Sunday, 10 November 2013

Postcards In Books

Getting the train up to London recently, felt a bit like being in the library. Everyone was reading and I started thinking would the bookmark they use tell me more about the person then the book that caught their eye. A busy admin worker may use a pen, a teacher just fold the corners of a page. Would the traveller with a ‘what does my name mean’ bookmark be someone constantly trying to discover more about themselves. Would someone who uses a postcard or a photo have amazing memories, or a dreamer with places in the world they want to see.

These days lots of people now have Kindles. I remember when they were new on the market; my friend Tanya told me that every time she went for her lunch, people would say – ‘Oh is that a Kindle?’ She would then spend the rest of her break answering questions about how good it was and how it compared to a real book. She never got much reading done.

There are still the idealist, who stand by reading a real book. The Un-Revolutionists who would shun a electronic device or the inter-web-net for the feel of turning old pages and the excitement of delving further into a story. At my local library in Brighton they have story time for the kids, homework club and book signings with novelists talking about what motivated them and what they wanted to give to the reader. Recently Terry Pratchett visited to talk about his most recent Discworld Novel. The photos here are of a huge paper Dragon and the scales glued on to it are pictures that children and adults have drawn. The idea was to open the book to a random page, pick a word and draw or write something about it. The Dragon has now been hoisted up in the air – it looks Awesome!

















A piece of advice given to me recently by my pal Hannah, was that when the Library gets boring – just find someone to play hide and seek with. But where would you hide? A random filing cupboard or a draw big enough to nestle down in? I reckon you would need to find a real dark, dingy corner to hide effectively, where they kept the boring old books.  Perhaps the answer is to just sit with a newspaper over your face in a crowd of people and try to look inconspicuous. I have been thinking for a few years now that the best place for a boy to take a girl to get to know them would be the Library. If you were meant to have fun it would be by messing around in such a simple place. Finding smutty words and rude sounding phrases to share with someone and try not to laugh too load. Interesting facts and pictures. The time would be spent pulling silly faces and doing ridiculous things.

To me the best date ever would be for me and a girl to put on our Ninja costumes, break into the library at night and steal the last pages of every single book. No longer would people be disappointed by how the story ends they could just make it up themselves. We would start a movement in society where everyone would burn the last page in every book and spotty teenagers would develop exotic wormy viruses that would sneak through the internet-web and kill every last paragraph. The Daily Mail would liken our society to Nazi Germany and Underground Gangs would no longer trade in drugs or guns because the last pages of books would be worth so much more. So if tomorrow you hear on the news about a library being broken into and the last page of every book stolen, then you will know two things. I finally had a really good date and that someone was just trying to set you and the rest of the world free!

This summer I was walking past a charity shop and I saw some ‘Choose your Own Adventure’ books  in the window; ones like my  two sisters had given me when I was a kid. The idea was that you choose how the story progresses and the ending was based on your own decisions. You could be a Spy, an Outlaw, a Mountain climber or just go and investigate a Spooky old house with some mates. Every so often the book would ask you to make a decision and divert you to another page. Would you go down into the basement of the Spooky house or just pussy out? When the Bear runs at you on the mountain top should you stand still, make a noise or run away. Personally I would start by craping myself, I can’t remember the answer so I should go back and buy the book just in case I get attacked by a Bear (if I ever go to Alaska). I should also let you know in a future blog.


Out of the 9 ‘Choose your own Adventures’ I saw in the window that day,  me and my sisters owned 7 of them. Strange? Could someone have bought my books at a car boot sale years ago and the exact copies were now there in that shop. I know there was someone who made the same bad decisions that I made. As a Spy they followed the attractive girl into a room and a Death Ray fried them, leaving only a shadow on the wall. I guess we’ve all been burnt in life in a similar way. Hopefully the reader got the chance to rescue Maid Marian from the Sheriff’s Tower like I did and they found out the Spooky House was nothing to be scared of after all. 


Our lives bring us to places where we have to make choices, some can be pretty big. It may take time to really understand what will make us happy and consider our options carefully. In life  you may have found the best characters, I have Awesome friends who have shown me what it means to be strong, they helped me find my way when I felt lost. Characters who have made me laugh till I felt sick and whose words have made me see the world differently. It’s the Coolest and most embarrassing thing to say to someone they mean a lot, so I rarely do. If you have friends in your life that support you this way, you are lucky and you have done a good job looking! They will support you no matter what! You're choices are part of learning and as such they are a gift




















This may make perfect sense, if you are in a destructive or silly mood - Go and push over a shelf of books. Because only then will you have a very real concept of what life is about. It’s a mess! Pages and stories get caught up and damage each other, they maybe should have never been thrown together at all. But books can always be fixed. As you put things in order you can round up the books you want to have close. When you look back on your life the perfect moments you found will have been shared with different people, in a whole host of stories - good and bad. Learn, become resilient, stronger. Chaos can be the absolute best! You surround yourself with the people who mean something to you. Somewhere you will find your favourite book.

(Note: Do Not go and push over a shelf full of books – its dangerous and you will get in trouble. – it’s a metaphor)

Sometimes you will discover someone who is funny, kind, spontaneous, wild, all the things you try to be. My friends often tell me I am all of these, but I reckon I have a lot to learn from someone about those simple nutty things. Meeting up with someone on a date or making a new friend it can often be surprising to find someone who understands why you are so daft. The reason might be you have a lot in common or just luck that you get on so well. The truth from a boys perspective when you find someone you connect with - is that the girl sitting opposite is important and interesting. Every page you read meant you wanted to turn to the next…

Sticking your nose in a book can often be seen by others as a lonely experience, but you can always read a book together, with a person you have fun with. Life is about companionship, friendship and discovery. Reading is about getting to know about a place or a person a little better. These are the things that can change a life, an opportunity may come along that never will again. A chance to see where the Rabbit hole leads. In short  a New book can be an Amazing thing! Keep Reading


Tuesday, 5 November 2013

8 ZOMBIE JOKES for the Undead Stand Up Comedian

So I've been a Zombie for about 3 weeks now....I Love it! I do all my own Stunts. Ever since my mate Stuart pushed me out a window I've had a few problems walking, but other then that I feel Great! I'm out every night seeing friends for a bite to eat. Getting Shot, you know 'The Usual'

But being a Zombie doesn't pay the bills, so I'm thinking about doing some stand up comedy. Hope the jokes aren't too silly for you -

1. Hey Honey, I went into Zombie town to get that Shampoo you like. Cost me 'an arm and a leg!'

2. People say I've got my Mother's eyes... but I ate them

3. I tell ya, if I knew there was going to be a Zombie Apocalpse I would have surrounded my house in Treadmills

4. Just fed up of my Zombie girlfriend moaning all the time... pass me the shot gun.

5. Did you hear about the Dyslexic zombie... he ate my Brian

6. My Zombie Girlfriend jumps on me, every night when I come back from eating people. All she wants is Sex Sex Sex. I'm soooo tired and I just can't help dropping off now and then

7. What did the Zombie do after he dumped his Girlfriend... Wiped his Butt!

8. Met up with a cute Zombie girl the other night - she was all over me. Crazy! Next thing you know she's cooking me Legs for breakfast


Fin


Monday, 23 September 2013

The Colour Run

Seems like every year I hear about lots of  new and really fun ways to support local and national charities. The idea behind the Colour Run is a 5 kilometre dash through several gates where volunteers throw powder paint all over you. The aim of the day is to raise money for 'Stand Up to Cancer' & 'Cancer Research UK'.

There's maybe not so much running but there is a lot of joking around and even rolling around on the floor in the paint (if you want to go for a more colourful finish). I accidentally ate some Pink - but I'm fine! After the race the organisers put on a DJ set, so the big crowd of people could have a dance and throw paint up in the air or even at each other.

I hope you enjoy the photos most are from my pal Celine (Great!) There was a group of about 9 of us; we had such an awesome time and Hannah organised for us to go to the pub after for a 'Bangers & Mash' lunch!




















Locations for 2013 were Brighton, Belfast, Manchester and London with 2014 still to be announced -  http://www.thecolorrun.co.uk/


Saturday, 31 August 2013

Football - When I was a Kid!!!


COMMING SOON!

Chalkin on the Pavement (Song)

The best songs for me are told as a story and not just a collection of feelings and ideas. I'm one of those 'Old fashioned' kinda kids who still buys CDs and reads what's inside. At Gigs I often try to listen to what is important to the singer on stage. Love, friendship and breakups - these are all things an audience can relate to but not always easy to explore these subjects within the confines of a verse. I see alot of new bands fall down as they don't take enough risks in their writing or forget that a person should walk away feeling they have truely learnt something new.

I have discovered some really great lyricists this year, far better then me. But I am happy that the songs I have written recently are just fun and nothing to be taken seriously! Here is my attempt at a mushy love song...

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Chalkin on the Pavement

On my doorstep, I sit and I watch you
Chalkin pictures on the floor
We get talking
About all the places we never been before

You don’t notice, all the people smiling
But they stare at every one
I love to see that angry look in your eyes
When they walk across the things you’ve done

(CHORUS)
You’ll see a change in me
I got your drawings on my wall                  
All the places you wanna go
Yeah I think they’re Pretty Cool!!!!
I found your Dreams
In a Sketch Book in a draw
Gonna save my money
I want to help you see them all

I see the chalk dust, on the side of your hand
As you move your finger ‘cross the glass
The bus is steaming up, your drawing faces
At the people going past

You draw a stick girl standing with a stick boy
On an Island out at Sea
You even write on the window what they’re rowing about
So I know that it’s you and me

(CHORUS)

So the rain came down, with that crippling sound
I hear the parks gonna close today
So we grab some clothes and our mobile phones
It’s time for us to go away

The rain may have faded the chalk on the street
But not the promises we laid down
I watched as the colours fell into themselves
Like a Sunset on the ground

Like a Sunset on the ground (Repeat x4)


Sunday, 18 August 2013

A Tiger's Tale

‘What of the Hunting, Hunter Bold?
      Brother, the watch was long and cold.
Where is the power that made your pride?
      Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side’…
                                                                from The Jungle Book

What I find the most incredible about Tigers is their adaptability and their nomadic existence. They will wander for huge distances in search of new hunting grounds. When I think of them nowadays I no longer imagine ‘Shere Khan’ walking silently through the jungle, stalking his prey. We often see photographs of Tigers in the snow (which always seems strange to me) and watch television programmes of them cautiously pacing through swamps and mountainous regions.

It is worth remembering that Tigers have been around for over two million years and in that time the Earth’s climate has pulsed from the frozen glacial ages to warmer wetter climates, bringing the forests and jungles we see today. The biggest cat of all is the Siberian Tiger, able to survive in temperatures as low as -35’C. There are three important factors which are key to a Tiger’s success. Water, a plentiful food source and just as important is the need for adequate natural cover. Without this a Tiger lacks the element of surprise in hunting. It also requires shelter to regulate its body temperature whether this is from blizzards or the suns searing heat.

There has always been a demand to see more of these creatures with their striking design. They have a hidden ferocity and strength, a lethal grace that makes them the perfect hunter. Their eyes are keen yet they have a wise look in them. There is a deep respect for Tigers within the cultures they have touched directly. In Siberia there are tribes that call them ‘Old Grandfather’ or ‘Brother’, protectors of the ginseng root.  In Warli marriages in India both bride and groom will wear red and yellow head-dress in their honour. If their tribe's Hindu Goddess of love sanctifies the wedding all will be well, if not the cloth will turn into Tigers and eat them both up!

Tigers will eat just about anyone: most commonly Bison, species of deer known as Chittal and Sambar, they will even chase a Leopard into a tree. But due to their size Tigers are very poor climbers so will often give up at this point. They can stalk a solitary animal for hours and will sometimes return to a herd for 2-3 days looking for the right time to strike. They are the largest of all the cats and require a huge amount of energy to keep them going. Therefore they will only sprint for around a hundred yards and aim to put their prey down quickly which is defiantly the smart approach. Tigers can also see in the dark and will become nocturnal if their prey is more active at night or if they live close to man and feel roaming in the dark is safer.

As far a family life goes Tiger males are always respectful to females and will not approach her for mating till she is ready. He knows this by the way she roars and sprays across the ground. Although males are often 1/3 times larger then a Tigress, she can certainly pack a healthy wallop if she is unhappy and so this respect is also another smart move. Tigers may fight Bears or Pythons, they may take on Bison three times their size and weight, but a female Tigress will always be his toughest threat. However if he is lucky he may have several females within his territory to choose from.
  
Tiger cubs are very inquisitive and playful creatures, always exploring their environment. Litter sizes range from 1 to 5 but on average 3 younglings are born at a  time. You may often see documentaries where cubs are wading in the water with their brothers and sisters, messing around with sticks or teasing smaller creatures. But work starts early and at the 3-6 month stage their mother will start teaching them the skills of hunting. It is common for a Tigress to catch a wild pig or young faun beneath its paw, releasing it for their cubs to make the kill. It is important that a Tiger develops the agility and judgement to take down an animal quickly, using gravity, momentum and the animal’s weight against them. If done incorrectly a Tiger could be crushed to death by a larger animal or more commonly they may suffer an injury. An injured tiger can not hunt and will inevitably starve.

The Tigress must always be aware of the dangers that her younglings face, there are natural predators such as Wolves or Sloth Bears that will take a cub if they are not protected. Fathers are often close by too and will defend their families against rival males. At around the 2 year mark a mother will force her cubs away, it is vital to disown them at this time. Tigers need a huge amount of meat to sustain them and so must branch out to their own hunting areas and this is why they are solitary for large parts of their lives. Also the Tigress will naturally want to start a new family at this time. As Tigers push out closer to human villages there is the danger of being killed by poison, traps or by poachers and its startling to think that on average only 1 cub from every litter will survive to full maturity.

Humans and Tigers have always been in conflict for a variety of reasons. Tigers are opportunists, they will kill and eat a human if one encroaches on their territory. They eat fish and livestock: they were considered pests when settlers came from Russia and the West, who killed them for sport and the desire to introduce wider farmlands. Their numbers have diminished to frightening levels with some species only having a few hundred left. In China Tiger bones have always been used in medicine and in Nepal their fur is used for religious ceremonies. Killing Tigers is completely wrong but it is something ingrained in the workings of these cultures, laws must be tightened and people re-educated to ensure any real progress.

Projects in India and other parts of Asia have seen the creation of huge National Parks designed to protect tigers, but the answer to the problem is not quite that simple. Many villages have been relocated to make room for the parks. This not only leads to resentment but also the increase of illegal poaching and fishing as former villagers believe they should still be allowed access to their ancestral lands. It becomes impractical to condemn the actions of others without at least trying to understand the reasons. Many people in these areas have families and want to create a better life for themselves. Uprooting communities in such a way means they have to rebuild their own economy: they need support to do this and help to build up new external trade links. 

As we know Tigers are hugely territorial, a single adult may prevail over an area of 4 square miles in the south to 70 sq miles in the north, roaming further when there is less food. With emerging cultures like China and India constantly pushing out due to industry and population growth, some species find themselves at the tipping point. The land that Tigers now inhabit has become fragmented and for them to stand a chance these must be connected by ‘land corridors’, allowing them to reproduce effectively. Their success will inevitably come down to those who are willing to take up the moral slack. A lot of hard work, compromise and resources will be needed, but I know I would rather read about animals in a magazine then in a museum. Humans are natural builders and we create amazing things. We are problem solvers and the world is a big place. We should be enlightened enough to find a place for everything we share the planet with.

I think it is possible to look into a Tigers eyes and see great curiosity and ambition. We understand that they have such awesome strength controlled by the truest of patience. They are intelligent and adaptable creatures. They have a Traveller's Soul. When I think about what motivates us in our lives and the type of people we want to be, than perhaps these are the qualities we both aspire to