less salubrious men:
Hitler
Some Japanese tourists were standing next to Hitler, having their photo taken with big smiles on their faces while they were doing the peace sign. It was kind of weird.
A very lifelike Castro
Mugabe sans 'reverse Hitler' 'tache
After the politics room, we headed to the Chamber of Horrors. We caught up with Vlad the Impaler and a few other nasty events from British history...hanging and what not.
Vlad the Impaler
We went through a 'live action' scare room with actors jumping out and generally trying to cause cardiac arrest. Nothing that scary really but probably not suitable for young kids.
Afterwards we emerge to some light relief with Benny Hill.
From here, we took a ride in a miniature black cab to see the history of London. With puppets. And music. Argh. It took us back to the 'Small World' ride in Disneyland...although it was a bit of fun.
Nearly all done and dusted...but before we departed.
Andy
My, my, my De-Liza
The final part was to walk through an area showing how the wax works were made and to learn about the history of both the exhibition and original creator Marie Tussaud. Marie was nearly executed during the French Revolution for royalist sympathies but was saved by her skill at making death masks. She ended up making masks of those executed during the French Revolution with many being friends of hers. In 1802 she left France for England and established a permanent exhibition in London in 1835. Sounds pretty harrowing to me!
After our visit, we headed out through the gift shop (as to be expected) and than homeward. Once back in Paddington, we made a small deviation to a nearby pub (The Mitre), which we now call our local. More on that pub at a later date!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Comedy, Camden and a Limo
Saturday, 7 February
Travelling back to just after the days of extreme cold, we went to the 99 Club in Leicester Square. The 99 Club is a comedy club and we managed to pick up cheap tickets from lastminute.com. Laughs aplenty were had, although don't ask me to recall who we actually saw comedian wise - all we remember was that we had fun and relished the opportunity to laugh away the winter blues. One moment of hilarity was seeing a woman being told off and duly made fun of for talking through a performance (I think she had consumed most of the bar). By the time we got to the third comic she was escorted off the premises and it was made very clear she wasn't welcome back. It's fine to heckle - just don't talk! We spotted her outside after the show was over and she was still moaning about losing her cellphone - maybe she drank it? Silly lady.
The following day we went to the Camden markets. I think I preferred these to the Portobello markets we had visited a week previously. With over 1000 stalls and shops spread out over multiple locations there was much to see and a pulsing, vibrant atmosphere pervaded.
Highlights included exploring the rabbit warren that were the stable markets, finding two old Doctor Who magazines from 1980 that I was missing, marvelling at a Doctor Who TARDIS tiny beer fridge, seeing the extensive range of food stalls from a billion different countries, sampling a chocolate filled doughnut (which wasn't that nice to be honest), eating yumo Cambodian food and doing a little bartering for a belt which we couldn't get in the size we wanted. Camden sits across a lock which adds a lot to the overall feel and there is a multitude of pubs as well as places to get pierced or tattoed. It is also very popular with trendies, hipsters and goth types so a brilliant place for people watching and working out what the new fashions are going to be. I was told that when the lock was being constructed, there were four pubs built - one for each of the nationalities doing the construction work (English, Welsh, Irish and Scottish) and you only drank from 'your' pub - a big change to the mash of cultures it is today.
As it gets really busy in Camden during the weekends, the main tube station becomes 'one way' for certain times of the day and only allows people to get off and not get on. This means when you have had enough and are ready to leave, you need to walk 10 minutes up the road to another tube station or take a bus.
The throng
Looking down Camden High Street
Looking up
The Camden Market
One of many market areas
After an afternoon of market fun, we decided to head back home and took the bus to facilitate our movement. Paddington really has the transport thing going for it - the number of times we have been able to get a bus back home with very little fuss is simply fantastic and makes life a lot easier. While slower than the tube it does let you get a lie of the land and it's cheaper too.
A couple of days later, we spied this outside our window:
We seem to get a lot of limos stopping opposite us as there is a large parking space for them. We are pretty certain a limo driver lives a few houses down and the changing of the guard seems to occur. Despite a worldwide recession, there are definitely still people who have money to throw around! We've seen about five different limos over the past three months.
Edit: I should say that we have seen five different limos outside our place...there are plenty more cruising the streets of London. There are quite a few Hum-vee limos too - the ultimate in gas guzzling excess (so manly too, especially when they are bright pink).
Next post: We get freaky with wax and visit Madame Tussauds!
Travelling back to just after the days of extreme cold, we went to the 99 Club in Leicester Square. The 99 Club is a comedy club and we managed to pick up cheap tickets from lastminute.com. Laughs aplenty were had, although don't ask me to recall who we actually saw comedian wise - all we remember was that we had fun and relished the opportunity to laugh away the winter blues. One moment of hilarity was seeing a woman being told off and duly made fun of for talking through a performance (I think she had consumed most of the bar). By the time we got to the third comic she was escorted off the premises and it was made very clear she wasn't welcome back. It's fine to heckle - just don't talk! We spotted her outside after the show was over and she was still moaning about losing her cellphone - maybe she drank it? Silly lady.
The following day we went to the Camden markets. I think I preferred these to the Portobello markets we had visited a week previously. With over 1000 stalls and shops spread out over multiple locations there was much to see and a pulsing, vibrant atmosphere pervaded.
Highlights included exploring the rabbit warren that were the stable markets, finding two old Doctor Who magazines from 1980 that I was missing, marvelling at a Doctor Who TARDIS tiny beer fridge, seeing the extensive range of food stalls from a billion different countries, sampling a chocolate filled doughnut (which wasn't that nice to be honest), eating yumo Cambodian food and doing a little bartering for a belt which we couldn't get in the size we wanted. Camden sits across a lock which adds a lot to the overall feel and there is a multitude of pubs as well as places to get pierced or tattoed. It is also very popular with trendies, hipsters and goth types so a brilliant place for people watching and working out what the new fashions are going to be. I was told that when the lock was being constructed, there were four pubs built - one for each of the nationalities doing the construction work (English, Welsh, Irish and Scottish) and you only drank from 'your' pub - a big change to the mash of cultures it is today.
As it gets really busy in Camden during the weekends, the main tube station becomes 'one way' for certain times of the day and only allows people to get off and not get on. This means when you have had enough and are ready to leave, you need to walk 10 minutes up the road to another tube station or take a bus.
The throng
Looking down Camden High Street
Looking up
The Camden Market
One of many market areas
After an afternoon of market fun, we decided to head back home and took the bus to facilitate our movement. Paddington really has the transport thing going for it - the number of times we have been able to get a bus back home with very little fuss is simply fantastic and makes life a lot easier. While slower than the tube it does let you get a lie of the land and it's cheaper too.
A couple of days later, we spied this outside our window:
We seem to get a lot of limos stopping opposite us as there is a large parking space for them. We are pretty certain a limo driver lives a few houses down and the changing of the guard seems to occur. Despite a worldwide recession, there are definitely still people who have money to throw around! We've seen about five different limos over the past three months.
Edit: I should say that we have seen five different limos outside our place...there are plenty more cruising the streets of London. There are quite a few Hum-vee limos too - the ultimate in gas guzzling excess (so manly too, especially when they are bright pink).
Next post: We get freaky with wax and visit Madame Tussauds!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Snow Day!
Monday 2 February 2009
Sha: February was the start of getting into some regular routines. I would go to work, and Foo would look for work and have my pipe and slippers ready for me when I got home. ‘Regular’ was something still to be worked out, as witnessed in early February when I woke up very excited to see at least a foot of snow covering everything. I didn’t think this could be too irregular because the Christmas cards that Grandma sent from England always showed snow.
Come to think of it so did NZ’s before we started talking about becoming a republic and depicting Santa barbecuing and surfing to press home our points of difference. I can hear Murray Hewitt’s voice now “these new cards will sock it to the Poms Brett, you mark my words, the Prime Minister’s gonna love them”. It would be another ten years before Santa would be given beach shorts to surf in, instead of his full Santa suit. (Blog within a blog misdemeanour).
The only thought I had was whether my boots would mind walking to work in the snow, and if they did mind, what was it they would mind, followed by; dumb boots, you’ll do as I say (such was the excitement). So I set off in the dark at 6am and headed down the road and into Hyde Park.
A brief synopsis of my usual 40 turned 90 minute walk to work; I can’t see the path, get lost, get found, run into some swans asleep and frozen beside the pond, apologise out loud for their awful circumstances, immediately slip sideways narrowly missing the pond by inches, state out loud “you did that with your minds ya c~#%$”, (refuse to engage them for the next five days), make it out of the park, get snow balls thrown at me by the only other two people out and about, virtually crawl up Kensington High St on hands and knees, make it into my place of work and wait for my colleagues to turn up, and wait, and wait, and wait.
Unbeknownst to me, this was the worst snowfall to hit central London in 18 years with 98% of public transport suspended and other miscellaneous chaos. It really was fun though, and I walked to work the next three days as well when the snow was turning into a perilous icy soup.
Frozen swans in the dark
Foo: Argh, Snow Day. While Sha was out enjoying herself in the snow, I was without internet sheltering in our house trying to avoid succumbing to hypothermia. Being without TV or internet, I had to resort to listening to the radio (an old fashion device, which is kind of like listening to a podcast interspersed with adverts and music that you aren't really interested in). The station I was tuned to seemed only able to talk about the snow for the whole day and presented startling revelations such as:
Incidentally, the thing about grit running out was true as councils simply did not have enough to deal with the ice on the roads for more than a couple of days. As per this story, one council even rang a gourmet food company to ask the price per ton to grit roads - Alison Lea-Wilson, co-owner of Halen Mon in Brynsiencyn, North Wales, said: "Normally we only sell in grams. It would have cost more than £12,000. They seemed a bit shocked - and hung up."
Despite all the exciting chatter on the radio, I did manage to get out and about and went for a wander in Hyde Park. I took a swag of photos and present the best below.
The strangest thing about this whole situation was the suddenness that the snow descended. The weekend before it snowed was very cold, but there wasn't really an indication that snow was about to hit so severely. I don’t recall any ‘severe weather warnings’ or internet chatter. Indeed, there was more talk about snow around Christmas time with everyone dreaming of a white Christmas. I guess the powder was taking the scenic route to get here - better late than never although it reminds me of a song about wanting something really badly and when you finally get it, you realise it wasn't want you wanted after all! People are funny like that.
On the Saturday, we had gone to Portabello Markets in Notting Hill with Perraine and Heather (no, we didn't see anyone famous out and about). In the evening we went to Tate Modern to see a Rothko exhibition. While the Rothko exhibition was intriguing, I think both Sha and I got more out of wandering around the exhibitions by other artists. For Sha, the Viennese actionists were fascinating and me, I loved Dali, Francis Bacon and some of the other surrealists. There were also some fantastic videos playing with some disturbing imagery which had me mesmerised. As Tate Modern is so huge, I think a return visit is definitely on the cards. I keep thinking of art lovers back in NZ who would simply LOVE to spend half a day wandering around here (Mum, Eugene & Sonia, Lizzy, Bernie & Maelyn).
Sunday was even colder and Sha and I went to a Farmer's Market near Baker street in Marylebone. We bought pigeon breast and pheasant - both surprisingly cheap. We were assured the pigeon WAS NOT the sort you see hanging around late at night outside dodgy tube stations. Always good to try new things.
Enough ramble...on with the snow!
Don't forget, you can click on a photo for a better view.
Out our window
The Italian Gardens in Hyde Park
Snowman #1
People enjoying Hyde Park
The Serpentine
Snowman #2
Not a soul to be seen (or is there?)
This might mean something to Regan?
Now that's a snowball!
The only working bus in London!
Sha: February was the start of getting into some regular routines. I would go to work, and Foo would look for work and have my pipe and slippers ready for me when I got home. ‘Regular’ was something still to be worked out, as witnessed in early February when I woke up very excited to see at least a foot of snow covering everything. I didn’t think this could be too irregular because the Christmas cards that Grandma sent from England always showed snow.
Come to think of it so did NZ’s before we started talking about becoming a republic and depicting Santa barbecuing and surfing to press home our points of difference. I can hear Murray Hewitt’s voice now “these new cards will sock it to the Poms Brett, you mark my words, the Prime Minister’s gonna love them”. It would be another ten years before Santa would be given beach shorts to surf in, instead of his full Santa suit. (Blog within a blog misdemeanour).
The only thought I had was whether my boots would mind walking to work in the snow, and if they did mind, what was it they would mind, followed by; dumb boots, you’ll do as I say (such was the excitement). So I set off in the dark at 6am and headed down the road and into Hyde Park.
A brief synopsis of my usual 40 turned 90 minute walk to work; I can’t see the path, get lost, get found, run into some swans asleep and frozen beside the pond, apologise out loud for their awful circumstances, immediately slip sideways narrowly missing the pond by inches, state out loud “you did that with your minds ya c~#%$”, (refuse to engage them for the next five days), make it out of the park, get snow balls thrown at me by the only other two people out and about, virtually crawl up Kensington High St on hands and knees, make it into my place of work and wait for my colleagues to turn up, and wait, and wait, and wait.
Unbeknownst to me, this was the worst snowfall to hit central London in 18 years with 98% of public transport suspended and other miscellaneous chaos. It really was fun though, and I walked to work the next three days as well when the snow was turning into a perilous icy soup.
Frozen swans in the dark
Foo: Argh, Snow Day. While Sha was out enjoying herself in the snow, I was without internet sheltering in our house trying to avoid succumbing to hypothermia. Being without TV or internet, I had to resort to listening to the radio (an old fashion device, which is kind of like listening to a podcast interspersed with adverts and music that you aren't really interested in). The station I was tuned to seemed only able to talk about the snow for the whole day and presented startling revelations such as:
- Shock, horror “schools are being closed - why do THEY (kids and teachers) get a day off when we have to work? It wasn't like this in my day, grumble, grumble.”
- “The tube is closed - it's not like this in the rest of Europe. When it snows in France, THEIR tube keeps running. Our infrastructure is terrible and has to be upgraded, grumble grumble.”
- “Drivers really aren't used to the conditions when it snows. They really should drive slower and to the conditions. Drivers just can't handle the snow.”
- “We're running out of grit to salt the roads with. Why don't we have more grit? Everywhere else in the world has more grit than London. It’s not fair.”
- “We’re in the middle of the biggest financial crisis we have seen for decades and our city has come to a standstill. The planes can’t fly and we are haemorrhaging money at a rate of knots. We’re doomed” (and pretty soon we will all descend into cannibalism…I suggest starting with the bankers).
Incidentally, the thing about grit running out was true as councils simply did not have enough to deal with the ice on the roads for more than a couple of days. As per this story, one council even rang a gourmet food company to ask the price per ton to grit roads - Alison Lea-Wilson, co-owner of Halen Mon in Brynsiencyn, North Wales, said: "Normally we only sell in grams. It would have cost more than £12,000. They seemed a bit shocked - and hung up."
Despite all the exciting chatter on the radio, I did manage to get out and about and went for a wander in Hyde Park. I took a swag of photos and present the best below.
The strangest thing about this whole situation was the suddenness that the snow descended. The weekend before it snowed was very cold, but there wasn't really an indication that snow was about to hit so severely. I don’t recall any ‘severe weather warnings’ or internet chatter. Indeed, there was more talk about snow around Christmas time with everyone dreaming of a white Christmas. I guess the powder was taking the scenic route to get here - better late than never although it reminds me of a song about wanting something really badly and when you finally get it, you realise it wasn't want you wanted after all! People are funny like that.
On the Saturday, we had gone to Portabello Markets in Notting Hill with Perraine and Heather (no, we didn't see anyone famous out and about). In the evening we went to Tate Modern to see a Rothko exhibition. While the Rothko exhibition was intriguing, I think both Sha and I got more out of wandering around the exhibitions by other artists. For Sha, the Viennese actionists were fascinating and me, I loved Dali, Francis Bacon and some of the other surrealists. There were also some fantastic videos playing with some disturbing imagery which had me mesmerised. As Tate Modern is so huge, I think a return visit is definitely on the cards. I keep thinking of art lovers back in NZ who would simply LOVE to spend half a day wandering around here (Mum, Eugene & Sonia, Lizzy, Bernie & Maelyn).
Sunday was even colder and Sha and I went to a Farmer's Market near Baker street in Marylebone. We bought pigeon breast and pheasant - both surprisingly cheap. We were assured the pigeon WAS NOT the sort you see hanging around late at night outside dodgy tube stations. Always good to try new things.
Enough ramble...on with the snow!
Don't forget, you can click on a photo for a better view.
Out our window
The Italian Gardens in Hyde Park
Snowman #1
People enjoying Hyde Park
The Serpentine
Snowman #2
Not a soul to be seen (or is there?)
This might mean something to Regan?
Now that's a snowball!
The only working bus in London!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Eurovision 2009
Sha to 911: You’ve got to help me! 25 European countries just crashed into my lounge!
911 operator: It's OK madam, that’s just Eurovision 2009!!!
Most of us have heard of the Eurovision Song Contest, but how many of us in the Antipodes really understand the gravity of what it is?
Lucky for you I will tell you. Eurovision is a road crash, a 25 car pile up, except the cars are actually European countries that fought to be in the road crash. After the road crash, one half of the victims sing soothing songs to calm the other half who are maniacally jumping around dazed and demented (sometimes in their bloodied national costumes).
Every country airs the competition with a national celebrity providing voice commentary whilst the tragedy unfolds. For 30 years, Britain had Terry Wogan whose great last sentences before retiring included: “Eurovision is a triumph of appalling taste” and “I don't want to be presiding over yet another debacle”, and when asked what he will be doing this year stated "I will sit there and get drunk, the same as when I was commentating".
This year Graham Norton picked up the mantel, and I have it on good authority that Norton’s approach is fairly indicative of 38 years of Wogan’s, with one possible difference being that Norton appeared to remain sober.
The Brits will tell you with genuine surprise that they haven’t won Eurovision in years. I can probably offer some clues as to why, you see in recent years there is something called the Internet and live streaming, this means any country can watch Eurovision from another countries perspective, i.e. listen to your neighbouring countries commentary. Then there’s the unprecedented European migration into Britain by cell phone wielding maniacs texting their Grandparents in Armenia to relay the verbal atrocities being said about their national dances and costumes by the British Pig Dogs.
Britain’s commentary has one sole aim, and that is to mock every other participating country. Norton, and previously Wogan, launch an unrelenting - occasionally funny - tirade of denunciation and mockery towards their European neighbours. I personally found this oddly insulting to my intelligence, because Eurovision achieves this on its own, without the aid of a celebrity pointing out the obvious.
Anyway, what really counts is that the 24 other competing countries are freakishly serious about it! And then I became freakishly serious about it. So much so that I was moved to grab pen and paper to record my own scores, with my two judging categories being ‘Visuals’ and ‘Song’,
Time has now passed, my blood pressure has dropped, and I can barely remember what all the commotion was about. Except I still have my score sheet which I now review to reflect on the horror that was Eurovision, and the split second assessments I was forced to make between each performing country.
My piece of paper reveals quite succinctly what I thought, starting with the Norwegian song that would go on to win Eurovision 2009; Visuals; “Hate him”, Song; “Hate it”.
Israel induced a bit more commentary with its approach. Synopsis; enter Palestinian and Israeli female duo looking like sexy grim reapers singing over and over again ‘there must be another way’. I presume they weren’t talking about washing tips for getting blood out of children’s clothing. My succinct judgement at the time; Visuals; “misuse of a Palestinian”, Song; “Uck!”
I had to add an extra column headed ‘Extraordinary feats’ when the German entrant started tap dancing whilst Dita Von Teese, ex wife of Marilyn Manson, attempted to burlesque dance to a Ritalin drugged swing band about to blow its collective lolly in a bewildering crescendo of sound. And no matter how many times I re-watch the video, the moment German entrant guy's shirt comes undone to reveal his creepy man chest remains an apparent act of God.
My new ‘Extraordinary feats’ column would come in handy again later when the Ukraine offered their visual depiction of a Roman themed Fetish party. Judgement placed in my Song column....“No F-ing way”.
Needles to say, during the official vote counting, had it not been for the concrete walls of our flat, I would have been arrested for verbal ‘hate crimes’ against no less than 10 European countries.
So, for the same reasons I no longer watch International Rugby, I can never watch Eurovision again. It is too nerve wracking and stressful!!! Yet deep in my heart I know this is not true, because just like a road crash, next year I will feast my eyes on the gory sight all over again.
Roman Fetish Party - watch to the end if you dare
Bollywood pirates???
Soooo never going to Norway now...
911 operator: It's OK madam, that’s just Eurovision 2009!!!
Most of us have heard of the Eurovision Song Contest, but how many of us in the Antipodes really understand the gravity of what it is?
Lucky for you I will tell you. Eurovision is a road crash, a 25 car pile up, except the cars are actually European countries that fought to be in the road crash. After the road crash, one half of the victims sing soothing songs to calm the other half who are maniacally jumping around dazed and demented (sometimes in their bloodied national costumes).
Every country airs the competition with a national celebrity providing voice commentary whilst the tragedy unfolds. For 30 years, Britain had Terry Wogan whose great last sentences before retiring included: “Eurovision is a triumph of appalling taste” and “I don't want to be presiding over yet another debacle”, and when asked what he will be doing this year stated "I will sit there and get drunk, the same as when I was commentating".
This year Graham Norton picked up the mantel, and I have it on good authority that Norton’s approach is fairly indicative of 38 years of Wogan’s, with one possible difference being that Norton appeared to remain sober.
The Brits will tell you with genuine surprise that they haven’t won Eurovision in years. I can probably offer some clues as to why, you see in recent years there is something called the Internet and live streaming, this means any country can watch Eurovision from another countries perspective, i.e. listen to your neighbouring countries commentary. Then there’s the unprecedented European migration into Britain by cell phone wielding maniacs texting their Grandparents in Armenia to relay the verbal atrocities being said about their national dances and costumes by the British Pig Dogs.
Britain’s commentary has one sole aim, and that is to mock every other participating country. Norton, and previously Wogan, launch an unrelenting - occasionally funny - tirade of denunciation and mockery towards their European neighbours. I personally found this oddly insulting to my intelligence, because Eurovision achieves this on its own, without the aid of a celebrity pointing out the obvious.
Anyway, what really counts is that the 24 other competing countries are freakishly serious about it! And then I became freakishly serious about it. So much so that I was moved to grab pen and paper to record my own scores, with my two judging categories being ‘Visuals’ and ‘Song’,
Time has now passed, my blood pressure has dropped, and I can barely remember what all the commotion was about. Except I still have my score sheet which I now review to reflect on the horror that was Eurovision, and the split second assessments I was forced to make between each performing country.
My piece of paper reveals quite succinctly what I thought, starting with the Norwegian song that would go on to win Eurovision 2009; Visuals; “Hate him”, Song; “Hate it”.
Israel induced a bit more commentary with its approach. Synopsis; enter Palestinian and Israeli female duo looking like sexy grim reapers singing over and over again ‘there must be another way’. I presume they weren’t talking about washing tips for getting blood out of children’s clothing. My succinct judgement at the time; Visuals; “misuse of a Palestinian”, Song; “Uck!”
I had to add an extra column headed ‘Extraordinary feats’ when the German entrant started tap dancing whilst Dita Von Teese, ex wife of Marilyn Manson, attempted to burlesque dance to a Ritalin drugged swing band about to blow its collective lolly in a bewildering crescendo of sound. And no matter how many times I re-watch the video, the moment German entrant guy's shirt comes undone to reveal his creepy man chest remains an apparent act of God.
My new ‘Extraordinary feats’ column would come in handy again later when the Ukraine offered their visual depiction of a Roman themed Fetish party. Judgement placed in my Song column....“No F-ing way”.
Needles to say, during the official vote counting, had it not been for the concrete walls of our flat, I would have been arrested for verbal ‘hate crimes’ against no less than 10 European countries.
So, for the same reasons I no longer watch International Rugby, I can never watch Eurovision again. It is too nerve wracking and stressful!!! Yet deep in my heart I know this is not true, because just like a road crash, next year I will feast my eyes on the gory sight all over again.
Roman Fetish Party - watch to the end if you dare
Bollywood pirates???
Soooo never going to Norway now...
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Two new bears in Paddington
End of Jan 2009
Our Neighbourhood
Sha: We chose the place for its good vibe and proximity to bus, train, and tube services. With uncertainty about where we may end up working, we figured it had good access to most places. Furthermore, it was only a 3 minute walk to beautiful Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens.
For the first month or two we were still using the tube to be sure of getting to places, then with time we started walking more and more. Slowly, it began to dawn on us how close we were to everything that is quintessential London, though it should have been a clue when after walking to work through the park for two weeks I eventually noticed the drab brick building in the Gardens was actually Kensington Palace!
We can pretty much walk to anything located on two thirds of a monopoly board, but more about that later.
Sha with Paddington Bear
Foo: With Sha working, I spent a lot of time setting up the flat and on the phone to various utility companies. They tend to enjoy hanging up on you (accidentally or deliberately?) and for a country with cheaper power, gas, phone and internet than New Zealand, it does seem to take longer to get things done. A bigger population has both benefits and downsides I guess.
A couple of other differences – phone bills are billed every three months, although you can track your preliminary bill through their web site. One super call plan that British Telecom (BT) offer is unlimited calls to a host of overseas countries for only £5 a month. This means we can call landlines in New Zealand and Australia and talk as long as we want for next to nothing. If anyone wants a call - just let us know!
We signed up with power company nPower and still haven’t received a bill. I wonder if we are lost in the system? Wouldn’t surprise me…in fact, I bet we don’t receive a bill until just before we move out and are asked to pay our overdue account immediately. Hmmm, maybe I should chase them up on this.
Other exciting things…in the UK you have to pay a water bill each month as well as council tax. Council tax is similar to rates in NZ, however the person living in the house has to pay it, not the landlord. Paying for water and council tax are little things that you don't really consider when moving to the UK, but they do add to the cost of living a little.
We also had some hassles with getting our phone connected (BT messed up and we were connected to the wrong exchange). We then had the same problem with getting the internet set up leading to further delays (O2 messed up too and connected us to the same wrong exchange). To their credit, our broadband and cellphone provider O2 have been excellent with great customer service and their prices are very reasonable. Just don’t ask me how good their wireless router is :-(
Well, I think that is all for now on the 'set up house' front and after a visit or two to Ikea, we seem to be sorted furniture and homeware wise. Luckily the place was fully furnished, so we didn't have to spend too much £££.
My turn with the bear
Our Neighbourhood
Sha: We chose the place for its good vibe and proximity to bus, train, and tube services. With uncertainty about where we may end up working, we figured it had good access to most places. Furthermore, it was only a 3 minute walk to beautiful Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens.
For the first month or two we were still using the tube to be sure of getting to places, then with time we started walking more and more. Slowly, it began to dawn on us how close we were to everything that is quintessential London, though it should have been a clue when after walking to work through the park for two weeks I eventually noticed the drab brick building in the Gardens was actually Kensington Palace!
We can pretty much walk to anything located on two thirds of a monopoly board, but more about that later.
Sha with Paddington Bear
Foo: With Sha working, I spent a lot of time setting up the flat and on the phone to various utility companies. They tend to enjoy hanging up on you (accidentally or deliberately?) and for a country with cheaper power, gas, phone and internet than New Zealand, it does seem to take longer to get things done. A bigger population has both benefits and downsides I guess.
A couple of other differences – phone bills are billed every three months, although you can track your preliminary bill through their web site. One super call plan that British Telecom (BT) offer is unlimited calls to a host of overseas countries for only £5 a month. This means we can call landlines in New Zealand and Australia and talk as long as we want for next to nothing. If anyone wants a call - just let us know!
We signed up with power company nPower and still haven’t received a bill. I wonder if we are lost in the system? Wouldn’t surprise me…in fact, I bet we don’t receive a bill until just before we move out and are asked to pay our overdue account immediately. Hmmm, maybe I should chase them up on this.
Other exciting things…in the UK you have to pay a water bill each month as well as council tax. Council tax is similar to rates in NZ, however the person living in the house has to pay it, not the landlord. Paying for water and council tax are little things that you don't really consider when moving to the UK, but they do add to the cost of living a little.
We also had some hassles with getting our phone connected (BT messed up and we were connected to the wrong exchange). We then had the same problem with getting the internet set up leading to further delays (O2 messed up too and connected us to the same wrong exchange). To their credit, our broadband and cellphone provider O2 have been excellent with great customer service and their prices are very reasonable. Just don’t ask me how good their wireless router is :-(
Well, I think that is all for now on the 'set up house' front and after a visit or two to Ikea, we seem to be sorted furniture and homeware wise. Luckily the place was fully furnished, so we didn't have to spend too much £££.
My turn with the bear
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Ikea, shopping and the hunting of the flat
Jan 2009
After New Year, Heather lovingly exposed us to hell of hells that is known as Ikea. This was a ‘character building’ exercise and one that I hoped never to repeat. Alas, we must confess that we have since visited various Ikea stores a total of four times.
For the uninitiated, Ikea is a GIANT Swedish homeware store, very similar to Briscoes with a dose of the Warehouse and a couple of furniture stores thrown in for good measure. It has mocked up living spaces to help you understand the immense value Ikea can bring to your lifestyle. With it being a monolithic store, you could spend days wandering around trying to find that piece of Swedish furniture that matches your current décor and then spend an equal amount of time trying to find the way out. Luckily, they have arrows on the floor, showing you the ‘correct’ way to proceed through the store and that you can find your way out (and to the tills). It seems that others out there in blogland share my feelings as per this post. It also seems that cheap Ikea furniture can be useful for building insane Linux clusters as shown here.
Sha and Heather can barely contain their excitement
After recovering from our Ikea voyage, the following day Foo made the most of the end of the New Year’s sales and picked up a suit jacket and some new shoes.
Looking startled yet smart
Hmmm, not sure where my shoes went
The good die young, the bad get to work
Sha survived the plague just in time to commence a 3 month contract helping Her Royal Majesty out with some odd jobs. On my first day of work I learnt that the only correct piece of information that the Transport for London website would ever provide would be the time it takes to travel between Greenwich and Kensington, 1.5 hours to be exact. Ma’am had quite a bit that needed doing, in fact about 8 – 10 hours worth a day, sometimes more, so the reality of 3 hours travel on top of work wore thin quickly. As it happened, Perraine and Heather’s lease was due to come up in Feb so we all decided to look for a place in town.
Foo & Heather hunt for flats
While Sha was out earning a crust, I spent most of the time living it up. Ah, this is the life – the little lady out working while I relaxed with Heather, drinking tea and eating biscuits. Noooo, that is not completely true. I was also spending time researching a laptop to purchase, searching for an ideal flat to move into and even began the very first inkling of hunting for a job (although failed to get traction at that point in time, but more on that later!) Searching for a place seemed to take up most of my time and while Sha and Perraine were at their respective jobs, we hit www.findaproperty.co.uk to find something that suited our needs (location, transport, green, right size and right price). It was a slightly dispiriting affair; oddly enough rental prices seem to rise the closer into London you go and conversely property sizes seem to decrease. With Sha finding her nearly three hour commute hellish, we had to be closer to the action.
Heather and I popped out to a few places in Harrow Road in Ladbroke Grove which runs parallel to a canal (sounds really nice, but Harrow Road gets super busy traffic wise). Wow. The couple of places we looked at took me back to my flatting days circa 1997 – 2001 (actually, my flats in those days may have been a little better!). Threadbare carpet, huge deadbolts and a couple of well placed holes in the outside hallway, I started to have my doubts even if the price was right. Needless to say, we passed on that one! Another place a few doors down was similar, in better condition and even had a little outside area with BBQ. While better, the size was a little small and it definitely wouldn’t have worked for four of us. We were then taken to an incredibly tall building to look at a two bedroom flat situated on the 12th floor. This was a lot nicer, brilliant outlook and just the one small problem that sheer heights like this scare the hell out of me. It was also under offer so would only be available if that offer fell through. And on it went…
Next day, Heather, Sha and I took a look at a flat in Paddington (West London) and a second one near Regent’s Park (Central/North London). Paddington seemed okay (very close to Hyde Park and brilliant access to the tube) but wasn’t really suited to four people. Regent’s Park flat was bigger, but still didn’t do it for us and the price was higher.
Regent’s Park flat
Sha & Heather ponder, is it right for us?
Regent's Park statue
Sunday morning – a couple more places to see, this time in Shepherd’s Bush. Shepherd’s Bush has a reputation for having many Kiwis, Aussies and South Africans and we wondered if this was where we would gravitate towards?
We had a look at two places – one even had a garden out the back! But…it smelt like someone had been cultivating mushrooms and I prefer my fungi on a pizza, so this was out.
The second place fared a lot better, but once again size was an issue and the bathroom...well, take a look below and see.
Nice kitchen
Nice lounge (and TV!)
Bad naughty bathroom!
Apartment for rent, just round the corner from Princess Di’s old place
Finally, we got lucky with a real estate agent who had a property in Paddington that hadn’t been advertised yet. It belonged to a non-greedy landlord whose priority was getting good tenants and was willing to let the place go below the market rate to get them. When we were shown it on the Saturday, we had decided that it was a going to be a squeeze for four of us, but things did work out in the end.
To cut a long story short, Perraine and Heather decided to stay in Greenwich and we took the place on our own. We now take in short-term borders and have a nice balance between having the place to ourselves at times and making some additional income where possible.
The big move happened late Jan and we managed to get everything we had into one minicab (the driver didn't seem too happy though). Amazing how much extra stuff accumulates in the space of a month!
En route on Old Kent Road I spied the Holy Ghost Christian Centre next door to the Love Lounge. What a juxtaposition!
Holy Ghost Christian Love Lounge Centre
After New Year, Heather lovingly exposed us to hell of hells that is known as Ikea. This was a ‘character building’ exercise and one that I hoped never to repeat. Alas, we must confess that we have since visited various Ikea stores a total of four times.
For the uninitiated, Ikea is a GIANT Swedish homeware store, very similar to Briscoes with a dose of the Warehouse and a couple of furniture stores thrown in for good measure. It has mocked up living spaces to help you understand the immense value Ikea can bring to your lifestyle. With it being a monolithic store, you could spend days wandering around trying to find that piece of Swedish furniture that matches your current décor and then spend an equal amount of time trying to find the way out. Luckily, they have arrows on the floor, showing you the ‘correct’ way to proceed through the store and that you can find your way out (and to the tills). It seems that others out there in blogland share my feelings as per this post. It also seems that cheap Ikea furniture can be useful for building insane Linux clusters as shown here.
Sha and Heather can barely contain their excitement
After recovering from our Ikea voyage, the following day Foo made the most of the end of the New Year’s sales and picked up a suit jacket and some new shoes.
Looking startled yet smart
Hmmm, not sure where my shoes went
The good die young, the bad get to work
Sha survived the plague just in time to commence a 3 month contract helping Her Royal Majesty out with some odd jobs. On my first day of work I learnt that the only correct piece of information that the Transport for London website would ever provide would be the time it takes to travel between Greenwich and Kensington, 1.5 hours to be exact. Ma’am had quite a bit that needed doing, in fact about 8 – 10 hours worth a day, sometimes more, so the reality of 3 hours travel on top of work wore thin quickly. As it happened, Perraine and Heather’s lease was due to come up in Feb so we all decided to look for a place in town.
Foo & Heather hunt for flats
While Sha was out earning a crust, I spent most of the time living it up. Ah, this is the life – the little lady out working while I relaxed with Heather, drinking tea and eating biscuits. Noooo, that is not completely true. I was also spending time researching a laptop to purchase, searching for an ideal flat to move into and even began the very first inkling of hunting for a job (although failed to get traction at that point in time, but more on that later!) Searching for a place seemed to take up most of my time and while Sha and Perraine were at their respective jobs, we hit www.findaproperty.co.uk to find something that suited our needs (location, transport, green, right size and right price). It was a slightly dispiriting affair; oddly enough rental prices seem to rise the closer into London you go and conversely property sizes seem to decrease. With Sha finding her nearly three hour commute hellish, we had to be closer to the action.
Heather and I popped out to a few places in Harrow Road in Ladbroke Grove which runs parallel to a canal (sounds really nice, but Harrow Road gets super busy traffic wise). Wow. The couple of places we looked at took me back to my flatting days circa 1997 – 2001 (actually, my flats in those days may have been a little better!). Threadbare carpet, huge deadbolts and a couple of well placed holes in the outside hallway, I started to have my doubts even if the price was right. Needless to say, we passed on that one! Another place a few doors down was similar, in better condition and even had a little outside area with BBQ. While better, the size was a little small and it definitely wouldn’t have worked for four of us. We were then taken to an incredibly tall building to look at a two bedroom flat situated on the 12th floor. This was a lot nicer, brilliant outlook and just the one small problem that sheer heights like this scare the hell out of me. It was also under offer so would only be available if that offer fell through. And on it went…
Next day, Heather, Sha and I took a look at a flat in Paddington (West London) and a second one near Regent’s Park (Central/North London). Paddington seemed okay (very close to Hyde Park and brilliant access to the tube) but wasn’t really suited to four people. Regent’s Park flat was bigger, but still didn’t do it for us and the price was higher.
Regent’s Park flat
Sha & Heather ponder, is it right for us?
Regent's Park statue
Sunday morning – a couple more places to see, this time in Shepherd’s Bush. Shepherd’s Bush has a reputation for having many Kiwis, Aussies and South Africans and we wondered if this was where we would gravitate towards?
We had a look at two places – one even had a garden out the back! But…it smelt like someone had been cultivating mushrooms and I prefer my fungi on a pizza, so this was out.
The second place fared a lot better, but once again size was an issue and the bathroom...well, take a look below and see.
Nice kitchen
Nice lounge (and TV!)
Bad naughty bathroom!
Apartment for rent, just round the corner from Princess Di’s old place
Finally, we got lucky with a real estate agent who had a property in Paddington that hadn’t been advertised yet. It belonged to a non-greedy landlord whose priority was getting good tenants and was willing to let the place go below the market rate to get them. When we were shown it on the Saturday, we had decided that it was a going to be a squeeze for four of us, but things did work out in the end.
To cut a long story short, Perraine and Heather decided to stay in Greenwich and we took the place on our own. We now take in short-term borders and have a nice balance between having the place to ourselves at times and making some additional income where possible.
The big move happened late Jan and we managed to get everything we had into one minicab (the driver didn't seem too happy though). Amazing how much extra stuff accumulates in the space of a month!
En route on Old Kent Road I spied the Holy Ghost Christian Centre next door to the Love Lounge. What a juxtaposition!
Holy Ghost Christian Love Lounge Centre
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The New Year’s Eve that wasn’t
31 December 2009
All these trips involved various forms of London public transport used by 3 million Londoners every day. When you consider how we walked everywhere in Wellington, barely ever touching a public transport handrail, our immune systems must have been like untainted petri dishes seducing every known germ and virus. And that’s when it happened…
The Plan: Central London, 0 degrees, a fireworks display, and lashings of family friendly British pop!
The Reality: A mystery illness with plague like symptoms, accompanied by a Thorazine shuffle, delusions of grandeur and the belief that a state funeral would soon follow, because I am the Queen of England.
We simply called it Tubebustrainitis, and the doctors agreed.
And so ended the week after Christmas when tourists do roam. After numerous visits to the doctor, being fed like a baby, taking antibiotics and finally steroids, I was fit enough to start work, yay!
All these trips involved various forms of London public transport used by 3 million Londoners every day. When you consider how we walked everywhere in Wellington, barely ever touching a public transport handrail, our immune systems must have been like untainted petri dishes seducing every known germ and virus. And that’s when it happened…
The Plan: Central London, 0 degrees, a fireworks display, and lashings of family friendly British pop!
The Reality: A mystery illness with plague like symptoms, accompanied by a Thorazine shuffle, delusions of grandeur and the belief that a state funeral would soon follow, because I am the Queen of England.
We simply called it Tubebustrainitis, and the doctors agreed.
And so ended the week after Christmas when tourists do roam. After numerous visits to the doctor, being fed like a baby, taking antibiotics and finally steroids, I was fit enough to start work, yay!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Brighton Rock
30 December 2008
By now we had traipsed around quite a bit of London, and anyone who has been to London will know there is a lot of brick, and despite some amazing architecture in-between the brick, brick in winter can be very uncheerful and make you melancholic. And traditionally the British melancholic (and insane) are taken to the seaside for fresh air (or shock therapy).
It was one of those beautiful winter days where despite the cold air, the sun shone beautifully and the ocean glistened. Definitely just what the doctor ordered. The streets were wide, the buildings brighter, and only an hour on the train from London.
Nothing could ruin this magical day, not even slipping on ice and shattering my knee, not even trying jellied eels on Brighton pier, not even the seagull that swooped down and stole the jellied eel right out of my hand, not even the flu-like symptoms that were beginning to present.
We walked along the waterfront, played on the pier and visited the Royal Pavilion, a modest royal residence for the Prince Regent, who later became King George IV.
Side view of the Pavilion
Another view
Brighton Pier
Brighton has a lot going for it and despite the stony beach and cool air, it lends itself to a sense of calm that is lacking in central London. I can only imagine what it is like in the high season – no doubt completely packed out by all manor of transients.
The walk along the waterfront was spectacular – great stone cliffs had trapped the sun and heat was gently being released, allowing us to warm our weary bones. Despite Sha not feeling 100%, she soldiered on admirably and kept the pace strong and steady.
The start of our walk
The lovely warm cliffs
I never knew what a groynes was before!
Ah, lovely!
Spot the boat in the distance
An interesting stairway
Once we reached the end of the cliff walk, we had a couple of scones and cup of tea, although the establishment we frequented wasn’t the most hospitable. It is always a chore when you are viewed as an unwelcome guest, rather than a valued customer. If only the woman who served us could have smiled and perhaps had a tiny bit of customer focus, I’m sure it would have had us raving. I will however concede that the lemon curd was most spectacular.
To preserve Sha’s knee from further damage we took a quick bus trip back to the pier and explored some of the delights around and then on the pier.
Outside Sea Life Brighton
A fishy statue (or is it a dolphin?)
Looking onto the beach (from the pier)
With many thrilling rides available, some which appeared to plunge over the edge of the pier, I am sure there was something for everyone.
Sha with jellied eels (yuck!)
Ivor, Tarot Consultant
I note that Ivor's corporate clients include Cornhill Insurance, Deutsche Bank, GlaxoSmithKline and Guinness to name a few. Is this how they make serious business decisions!?
It makes me feel sick
Around and around it goes
There was even a ghost train
Fun for all the family
A final look back from the pier
Once sated with seeing the thrills on offer, we headed to the Royal Pavilion.
Wow! Simply amazing. As per most historical places like this, no photos are allowed inside, but with the magic of flickr, I was able to find some photos from 1987.
A bedroom
A dragon
Great set up for having a guest or two over
A piano
All the above photos were from Pip R Lagenta's 1987 visit to the UK. Please check out the photostream on flickr for even more photos.
Finally, here is a link to the Royal Pavilion's wikipedia page with the historical what not of who, what, why and when (boy, I must be feeling lazy today!)
After the Royal Pavilion, we headed to The George, a vegetarian pub for a slap up feed. I recall somehow everyone having their order messed up except for me…in fact, while I am a fan of meat, the food I got was great. Not too sure about the others. Actually, having done a little further research, it appears that The George used to be a fantastic vegetarian restaurant but it is now no longer as good as it used to be.
Notice on the men's bathroom door
Ah, so that is what they were talking about!
While trying to research Brighton, I did stumble upon a great blog, Brighton Daily Photo, which has some neat photos, such as this one.
Hmmm, what a busy day and I was left with only one regret - we didn't buy any Brighton Rock! I am sure we will return, so perhaps breaking teeth in Brighton is an experience to look forward to at a later date.
As we boarded our train and headed for home we had the dawning realisation that tomorrow was the final day of 2008. What delights would this bring and how would 2009 shape up? Tune in tomorrow to find out!
By now we had traipsed around quite a bit of London, and anyone who has been to London will know there is a lot of brick, and despite some amazing architecture in-between the brick, brick in winter can be very uncheerful and make you melancholic. And traditionally the British melancholic (and insane) are taken to the seaside for fresh air (or shock therapy).
It was one of those beautiful winter days where despite the cold air, the sun shone beautifully and the ocean glistened. Definitely just what the doctor ordered. The streets were wide, the buildings brighter, and only an hour on the train from London.
Nothing could ruin this magical day, not even slipping on ice and shattering my knee, not even trying jellied eels on Brighton pier, not even the seagull that swooped down and stole the jellied eel right out of my hand, not even the flu-like symptoms that were beginning to present.
We walked along the waterfront, played on the pier and visited the Royal Pavilion, a modest royal residence for the Prince Regent, who later became King George IV.
Side view of the Pavilion
Another view
Brighton Pier
Brighton has a lot going for it and despite the stony beach and cool air, it lends itself to a sense of calm that is lacking in central London. I can only imagine what it is like in the high season – no doubt completely packed out by all manor of transients.
The walk along the waterfront was spectacular – great stone cliffs had trapped the sun and heat was gently being released, allowing us to warm our weary bones. Despite Sha not feeling 100%, she soldiered on admirably and kept the pace strong and steady.
The start of our walk
The lovely warm cliffs
I never knew what a groynes was before!
Ah, lovely!
Spot the boat in the distance
An interesting stairway
Once we reached the end of the cliff walk, we had a couple of scones and cup of tea, although the establishment we frequented wasn’t the most hospitable. It is always a chore when you are viewed as an unwelcome guest, rather than a valued customer. If only the woman who served us could have smiled and perhaps had a tiny bit of customer focus, I’m sure it would have had us raving. I will however concede that the lemon curd was most spectacular.
To preserve Sha’s knee from further damage we took a quick bus trip back to the pier and explored some of the delights around and then on the pier.
Outside Sea Life Brighton
A fishy statue (or is it a dolphin?)
Looking onto the beach (from the pier)
With many thrilling rides available, some which appeared to plunge over the edge of the pier, I am sure there was something for everyone.
Sha with jellied eels (yuck!)
Ivor, Tarot Consultant
I note that Ivor's corporate clients include Cornhill Insurance, Deutsche Bank, GlaxoSmithKline and Guinness to name a few. Is this how they make serious business decisions!?
It makes me feel sick
Around and around it goes
There was even a ghost train
Fun for all the family
A final look back from the pier
Once sated with seeing the thrills on offer, we headed to the Royal Pavilion.
Wow! Simply amazing. As per most historical places like this, no photos are allowed inside, but with the magic of flickr, I was able to find some photos from 1987.
A bedroom
A dragon
Great set up for having a guest or two over
A piano
All the above photos were from Pip R Lagenta's 1987 visit to the UK. Please check out the photostream on flickr for even more photos.
Finally, here is a link to the Royal Pavilion's wikipedia page with the historical what not of who, what, why and when (boy, I must be feeling lazy today!)
After the Royal Pavilion, we headed to The George, a vegetarian pub for a slap up feed. I recall somehow everyone having their order messed up except for me…in fact, while I am a fan of meat, the food I got was great. Not too sure about the others. Actually, having done a little further research, it appears that The George used to be a fantastic vegetarian restaurant but it is now no longer as good as it used to be.
Notice on the men's bathroom door
Ah, so that is what they were talking about!
While trying to research Brighton, I did stumble upon a great blog, Brighton Daily Photo, which has some neat photos, such as this one.
Hmmm, what a busy day and I was left with only one regret - we didn't buy any Brighton Rock! I am sure we will return, so perhaps breaking teeth in Brighton is an experience to look forward to at a later date.
As we boarded our train and headed for home we had the dawning realisation that tomorrow was the final day of 2008. What delights would this bring and how would 2009 shape up? Tune in tomorrow to find out!
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