Girls of the 80’s
Posted on May 4, 2010
I was noodling on t’interweb, as one does, when I stumbled across some YouTube clips from the early 80’s – Haircut 100, Nik Kershaw, Howard Jones..
Then one by Deacon Blue
Remember them?
This got me a thinking about who I used to have teenage crushes on when I was about 13
So, in no particular order
Lorraine McIntosh – Deacon Blue
She was amazing, her jumpy uppy dancing, arms wide twirling, frizzy black hair, striking eyes and cool voice with a hint of her strong Scottish accent (especially on Real Gone Kid – live it up baby..) she still looks great today too, even if she did marry the lead singer
Clare Grogan – Altered Images
Who can forget the classics, I can be happy, Happy Birthday etc. Now Clare, singer of aforementioned group, was lovely in a cute cheeky girl next door kind of a way. There was something about her that I adored. Not the music so much, it has to be said, maybe it was the 80’s dancing again, who knows. Clare looks awesome today, better than ever. She also played Kristine Kochanski, Dave Lister’s love interest, in Red Dwarf, which was cool, although some of the other incarnations of Kochanski were also pretty fanciable (Chloë Annett – yum)
Bananarama
well, specifically Siobhan Fahey, the others really didn’t do it for me. Of all of them she was obviously the best looking and the most interesting. She later went on to be in Shakespears Sister as the divine gothy one. Mmmmmm.
Annabella Lwin – Bow Wow Wow
she was cool, gorgeous and exotic looking (being 1/2 Burmese) – she had the sides of her head shaved, wore cool clothes and was generally super trendy and lovely. *sigh*
Sade
Now, she was seriously exotic and out of everyone’s league (like the others weren’t! LOL) amazing smokey voice and eyes to die for, Sade was seriously hot. Smooth Operator indeed.
Cindy Wilson – B52’s
she was/is the blonde of the 2 female singers – famous for her beehive hair, crazy dancing and mad vocals, she was hot as a baked potato in the early/mid 80’s. She’s middle age now and looks more mumsy rather than sexy, but she’s still cool and still rocked when I saw the B52’s just before Christmas last year.
Rose McGowan – Strawberry Switchblade
Blink and you’d have missed them. Almost one hit wonders from the early 80’s they were a girl duo famous for their heavy makeup, polka dots, crazy beribboned hair and mad 80’s style arm-waving-but-feet-stood-still dancing. Rose was the younger of the two (in pink in the first pic) and by far the better looking, cute, big eyes and dark hair. They split up when Rose and Jill (the other singer) fell out big time. Worrying, she’s the 3rd Scot on my list!
So, who’s not on the list
Well, Whitney Houston, Madonna, Tiffany, Tina Turner, Pat Benatar, Debbie Gibson (cute, but way too American teen dream), Sinita, Mel and Kim, Donna Summer, Alannah Currie from the Thompson Twins (although she’s hot-as these days) and Alison Moyet or Kirtsy McCall, or Kylie (she never did it for me when she stared out. These days though, its a different story..)
There are so many others – some of the Belle Stars were quite fanciable, but I can’t remember anyone specific. Then we start to drift ino the early 90’s, the end of the male dominated New Romantic era and into an explosion of female bands and singers.
Next post – girls of the 90’s, after that, how much of a bollocking I get from Jay for these posts 😀
home by the sea
Posted on May 2, 2010
Sometimes I can go for weeks, living my life, oblivious to the fact that I live only a stones throw from the Indian Ocean and the most beautiful beaches.
Nuts isn’t it.
Other times, if there is no breeze and the world is quiet, I can hear the waves crashing rhythmically onto the beach as I drift off to sleep.
Today, I popped out to get some wine for dinner and drove the long way back (I say long way, its like a 1 minute detour) via the beach as the sky was looking interesting and I hadn’t taken any photos for ages. I only had my iPhone, but thats ok, it was never about the actual photograph, more about just being there for a few minutes.
It was beautiful – warm, gentle breeze and the crashing of waves on the beach. Perfect.
Crappy video too, complete with wave sounds 🙂
sleep
Posted on April 29, 2010
Its not been easy to sleep recently. I don’t know why particularly – obviously being sick for the best part of 2 weeks didn’t help any, but I’m still not sleeping well.
In an effort to understand this and to try to do better, I downloaded an app for my iPhone called Sleep Cycle.
Its a clever little thing – it uses the motion sensor in the phone to detect if you are moving in bed, and the amount of movement tells it which sleep mode you’re in – from deep sleep (no movement) to dreaming (twitching perhaps?) to awake (tossing and turning and looking at the clock. cursing detection optional)
It then will try to wake you up in the morning when you’re in your lightest sleep and as close to your alarm time as possible. So you could get woken up 30 mins yearly, but the theory is that you’re nearly awake anyway so you’ll feel clear headed and refreshed rather than when you’re woken from deep sleep when you feel like you’ve had an elephant thrown at your head.
It worked fine yesterday as I was kinda awake at the alarm time – it got me up a little early but its theory was good. This morning though, after a shit sleep all night, I was in deep sleep (finally) and it had no choice but to sound the alarm and wake me up from my coma. Ugh.
So, here’s night before last – lots of deep sleep and it woke me up before I went back into another deep sleep cycle – cool 🙂
Last night though – was awake lots, especially around 3am and it had no choice but to wake me up at my 5:45 alarm – 5am would have been better, but thats before it’s wake up threshold.
So, I need to find something to keep me asleep at 2-3am, cos thats when I really wake up. I also need to set my alarm a little earlier, cos I know I’ll be awake at that time, so I may as well get up – there’s not a lot of sleep benefit to be had after that point. I may use the time to go for a walk before getting ready for work.
day with the dead
Posted on April 26, 2010
Jay and I went up to Karrakatta Cemetery in Perth today to see if we could find the grave of her best friend who died 13 years ago.
Thanks to all the death and burial records being online now, all this information is (finally) easily accessible and we found her details pretty quickly. It was an emotional moment for Jay, who didn’t even know when she died, let alone where she was buried (its a long story and not mine to tell). Personally, I think it’s good to have a date and place to focus on, its been a long time not knowing anything.
Karrakatta Cemetery is the biggest in Perth – its huge actually, and home to many different denominations from Anglican, Catholic, Greek Orthodox, Jewish, Presbyterian and others. Some of the graves date back to the early 1900s, so its not old, but the variety is amazing. Personally, I loved the older graves, which were on sandy ground for some reason (the newer ones were on grass and better looked after) – there were large angels and old graves surrounded by ironwork. I love the messages of love on the graves, some people obviously loved each other so very much, its very reassuring.
I did take some photos, but they were crap, so had to photoshop them!
When I were young..
Posted on April 24, 2010
I found some pics of me from when I was a nipper, thought I’d share and make you all giggle..
I had blonde hair when I was small – now its very dark brown – how did that happen?
I think I may have needed a wee in this pic 😀
And one from the hole in the tree as per my earlier post – woo! The tree’s changed quite a lot – the hole has closed up a bit over the years.
God Bless America
Posted on April 23, 2010
Lets get this absolutely clear. I love America. Many wonderful and amazing things come from there.
The world invents something, often Japan, the plucky Brits, the odd Frenchman – and America runs with it and turns it into something amazing.
Take the modern internet (but h/t to top Brit Tim Berners-Lee for actually inventing it) for example – there’s no doubt that the US is the centre of the internet these days – I have no idea where this page is actually physically hosted, but I’ll bet it’s in the good ole USA.
This trusty and very desirable MacBook Pro that I am typing on – it’s a computer, invented in other places, manufactured in China or Japan or Taiwan or someplace, but designed (by an Englishman as it happens) and lovingly created in, yup, you guessed it, America. You don’t see the Brits or the Spanish or the Australians doing stuff like this. I don’t know why really.
Anyway, on to my point, and this is where many of my American friends will have to take a breath and realise I am not having a go at them, not at all. I love you guys (to coin a phrase). So, the story:
My wife (tee hee, still makes me giggle) is writing a book – it’s an Australian book, Aussie characters who say Aussie things. She went on a forum for critique, and got slammed for stuff that really highlights something deeper.
She got big red underlining and very rude comments for spelling. Words like neighbour, colour, realised, specialised, mum (I’ll come back to this one) and recognised.
Now, lets just take a minute here – these words are actually spelt like this everywhere outside of America – its quite well known. The dropped ‘u’ and ‘z’ instead of ‘s’ are American specific spellings. Now, when we get books and magazines from the US over here, we don’t melt in a puddle of rage at the misspelling, so why should everyone else in the world have to pander to them?
She also got slated in her book for things like when kids leave school, when they get a driving licence, car types and names, the use of the word ‘Ma’ when describing your mother (it ‘has’ to be Mom, apparently, ‘Ma’ is too redneck). Well, I’ve got news for you, America – people from Yorkshire who have emigrated to Australia often call their mothers ‘Ma’ – more to the point – no one outside of the US calls their mothers ‘mom’, but somehow in books and films that get exported around the world from America, we can get past this fact as we know that’s just the way it is in America, things are different, its ok.
So – why do we have to change stuff that’s not American? Why does Hugh Laurie, an English actor famous for his voice, have to play Dr House with an American accent when it’s not relevant to the story?
Listen up America – there’s a whole wide world out there that does things differently, spells stuff the differently (some may even say the correct and original way, but you’re big enough and ugly enough to have your own way if you want) and speaks differently. This is a good thing and we’ll be buggered if we’re going to change stuff to suit you.
Celebrate the differences, understand there are differences for good reasons and don’t try to make everything uniform American colour. I want to see actors from Australia (Sam Worthington in Avatar for example) speak with an Aussie accent in films – why should he have to speak with an American accent – hell, other people in the film speak with different accents – I don’t get it.
So, America, I love you, but I will never spell colour as color or attempt to disguise my (very) English accent. It’s what makes me me.
favourite place
Posted on April 21, 2010
Everyone has a favourite place in the whole world.
It might be your garden, somewhere you went on holiday, your bed (as in the case of Jay, who loves her bed more than anywhere else) or somewhere you grew up.
In my case, this place is Oldbury Woods, nr Ightham in Kent.
I grew up a few hundred metres from this place and spent my summers larking about playing army with my friends, building camps, learning how to make fires so we could cook baked potatoes in the ashes, my autumns scrumping strawberries, apples and pears from the orchards over the back, my winters sledging down its slopes and the spring walking about in the heady earthy green smell that just busrts out of every living thing.
Oldbury Hill is the site of an Iron Age hill fort – dated from around the 100 to 50BC – its pretty big, the ramparts being 2 miles long on the 2 longest sides. The woods that cover it are part of an ancient oak forest that used to almost totally cover England and a lot of Northern Europe too – called Andredslea or Andresweald in Saxon (pre-Normal conquest) times and its a magical place. The hill itself is pretty steep, a naturally defensible place with a flat top, made of greensand, so it drains well. There’s a natural spring in the middle of the fort, which must have been an added reason to build there. The ramparts, of which there are two, one after the other, are still just visible and were once separated by a deep ditch, now a shallow path but still visible on the top of the hill, as are the footings and trenches that used to be the bases of buildings. Amazing really – its more than 2000 years old and even though the fort was made of just wood and earthworks and its overgrown with trees, you can still see where it was and visualise how impressive it must have been.
Running through the middle of it is an ancient trackway – ‘wagon road’ – which dates back to 3000BC and older. It’s sunken 40 feet into the rock at either end from millennia of traffic, wagons, horses, pilgrims etc that used to use it as a main thoroughfare to Canterbury and the coast beyond.
The fort was overthrown by the Romans around 50BC, probably by Julias Caesar’s advancing armies – there is evidence of burning by where one of the gates would have been and lots of arrowheads and slingshot from the battle found by local archaeologists. There’s also Roman remains in the valley to the foot of the hillfort, so there must have been peaceful settlement after occupation. Its a very interesting place. More unusually, the greensand forms an ovecrop on one edge and also some pretty deep caves where evidence of middle palaeolithic (old stone age) occupation (50,000BC) with stone axes and flint (from the chalk downs not too far away) arrowheads uncovered.
So its a pretty cool place, steeped in history. And I grew up with it as the view from my bedroom window.
The most special part of it is a tree with a hole in it. Its a magical tree, my sisters and I used to clamber through the hole to our parents waiting arms when we were little and our kids have done the same. I need to get my mum and dad to send me a copy of that photo 🙂
So here, for your viewing pleasure, are some pics from when I took Ella and Henry there on such a gorgeous Spring day.
Oldbury Woods – my favourite place in the whole world.
So, where’s your favourite place and why?
castles (part3)
Posted on April 20, 2010
So, the last castle we actually went to visit properly was Hever Castle, only 30 mins drive from my mum and dads house.
Hever Castle is another fairytale castle, complete with moat, drawbridge and portcullis, surrounded by sculpted parklands with a maze and a Tudor village too. Its a fabulously beautiful place. Similar to the others, it has its foundations in 13th Century, with the earliest parts dating from 1270, which is pretty freaking old. The Castle as you see it today dates from Tudor times (1500’s) when it was owned by the Bullen family, who had one famous member, Anne Boleyn, who grew up there as a child. The castle changed hands into Anne of Cleeve’s family after Henry VIII lopped off Anne’s head and eventually into the hands of famous American industrialist William Waldorf Astor in 1903, who completed expensive and probably vastly expensive restorations to leave it in trust in the condition you see today.
So, Ella, Henry and I had a wonderful day exploring – it was a gorgeous warm sunny spring day too, so we had lots of fun in the maze and gardens before wandering around the castle looking at Anne Boleyn’s bedroom, her bedhead from her childhood and even the book she had with her when she was imprisoned in the Tower of London. Ella had been studying Henry VIII last year so she was very impressed with seeing history face to face as it were.
The daffodils were out in force in their formal gardens, so you look across the river that feeds the moat and lake across a sea of yellow towards the castle and Tudor village that the Astor’s built.
All in all, an awesome day – the kids played in the adventure playground until it was starting to get late and were so tired by the end of it that they slept the whole way back in the car 🙂 Job done!
castles (part2)
Posted on April 18, 2010
Leeds Castle was cool, a bit too cool actually, we ended up tired and cold and missed the driving rain by seconds as we got back to the car.
The next day was completely different – sunny and warm with a gentle breeze, so we went about a mile down the road to Ightham Mote, a wonderful moated medieval manor house, dating from 1320, perfectly preserved, and lovingly restored, hidden in a sunny wooded valley
Its an interesting place, as it is relatively modest by aristocratic standards, it attracted a series of modest and sympathetic owners who only subtly enhanced its liability and refrained from major modification. This means it really does look pretty much as it did in the middle ages. Cool!
The kids loved it, they thought it was so magical – and it is – its a marvellous place like no other really. Henry was a champ and managed to get around the place quite happily without touching anything too priceless, Ella did a quiz that the National Trust had laid on and we all got ice creams to finish. Beautiful day.
The best and mist curious thing is that I’ve lived almost next door to this place until I went to university, came back home a few times since and this is the first time I’ve ever paid to go in. Glad I waited, was nice to share something like this with the kids.
castles castles and more castles (part 1)
Posted on April 18, 2010
The thing about England (and the rest of the UK come to that) is that almost everybody lives in a castle.
There are simply millions of the things scattered about the country that if you don’t live in one, you live next door to one or a pile of stones that used to be one. I’m not even kidding – where I grew up in Kent, where my parents still live, there are probably 30 castles within 20 minutes drive of their house. There’s even a handful of Roman Villas, an old (now ruined) Palace (one of the biggest in the country in its day) and a bunch of pre-historic remains.
Kids love castles – they come with tales of knights, dragons, torture, kings, princesses, behead-ings, dungeons and, of course, garderobes (toilets that empty poos into the moat)
So we went to see some of the local ones.
First up – Leeds Castle. Not near Leeds, West Yorkshire, but Leeds in Kent. Its one of the prettiest best preserved castles anywhere, set in a large parkland with a fairytale moat and stories of King Henry VIII, plus it has a massive maze and lots of things for kids to do.
Sadly, it was frickin’ freezing and miserable on that day, but we kinda wrapped up (not enough though) and just went for it.
There were also (as is customary in these places) lots of peacocks.
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