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Christmas Corporation: 365-11

Corporation Street

Corporation Street

Walking along Corporation Street in Birmingham, where I went for a meeting on Saturday, I noticed the mid-morning January sunlight anachronistically silhouettings the city’s Christmas decorations onto this gorgeous facade.


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And the Sun Still Rises: 365-10

And the Sun Still Rises

And the Sun Still Rises

Just when you think that even though the days are technically getting longer, the daylight is still doing its shy best to hide behind grey clouds, fog and rain, this morning’s crisp but vibrant sunrise restored my faith in the Yorkshire weather. Not that I think this photo really does it justice . I do love the way the sun can be seen glowing like fire through the trees, as it peeks its head above my garage roof.

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Victorian Explorin

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Leeds Festy 2011

Tents and that

Leeds Festival is a bit of a special one for me – it was, in a former incarnation, the first festival I ever went to (when it was V97, back in er, 1997, and before the line-up turned into the commercio-fest that we expect from V in this day & age). But I’m not going to talk about bands here, I’ve written about those over on Gig Ape this year. If nothing else, please do scroll down to the end of Sunday’s report and check out my Pulp review, they really are something incredibly special live, and Jarvis’ lyrics are truths we would be wise to pay attention to.

Jamie shot Pulp

Coming from Leeds though, the festival feels like a big trip down the local, (or a big house party in a field) and it’s great to be able to catch up with people I’ve not seen for a little while, or a long while, and to know that I can turn up at most of the stages or bars and unexpectedly bump into someone I know. That’s the kind of thing that makes a festival for me, the people I’m there with and the atmosphere – being there on your own is pretty rubbish really. I tried it once. Not the best plan I’ve ever had.

I’ve not seen any of the folks I normally see around Leeds for quite a long time, as I’ve not been in Leeds for the last 8 months, but fortunately almost all of them make it to Leeds every year and it was great to see them all, and to get to know some of them even better. I met new folks too, for instance, dad-to-be Morgan, the Australian Bon Jovi,

Livin' on a Prayer

and a Astor, a bemused Icelandic man I engaged in conversation about his homeland for probably just a little bit too long. Old friends from Skipton Tom and Jess (Tom now lives in Swansea) also turned up at the NME stage, and even more unexpectedly my friends Fran and Bunny who live in Cornwall and who I’ve not seen for 2 years got in touch to hang out on the Sat & Sunday. Icing on the cake!

Team Frunny

But this year, Leeds had an even better reason for it to be a bit special, because it’s the first anniversary of me meeting my boyfriend Jamie.

My better half

I don’t think either of us expected to meet someone at last year’s festival, let alone still be with them a year later. I’ve never much seen the point in schmalzy anniversary celebrations, so that’s why I’m glad we just did something small that meant something to us. Sneaking off back to the campsite in our wellies, to have a candlelit Thai curry dinner with bubbly in mismatched plastic crocks shits all over Hallmark. With apologies to anyone and everyone who we might have made feel a bit nauseous, Leeds fest 2011 was again, lots and lots of fun.

(Do make sure you go and see Pulp if you get the chance)

Check out this photoblog of Leeds fest irrelevance I and a few friends contributed to for A Negative Narrative. Includes flying babies and velcro beards.

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The Music – The Last Dance

I’ve had this weekend off from Festivals but I’ve not been able to keep away from live music (oops)…

Leeds-born The Music have called it a day after 10 years together doing high-octane dancerock both here and in far flung reaches like Japan. I’ve never got to see them live before, but their 2004 album Welcome to the North was the soundtrack to my daily commute for nigh on 6 months, with it belting out of my car and me screaming along at full volume as a whizzed over the East Lancashire moors. When they showcased their 3rd album with a series of small shows at The Cockpit in Leeds 3 or 4 years ago, there was an awful lot of respectful buzz about it from those that did go. Their live reputation it seems was a force to be reckoned with.

So with their 2 last-ever shows in their hometown, how could I resist? I’m incredibly glad I went, it was one hell of a fast-paced party, there was not one person who didn’t know the words, and an electrifying buzz I’ve not felt at a gig for a long time, let alone one in a venue as big as the Academy.

My review will (all being well) be up on Clash soon & I’ll post the link when I have it. In the meantime, this awesome video of Welcome to The North has been doing the rounds on Youtube, courtesy of JoJoMac2010. Enjoy.

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Four Countries in One Day

So I guess we’re off to Brussels then?

Not ones to skimp on starting out as we mean to go on, we took in not one, but four countries our first day of our exploration of Europe from London to Istanbul. Cue some Crowded House please.

Some of you may think counting the UK and London as one of these is cheating, but we started out there so it counts in my book. We’d also never been on the Eurostar before or indeed through the Channel Tunnel so that was an adventure long coming. Unfortunately it started off badly – despite us diligently checking in on time so we could take pics of the always stupendous St Pancras station…:

“The Goodbye” at St Pancras station

…we were told to stand in the naughty corner to finish our coffees before putting out bags through xray, then found we had to wait in the “lounge” with only overpriced breakfast from just 2 different shops available. And of course the train was running late. All this makes me so proud of Britain..!

I can’t complain though as it was so early that I wasn’t functioning properly either, as after looking at this departures sign I temporarily forgot that Paris had a Disneyland and wondered how on earth the train was going to take people to California… (still looks cool though I think).

Mickey Mouse departures

So, overzealous and underefficient country number one out of the way (it’s interesting to note that I am now writing from Vienna having passed through France, Belgium, Germany and into Austria that the UK is still the only one where I’ve had to show my passport or have my luggage checked in any way – Daily Mail readers will be in outrage I’m sure but you know what? It’s nice to be trusted the same way as when I travel from Leeds to London), we whizzed through northern France and into Brussels, the capital of Belgium.

Veerle and me looking (and feeling) really cold, despite our Icelandic outerwear..

My fabulous and effortlessly classy friend Veerle, who I met at Airwaves and who works in Brussels, met us to took us a lovely cafe called Zebra for lunch (I had traditional chicory soup and properly minty tea with fresh as well as dried mint tea leaves), while we gawped at the colourful continental cafe’s clientele.

Minty Minty The

Zebra Cafe

She also directed us to all the sights we’d be able to cram in in 4 hours, so off we wandered to the Grand-Place, the incredibly pretty central square that was rebuilt by the city’s merchants guilds following its destruction by Louis XIV in 1695.

Le Grand-Place

Here we almost immediately were approached by a friendly chap with a big Nikon round his neck called Raffaele. He is a German photo-artist and is in the process of collecting thousands of photos of different people’s faces to print and use as 6×4″ sized “pixels” to make one giant face.


Apparently we seemed like cool people and he wanted our pictures for his project, which was fine by us and we happily obliged, because we’re generally attention seekers. He told us he was in Brussels to judge a Warhammer miniature design competition, which I was completely clueless about but when my travelling companion Dave walked past Brussels’ branch of Games Workshop and saw these in the window, everything suddenly became clear!

Closet Warhammer fan Dave

No visit to Brussels is complete without a Belgian waffle (check me out ordering one in French with no help!), some Belgian beer (ours was brewed by monks and found its way to us via the local supermarket for consumption on the sleeper train), and a quick gawp at the Mannekin-Pis, a foot-high naked cupid sculpture that forms a fountain in central Brussels. I think you can probably guess where the water comes out. It’s not much to look at in itself, so here is a picture of Japanese schoolchildren posing in front of it, an equally traditional site in Brussels, and much easier to find than the statue itself for obvious reasons:

Japanese Tourists are a major attraction in Brussels

Our train to Cologne was about to leave though so off we popped Deutschlandwards. We didn’t have a stop in Germany but we did manage to see two sights which are helpfully within the station. Firstly the Cathedral which I didn’t expect to be virtually touching the front of the Bahnhof, and secondly this fairly gigantic retro neon homage to the reason why Köln (Cologne) is famous to most of us – Eau de Cologne:

The 4711

From Cologne we caught the sleeper to Vienna. We found our couchettes and found that we were sharing with a very friendly Russian guy named Youri, who offered us beer almost immediately. We could tell this was going to be the beginning of beautiful friendship! Youri had studied in Germany for 6 years and thus spoke great German – but no English, as he explained that during the Cold War Russia banned the teaching of English in schools, an idea he clearly thought was pretty damaging to Russian integration to the rest of the world, and frustrating to himself. Dave speaks only English so this posed a problem – or did it? Enter my unused-for-20-years German language skills! It turns out I can remember a pretty decent amount of what I learnt at school and I really enjoyed translating for the pair of them and thinking of roundabout ways to explain simple concepts when I couldn’t remember the crucial word in the sentence. Much fun! (I’m a geek though remember..)

Dave meets Youri and learns some German

We also learnt that Youri loves meeting people and saw us take the picture at Cologne station (the one above, scroll back up if you need to..). This apparently was enough for him to think we were pretty cool foreigners and not “boring Germans” (his words not mine!), so that earnt us our second lot of cool points for the day! (This has never happened before nor is likely to again so please forgive me for keeping tally).

Youri was also particularly excited to see Dave produce his Lomo-LC-A+ with an instant photo back, for two reasons – firstly of course the LC-A+ LOMO is originally a Russian camera and better known in his home country as the Diplomat camera Putin publicised as accessible for all. The second reason was that Youri’s brother, like Dave, is a Lomography obsessive, which I suspect will be the start of a worldwide lomo-penpals-of-Dave brotherhood, and quite rightly so if you like pretty pictures. Happy coincidences all round!

Sleeper car camera party

So, nicely stuck experimenting with German vocabulary, and not so nicely stuck with a touch of wobbly-headed landsickness after having been on a train for 14 hours – it’s onward to Vienna!

Days since leaving the UK: 1

Kilometres travelled so far by main train journeys: I’ll have to add this up later, my brain hurts! 328+219+915= 1462

Countries travelled through so far: 4

Cities visited: 3


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A First Class Accident


I’ve set off! Despite the obligatory mysterious-cut-finger-that-won’t-stop-bleeding, the last minute oh-my-god-i’ve-forgotten-something paranoia, and a shit-is-that-the-time-we’ll-miss-the-train moment, I am indeed on the train to London. From London tomorrow (the stunningly ornate St Pancras International to be precise) I will be catching the Eurostar to Brussels and via various stops over the next 2 weeks, making my way to Istanbul.

The most interesting thing that’s happened to me so far (we’ve been going 44 minutes) is the discovery that I have accidentally booked myself a seat in 1st class. This means several things. Firstly, and most importantly, it’s hilarious. I’m here with a giant rucksack I can hardly carry, walking boots and a bobbly lopapeysa I bought from a charity shop in Reykjavik, and I’m surrounded by perfectly coiffured people with very plummy accents, very expensive jewellery and/or rugger shirts, with Louis Vuitton luggage, all reading the business and politics sections of The Times or catching up with iplayer on their ipads. They all do seem I must add, very nice, even if topics of conversation include a good natured discussion about whether the free cups of tea the very-polite-but-obviously-trying-hard-to-be-on-his-best-behaviour attendant is serving us comes with fresh or UHT milk, and the dizzying conundrum the answer launches us into, vizaviz whether we should use the free (UHT) milk provided, or go black, or use our own (fresh) milk…..

Which I feel misses the point entirely. IT’S A FREE CUP OF TEA!! And mine is delicious! *does a happy dance*

The downside of this 1st class compartment is that there are curtains on the windows. No doubt it’s the height of luxury to be able to decide whether to shut out the daylight, but it’s impossible to pull them back fully, which means there are only 4 seats on the carriage that have an unimpeded view of the drizzly fields of cows and sheep and commuter villages on this glorious British February Sunday. The seat I am in, needless to say, is not one in a blessed position, although I can catch a glimpse if I turn my head 120 degrees behind me. So I can’t really complain can I?

I think they must know I’m an impostor.

To St Pancras!


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