I love hats! Ever since I was a teenager I've had an affection for hats. Although scientists have recently dispelled the myth that you can lose up to 80% of your body heat through your head if I can find an excuse to wear one I will! I have quite a lot of hats including a number of fur hats made by my grandmother who was a furrier back in the 1930s. As it happens we bore a lot of physical resemblances including the same size head which means I get the pleasure of keeping the memories alive every time I wear one. But the last three years this has been my favourite winter hat. I bought it on a shopping expedition with my mother. I saw it on display and fell in love with immediately. It cost more than I would usually pay for a hat of this nature but it was by Liz Claiborne, the leather is so soft and supple, it has a silky beige lining and it's absolutely fab! I guess you could call it my Huggy Bear hat!
Sports hats aside, not many men can carry off wearing a hat without having their sexuality or style called into question but one who can is the very talented Jay Kay of Jamiroquai. Jay's got real panache and so has his music. Yep, listening to Jamiroquai is better than wearing my hat!
But today folks I wanna see Jay naked! Perhaps the test of a really talented artist is whether they can perform well without all the gimmicks and the big backing bands. So let's see if Jay can do it without his hat and with very little else..... Here he is with Love Foolosophy...
Yep, he can do it; Jay's got the "it" factor without or without the hats! But hey, let's hear what he does best again in the groove with Love Foolosophy live at Abbey Road.
Mmm...Just great!
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Yesterday I received the following circular from my friend Mrs S who obviously thought it might be of interest to me as it’s entitled;
“You find out interesting things when you have sons….”
Now as I have three sons I am in a position to verify the accuracy of the following statements. Naturally, I’ve also added my own comments because that’s just the way I am. (Irritatingly long winded.) I’ve also worked out from point 20 that this circular originates from Australia which means I’ve had to revise my whole thinking about Aussies. Previously I thought the only funny thing to come out of Australia was Shane Warne.
Right here we go;
1. A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 200 m2 house to a depth of 10 cm.
Mrs T says -Yep and any kid with a brain knows a hosepipe does a much better job. And if you block up the toilet at the same time Mummy gets really cross which means your brother owes you 50p and a gobstopper.
2. If you spray hair spray on dust balls and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.
Mrs T says - Hairspray also makes a useful flame thrower for taunting the next door neighbour’s cat. I also finds it useful for lighting the barbecue, caramelising puddings and warming the toilet seat on cold winters’ evenings.
3. A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.
Mrs T says - True. But not as loud as his mother's.
4. If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 20 Kg boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint tin, to spread paint on all four walls of a 6m x 6m room.
Mrs T says - Don’t forget to get your son to remove the curtains first and even if he doesn’t it’ll still be a better job than his father’s. An ambitious Mummy will probably strap her son(s) to an electric train set and make him paint the skirting boards at the same time.
5. You should not throw cricket balls up when the ceiling fan is on. When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a cricket ball a long way.
Mrs T says - NEVER EVER let your child use a pair of rolled up socks as a cricket ball. When it falls inside the upturned light shade it starts a small fire.
6. The glass in windows (even double-glazed) doesn't stop a cricket ball hit by a ceiling fan.
Mrs T says - Yep, but at least your house is still standing.
7. When you hear the toilet flush and the words 'uh oh', it's already too late.
Mrs T says - That’s not quite true. It’s the second flush when the water starts pouring over the rim and a small child starts yelling “Mummmmy…. Benedict’s put his head down the toilet…” that you really have to worry. You have precisely 15 seconds to rescue son number three from a further drenching from his older brother, botulism and a mouthful of something rather unsavoury.
8. Brake fluid mixed with bleach makes smoke, and lots of it.
Mrs T says - Alternatively, learn from Mrs T’s grandfather; put floor ceiling wax in the engine instead of oil. It’s guaranteed to seize up the whole engine.
9. A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old Man says they can only do it in the movies.
Mrs T says - True. A six year old boy can light a fire with a flint rock. Especially with a flint obtained from his neighbour’s precious fossil collection. However, there IS one man who can light a fire with flint and that is Ray Mears (who also happens to light a fire in Mrs T’s knickers.)
10. Certain Lego pieces will pass through the digestive tract of a 4- year old Boy.
Mrs T says - Again, true. However, it will not pass through the cycle of a washing machine or tumble dryer without incurring a minimum payment of £50.
11. Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.
Mrs T says; Neither should hamsters.
12. Super glue is forever.
Mrs T says- Superglue is for mere novices. Here’s a tip don’t leave that tubes of DIY mega waterproof sealant lying around unless you want your smart leather sofa decorated in the Rococo style.
13. No matter how many jelly crystals you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.
Mrs T says -True. This is because only a Mummy can walk on water because Mummy is God and her word rules.
However, one unfortunate Mummy has often been known to slip on water, head butt the sink and cry “You little *******” especially at bath time when her sons have been playing “Sink the Bismarck,” “Dive, Dive, Dive,” and “The Cruel Sea.”
(It should also be noted that in the absence of a mop, Pampers Nappies make a useful absorbent pseudo cloth.
14. Pool filters do not like jelly crystals.
Mrs T says-However, crystals are preferable to small brown “movements” that float on water.
15. VCR's do not eject 'BL&T' sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.
Mrs T says - Neither do DVD players - but now I believe those rumours about Aussies being backwards; I was a disbeliever before. (Ho, hum)
16.Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.
Mrs T says - True, but parachutes make good garbage bags which is why I always use my knickers when I run out of refuse sacks. (Knotted of course, I ain’t silly you know.)
17. Marbles in petrol tanks make lots of noise when driving.
Mrs T says -They also make a (delightful) noise when being sucked up the vacuum cleaner when Mummy can’t stand skateboarding across the kitchen any longer.
18. You probably DO NOT want to know what that smell is.
Mrs T says - Yes, I do. Because I want more than 40 seconds to get out alive.
19. Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens.
Mrs T says - Nothing likes my oven. Fact.
However, I should point out that it is not advisable to look in any oven too long as your husband may gas you especially if you have a bad track record in producing unwholesome meals. Not that I do; I am a culinary genius. Well sort of… in a sort of dream fantasy way…
20. The fire department in Brisbane, Queensland, has a 5-minute response time.
Mrs T says - The Fire Department rapid response unit has a 13 minute ETA time to my house; the Ambulance Service has 10 minutes and the Police 2 minutes. (A member of the constabulary lives 3 doors down and had installed CCTV in the street to observe any strange goings on.)
I should point out that I know theses factors because;
The Ambulance service visited my house when Master Benedict took a nose dive of the kitchen counter.
I took a trip in the Ambulance when Master Sam head butted a brick wall.
I re-timed the ETA when I visited Casualty of my own choice when Master Jacob had a suspected broken arm from playing tag rugby on concrete. (However, that was not as embarrassing as his previous visit when he’d taken the top off a bottle of children’s paracetamol and was spoon feeding it to himself with a soup spoon.)
Regrettably, The Police have also visited my house. On opening my front door one evening I was duly shocked to find a police officer looking sternly at me;
“Do you have a phone M’am?”
“Ye…eessss…”
“I’m afraid we must investigate all incidents of heavy breathing.”
It transpired that Master Jacob had phoned 999 and left the phone off the hook after “entertaining” them at the station. Whilst Master Jacob was “entertaining” them according to Mrs C (My friend, the Police officer who lives down the road and was on duty at the station) said they could all hear me vacuuming in the background…….
The last time the Fire Service called….
Oh, I’ll just give you a tip instead…
NEVER roll up your socks into balls………
21.The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.
Mrs T says -Nope, it makes them dead. It also has the same effect on woodlice, beetles and... hamsters.
22. It will, however, make cats dizzy.
Mrs T says - Praise the Lord! I just love getting vengeance on them for vomiting on my carpet.
23. Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.
Mrs T says - Yeah, but it’s kinda satisfying. Especially when you scoop it back up and put it back in their dish.
Well there you go. More drivel from the mouth of Mrs T...
Today, Monday 12th January is the 50th birthday of Motown records and people all over the world will be celebrating the music label that spawned the likes of The Supremes, The Jackson Five, Marvin Gaye and a host of other amazing artists.
But the reach of Motown goes far beyond merely producing artists; it gave rise to a whole new brand of music, a merging of pop and soul that became known as the Motown sound. A sound which has since prompted whole new generations of singers and musicians to create music based upon and inspired by their love and knowledge of Motown.
In the late 1970s and early 1980s when I was a young teenager there was a resurgence of the 1950 and 1960’s Mod movement whose followers had originally favoured the sound of Northern Soul a UK derivative of the Motown sound. The 70s' mod revival was headed by The Jam but it was also associated with The Two Tone Record Label whose headline acts were Madness, The Specials, Selector, The Beat and Bad Manners. Like the early Motown groups which had furthered the cause of Black Americans within the music world and within society The Two Tone record label whose groups featured Black and White band members playing Ska music (which was an amalgamation of a number of diverse influences) it promoted racial harmony and even had a strong fan base amongst the controversial Skinhead contingent.
Out of the Two Tone artists my favourite were The Beat although Madness had more hits and more universal appeal - I preferred the more raw sound of The Beat. Their first song released in 1978 was a cover version of the Smokey Robinson song Tears of a Clown.
It was about this time of my life I first started going to discos. Unlike many “discos” which played predominately music like The Bee Gees, Edwin Starr and Earth Wind and Fire discos of this era featured the Ska music of The Two Tone Record label . Ska and Mod music was deemed acceptable to dance along with by adolescent boys ( i.e More than just their usual occasional nod and shift from one foot to the other whilst hiding behind a large potted plant.) Ska had its own particular dance style accompanied by the fashion of turned up jeans, trilbies, pork pie hats, parkas covered with badges or alternatively two tone suits and long thin ties. Girls wore mini skirts, dresses and even shoes in patchworks of black and white.
Amazingly, whilst looking on You Tube I actually found a video some guy has posted of himself dancing in the Mod/Ska style (regretfully without the correct dress but nevertheless wearing some stylish track pants) which if you fancy a giggle have a look below and you’ll see exactly the style of dancing I mean. Crazy! But back then it was really… hip.
Those days were great fun and at times very exciting; music was in our eardrums all the time and hardly a day passed without talk of the latest release. It just goes to show that with good friends and good music you really don’t need alcohol and amphetamines to enjoy yourself. (But chocolate is a different matter altogether - especially if it has a fluid consistency.)
I hope you enjoy all these videos for which ultimately we have to thank Berry Gordy and his aspirational dreams. After 50 years of success for Motown I guess we can say that sometimes dreams really do come true.
Here's The Beat;
And Smokey;
And someone who should know better!
Blimey, I love that crazy guy! As we say in England..."He's got balls!"
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Yesterday while I was trawling back through my blog for some of my favourite posts (see sidebar) I noticed that I hadn’t done the final instalment on my quest for The Blarney Stone. So I feel I must just quickly bring the story of my summer vacation to Ireland to an end.
I didn’t find the Blarney Stone. Damn.
Probably just as well don’t you think? I never wanted to be a politician anyway.
However, I did find something else……
On the return journey, I was on the boat feeling rather joyous knowing that later that same night I would be in my own bed. I’m rather particular about beds. I like them very soft not those tortuous “Excellent support for your back” kind of beds that are like sleeping on a layer of reinforced concrete. Anyway, I was fantasizing about my bed and encountering The Milk Tray Man when suddenly I heard a voice calling to me…..
“Mrs T, Mrs T….. Come hither, come hither….”
It was a seductive, mystical voice …. I felt my body being lifted out of my seat and being pulled gently across the boat……
“Mrs T, Mrs T …Come hither, come hither…..”
I threaded my way across the boat, the crowds opening before me like the parting of the Red Sea…I could not fight this strange overwhelming force….
“A little further Mrs T, a little further….”
My limbs became weak, I felt all resistance seep out of me…. A sweet lingering fragrance began to intoxicate me…. My spirit was lost… I was trapped in the power of the magic….
Suddenly a sharp voice broke me out of my trance…
“Will that be a large bottle of No5 or No 19 Madam?”
Ah ha! Has anyone been observant and noticed that Mrs T has a new badge in her sidebar? Uh huh... no one right?
I thought so. You've all been too busy gorging yourself on turkeys, mince pies and heaps of choccys right? Yes, alright so have I! Which means today, as it's the day the young masters return to school, is the day when I have to start The Diet.
Luckily, since I'll shortly be suffering from self induced acute depression I'll have plenty of things to keep me occupied including writing for the literary magazine The View From Here (Yep, that's my new badge) which I was very kindly asked to join by Mike French just before Christmas. I'm not sure if that was before Mike was "let out" but he's going to have to suffer the consequences anyway. It's too late now!
Now I was given a very flattering introduction ( I believe Mike's had a problem with hallucinations lately). Then for my first contribution I was a little sneaky (difficult when you're my size but I try) and I used an abbreviated version of my review of Paul's novel The Snowing and Greening of Thomas Passmore as part of post on the Top Reads of 2008. But today is my first real contribution; it's a short story called Epiphany. If you've got time, please pop over and have a read; I hope you'll enjoy it. It's something a little different from Mrs T.
The View From Here has also been nominated in the Best Weblog Awards as Best British Blog, as has one of its contributors, Kathleen Maher, for Best Literature Blog. So if you like what you see please vote by clicking on the icon below or on the one at The View From Here.
THE VIEW FROM HERE
Next time it's back to the silly stuff!
"Did I do enough grovelling for votes there Mike? No?? WHAT??? Give them my chocolates? Are you kidding?
Okay, okay, I'll get down on my knees and beg. Oh...alright I'll practice then....
Oh please, please, pleeeeeeeeease vote for The View From Here otherwise Mike will beat me with his Le Cruset Saucepan and torture me with his truncheon.
OW! That hurt....put that away Mike.....this is just a rehearsal..... I said stop it!......
Well 2009 is finally here and not a moment too soon for me. I’m sure there will be many of you across the world who, like me, will welcome 2009 with open arms.
2008 is a year that will be marked in my memory for a long time but I am not alone for across the world we all have our own personal stories of grief and hardship. However, empathy and love can makes losses and suffering easier to bear; it is healing.
But personal stories aside, last year was again fraught with terrorism such as with dreadful acts in Mumbai, numerous wars, famines such as the continuing crisis in Darfur and poverty. When I consider the fatalities caused by these events I know my own grief at family losses cannot match the death of even one innocent child in this world from poverty, starvation or conflict.
It is an awful world we live in if we allow such crimes to exist.
However, 2008 was also significant because many countries that have lived in relatively stable economic, political, and environmental climates began to feel the effects of the escalating global economic crisis. Food and fuel prices rose dramatically hitting families where it hurts most; in their pockets. The housing market, inflated by ludicrous loan schemes, started to collapse causing negative equity and repossessions and financial institutions built upon air and not substance began to crumble. Financial chaos ensued and ultimately the crisis developed into a meltdown of gigantic proportions. These repercussions will be felt for years and 2009 will not be a year for the faint hearted.
While the recession has been biting hard in the US and elsewhere for sometime, in the UK the impact is just starting to have a full effect. In the last few weeks some of our major retailers have gone into receivership, including MFI and Woolworths. The closure of Woolworths alone will lead to the loss of approximately 27,000 jobs. I already know some friends and relatives made redundant but the situation will undoubtedly worsen in the next few months when business contracts end and people begin to search for work in earnest. In a couple of weeks my husband's employers are closing down 50 vacancies at their head office and making another 100 employees redundant; scaling the HQ workforce down from 950 to 800. I'm optimistic my husband will make it through the first wave of cuts. After that? Who knows? No one is indispensable.
As usual over the last few weeks I've been considering my New Year Resolutions and it was with interest that I read Mark Stoneman's list. One particular resolution jumped out at me;
"I resolve to see material possessions for what they are: just stuff."
And you know I think Mark is spot on. It really would be a good idea if all around the world we stopped worrying about the size of our house, the speed of our car or even the latest technological gadget. We need to get back to basics; food, warmth and shelter for everyone. Of course, this sounds impossibly naive and as a history graduate I know that war, terrorism, poverty and famine are often the result of many complex issues which have no obvious or easy solutions.
However, that doesn't stop me from being the eternal optimist and believing that somehow there must be a way for us to progress individually and collectively for the greater good of mankind. Because you know what? I'd feel a hell of a lot happier knowing some child hadn't died of starvation in the time its taken me to write this post.
Maybe with all this current strife in this world our politicians, financiers and businessmen... those who lead the way... will review their actions and learn to make decisions based on both sound moral and financial resolutions before we fall into further ruin from which there might be no redemption. There must surely be a way that we can move forward as individuals within the framework of a caring but prosperous society. I hope so, I really do.
With the election of Obama there is an air of expectation, a desire for change amongst the masses and moreover there is now the opportunity for change. We need to embrace this moment. We need to get back to basics. We need to remember that food, shelter and warmth is a fundamental human right.
It's time to get back to the Bare Necessities and then maybe like Baloo and Mowgli we'd all be a lot happier.
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Well I mentioned a while back, that I was instigating my own blogging awards of which The More Bonkers than Bush award was the first. Just to remind you the recipients were SpeedcatHollydale and Master Sy of The Wheel is Turning but The Hamster Plays Dead ( because he's too tired for sex- again.)
Now let me introduce my second award; it's called The Ladies' Friendship Award. Now there are no rules or anything with this award; do with it what you will! Pass it on, ignore it or as in my case use it as a screen saver and dribble over it. Here it is...
Ooh Pierce is just so sweet and innocent looking; I'm sure he never gets into any trouble!
Now in pole position for this award is Usha for sending me this little New Year Ditty;
There was a droolable man called Pierce For whom two ladies fought fierce They never settled quite For whom he was right Those silly quarrelsome old dears
Excellent, excellent Usha. But where's the second verse detailing the rolling pins and the mud wrestling?
However, I also confer this award on ALL my lady friends on my blogroll and on blogcatalog and indeed all ladies the world over who respect the lovely Pierce for his fine acting abilities. (Cough, cough.) A special mention to Tamera, Eve's Lungs, Hill Grandmum and Onedia for following this blog from its early days. Thank you!
Now currently under development is The Male Friendship Award; all suggestions for suitable accompanying illustrations will be gratefully received. I will naturally give them careful consideration whilst getting plastered drinking martini (shaken not stirred) and painting my toenails.
On a final note, the new Doctor Who has just been announced. It is 26 year old Matt Smith;
Now, am I right? Isn't 26 just too young to play Dr Who? Peter Davison (also of All CreaturesGreat and Small was the previous youngest doctor at 29) was a complete disaster. More mature ladies like myself, Mrs A, Mrs M and all indeed ladies of my acquaintance prefer an older Doctor Who. At the moment Mrs T predicts sales of the 2010 Dr Who Annual will drop dramatically.
What say you readers? Will the new Timelord prove capable with his sonic screwdriver or will he just get lost in his tardis looking for his nappies? Let's have your thoughts!
gh your head if I can find an excuse to wear one I will! I have quite a lot of hats including a number of fur hats made by my grandmother who was a furrier back in the 1930s. As it happens we bore a lot of physical resemblances including the same size head which means I get the pleasure of keeping the memories alive every time I wear one. But the last three years this has been my favourite winter hat. I bought it on a shopping expedition with my mother. I saw it on display and fell in love with immediately. It cost more than I would usually pay for a hat of this nature but it was by Liz Claiborne, the leather is so soft and supple, it has a silky beige lining and it's absolutely fab! I guess you could call it my Huggy Bear hat!
side, not many men can carry off wearing a hat without having their sexuality or style called into question but one who can is the very talented Jay Kay of Jamiroquai. Jay's got real panache and so has his music. Yep, listening to Jamiroquai is better than wearing my hat! 
