wobblelikejelly’s best albums of 2011 1&2

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  • 1: PJ Harvey – Let England Shake

2011 was a remarkable year for PJ Harvey, and her 9th album was by a long shot my album of the year. According to Last.FM I played her tracks 278 times; and played The Words that Maketh Murder 48 times. I’m willing to bet that is an understatement.

Considering her 2009 effort with John Parish was at best patchy, Let England Shake was an emormously satisfying album. In February this year I wrote “It is almost impossible to describe just how immediately brilliant this album is” and the album is one that will mature beautifully into a modern classic. Fittingly, as some want Britain to retreat into the foggy, parochial confines of the Island mentality, this album is infused with Englishness…which in terms of culture is no bad thing. We’ve a lot to celebrate and a lot to mourn and somehow Harvey manages to do both; this is an album inspired by war and yet, there’s a sense of triumph here, but that’s perhaps down to the inspired form Harvey is on.

I was lucky enough to see Harvey perform a lot of this album at I’ll Be Your Mirror – the small festival curated by Portishead. She performed before Portishead, in one stroke creating an almost unbeatable lineup, and it was a thrill to hear these beautiful fragile tracks come to live in the glorious main room of Alexandra Palace. All in all, this was PJ Harvey’s year and no talk of Adele’s sales can deny that.

PJ Harvey – Let England Shake

  • 2: Radiohead – The King of Limbs

The King of Limbs is something of a curious Radiohead release; amongst all of the crazed anticipation when they announced its release, people fell over themselves to declare that they will once more rock like in the olden days. Had Radiohead succombed to a sub-section of their audience and decided to party like it’s 1995 again, then we’d all be much worse off for losing out on TKOL.

This was the first Radiohead to ever baffle and unnerve me, and that was hard to admit at the time. This is nothing like In Rainbows which is a stunning album of light and beauty, and it shows Radiohead’s deft ability to merge electronic and organic sounding music. It sounded enormous and it frankly left behind any lingering doubts that they weren’t the world’s greatest modern rock band.

TKOL cannot emulate that, and Radiohead didn’t even attempt to do it. Instead, they crafted something that is so perfect in its own way that it is impossible to not slowly fall in love with it. Tracks like Bloom and Feral are superb examples of what the band can do with electronics; listen to how Feral opens with such gorgeous clarity and really controlled bass, massaging the centre of the headphone space. Marvel as they float other sounds on top, adding in some earth-shaking bass before they force more frenetic beats, adding layer upon layer of sound. Each layer is perfectly distinguishable from the last, and then…the bass starts to shake the house down, making me wonder if my headphones can cope. It is an absolutely superb piece of sound design, that ends with the most beautiful electronic beeps…astounding. Feral is not the best track on the album.

Radiohead sequenced the last half of TKOL to perfection; Lotus Flower acting as the lone “rock” track on the album that is just a wondrous mash of drums, swirling guitars, deep bass and hand claps. All the best songs have hand claps and all the best music videos feature Thom Yorke dancing. Codex is achingly beautiful and is a match for Pyramid Song for the best slow song they’ve ever made. That they are basically musical sisters sharing the same themes makes it even more perfect. Give up the Ghost was the last track on the album to fall into place in my affections, and now I find the simple structure and *gasp* actual guitar playing a real treat to get me ready for Separator which is sometimes my favourite track on the album, and sometimes not. It’s quite simply perfect and when it builds up the peak, I feel relaxed and really happy.

Do the Yorkey dance

Radiohead also gave ouT further goodies with The Butcher and Supercollider. The Butcher wouldn’t make sense on the album, but it’s the equal to anything they’ve ever released. Tricky beats, synths and Thom’s falsetto equals a superb extra treat.

The Butcher

Fantastic remix of SeparatoR

 

Bonfire Night – Images of the glorious event

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I’ve always loved Bonfire/Fireworks/Guy Fawkes/The Colour Thief: a Winter Extravaganza Celebrating the Change of the Seasons/Winterval, whatever the authorities decide to call it to ensure that nobody alive, or dead could ever possibly be offended. To me, it’s much more exciting than Halloween which is just a dreadful exercise of consumption and overspending. To many it is seen as an American import which is incorrect; Halloween goes back to before folks sailed over the Americas and had a laugh.

It dates back something like 1000 years, and is a sort of Irish/Christian thing, moving on from the slightly dowdy Pagan Samhain which, if my memory is working, is the festival where people dressed up like tramps and pretended to be dead before eating some apples. Dead people would come out of their graves for this night but they were never able to eat apples as they were already dead. Apples would of course fall through a skellington and be wasted on the ground (this is why you see lots of Apples on the floor after Halloween!!).

Fireworks night is much more my sort of event, where cheap people like me expect the council to spend thousands on fireworks display. It is a magical time of the year where masses of people get together and actually seem happy, whizz bangs go off and we drink alcohol, fall over and go home safe in the knowledge that 90% of the photos we took will be too blurry to use. It’s brilliant, and this year I went to Southwark Park for my Fireworks fun. In these dying days of Europe, where every time a politican says something, billions are wiped off the worth of people’s pensions (so Politicians, be quiet or doom us all) it is lovely to see pennies being saved to still give the people a good time. And a good time it is, with the display being an absolute delight! I’ve attached some pics for you to peek at, and remember remember, it’s great to dismember.

I also attach an image of the Docklands looking like Gotham City!!

Batman, where are you?!

The Bergen line railway will change your life

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I felt compelled to write lots about the wonderful Bergen line train journey but really, the whole thing works best in the visual medium so I have scattered this blog post with images from the journey.

We took this train journey as my friend Graham and myself were staying with the delightful Dave Nikel who recently moved to Norway, his diary is here. On our first night in Oslo, we found ourselves invited to a party in this great old pub in Oslo that fulfilled all my Scandinavian dreams of dark wooden beams, wooden tables and weird bar staff who claim only girls drink cider. Granted, the only cider on offer was the reliably girly Kopparberg, nothing like the manly scrumpy I drink in England. Grr, manly! The Norwegians we met told us about the train journey and agreed it was average for the first few hours before becoming beautiful.

The journey is around seven hours and so I decided to sleep for the first 2 hours; when I woke I noticed the landscape had already changed dramatically to one of lakes and big hills…not quite mountains. Even this landscape was undeniably impressive!

The early stages of the train journey

A while later, and the landscape became more and more remote and ever more stunning, we started to discuss the use of the words “epic” and “awesome” because clearly these words are overused. When confronted with the epic and awesome beauty of nature at its best, there are few things in the world which can compete.

As the landscape changed, we became more and more excited, jumping from one seat to the next. This is where we found paying for the Comfort Class came in handy; it’s like First Class but still remarkably cheap for Norway. Nobody was in our way as we hopped from seat to seat and basically acted like we’d never been on a train before. For a one-way trip on the Oslo-Bergen railway, you’ll be looking at about £40. This may be the best deal in Europe.

One of the most arresting sights on the journey was a valley filled with mist. At the moment the mist was most apparent, the view cleared up and we could admire it in full.

Misty

We were able to track the temperature and the height above sea level on the train and over time, we noticed we were gaining altitude without ever being aware of it; the temperature outside was hovering close to zero and at every stop, we rushed out to take photos and just brathe in the air which was beautifully fresh. As we reached 600-800m above sea level we started to see the beginnings of snow in the distance and so we recommenced being as excited as puppies.

Lake Silencio

Little did we know as we spoke of how this was the most beautiful thing ever that in fact, we were seeing the pre-amble to ascending Europe’s highest mountain plateau where the beauty was cranked up to 11. Here, the mountains were dusted with snow, the lakes were half-frozen and it was hard work getting back on the train, such was the desire to just explore the area, move into a wooden hut with a grass roof and marry a woman called Helga.

Sigh

After we reached the peak, 1,222 metres above sea level at Finse, we could feel ourselves heading downwards, and the snow started to dissipate. It was a really surreal train journey, going from 10c in Oslo, to -3 in Finse, to 8c in Bergen, seeing the weather change so dramatically.The station at Myrdal, 880m above sea level, is the stop for the Flåm railway which is another trip I will have to do. It is Europe’s steepest railway line and looks every bit as spectacular as the Bergen line.

Myrdal Station

This journey is wonderful for anyone who is in Oslo and who fancies a day out that will live with you for years to come. For us three, the trip was just for the railway, we weren’t expecting Bergen to be as charming as it was. For a town that rains 220 days a year, it was utterly delightful and rain free! This was a really superb trip and will go down as equal to the magnificence of my day in Wadi Rum desert in Jordan. I feel incredibly lucky to be able to see these sights.

More photos here! http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrbutler/sets/72157627868138499/

 

COPENHAGEN! My travel diary

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Copenhagen was recently chosen as the third most liveable city in the world after Helsinki and Zurich by Monocle magazine. That might have been based on principles that benefit the inhabitants more than visitors, but eagle-eyed tourists will spot what makes Copenhagen such a success as a city. Most obvious is the prevalence of bicycles: imagine the number ridden in Cambridge quadrupled and you’ll still be far off the total here. As a short break destination, Copenhagen has a lot going for it. The city aims to be carbon-neutral by 2025. There is a passion for good quality food: a ‘fat tax’ was recently introduced on ingredients like butter, but there are bargains to be had when eating or drinking. It is an attractive city with a wonderful waterfront location. Public transport runs like a dream – even if it is costly – and the whole city seems to cater for people, rather than being as stressful and unyielding as London can be. Danish design is another reason to visit, with beautiful design stores in abundance, such as Royal Copenhagen’s ceramics.

For these clearly positive sides to Copenhagen there are also oddities. For example, smoking is permitted in bars of less than 40 square metres, but it seems the law is left unchallenged in larger bars. This approach is presumably part of a liberal agenda where people are free to do as they wish, but it also seems quite regressive when many other countries have passed successful anti-smoking laws that attempt to accommodate everyone. We saw one man unzip and urinate wildly on the escalators of a busy metro station. It was unexpected and disappointing to see this in the middle of the city centre.

This pales into insignificance next to Christiana, where archaic ideas such as smoking bans and drugs laws don’t apply. Christiana is a commune that the Danish Government has allowed to flourish intermittently over the past 40 years. The Social Democrats allowed the old defence ministry land to be slowly taken over by people who have transformed the area into an enormous autonomous ‘city’ as part of a social experiment. As Governments and priorities have changed, Christiana has found itself to be both a mark of a liberal country and a pain for residents who have to put up with the drugs trade in the area known as Pusher Street. The previous centre-right Government was close to tearing Christiana down and forcing massive construction on the area, but over the summer of 2011 this plan fell apart. Now the residents of Christiana are to buy the place from the Government cheaply to be given a high degree of autonomy from the state. If you needed something to make you realise the difference between Denmark and Britain, this is it. Christiana is worth a visit to experience it but you might just see what we did: namely, people sitting around listlessly drinking and smoking weed. Some utopia…

Of course, Denmark is visibly wealthy and happy. Forbes recently calculated that Denmark is the second-happiest nation on earth, thanks to low business start-up costs, excellent education and a lot of freedom. Education – even at PhD level – is free and the welfare state is very generous. People say the Danish tax rates are high, and they progressively climb to 51.5 per cent. They are designed to operate in such a way that earnings are equal in the nation, meaning a banker won’t expect the massive bonuses people get in Britain, and a teacher won’t feel much worse off.

On the waterfront

Copenhagen is a liberal city, and Vesterbro is an area that mixes hipsters with drug dealers and prostitutes, giving it a distinctive feel. It is undergoing the predictable wave of renovation and gentrification that moves the original inhabitants on, but there is a still a real feeling of industry here that defines the area. In the middle of this is Le Le, the very popular Vietnamese restaurant that has a 20 per cent booking and 80 per cent walk-in policy: if you want a good chance at eating there you should book. When we went it was almost entirely full, although there are plenty of small bars in the vicinity if you do end up waiting for a seat. The food is delicious and reasonably priced, with Vietnamese staple pho bò at around £13 and wonderful cocktails around the £8-10 mark. If you desire a more industrial experience, try Karriere bar with its custom-made lights, and artsy feel. If you look at the ceiling you may notice anchor points for where (presumably) animals used to hang. Karriere also offers cocktails and three-course meals; the cocktails being made evident by a sign declaring ‘this is a f**king cocktail bar’.

There is a word in Danish for being cosy, comfortable and content. That word is ‘hygge’, and relates in some way to the long winters. Hygge is apparent in cafes across the city with blankets on chairs outside and candles everywhere inside. Lonely Planet offers a guide to getting cosy in Copenhagen, but our tip would be to add Paludan to the list. Paludan is a bookshop and café where the walls are lined with beautiful old books and there are cosy seats everywhere. The food and drink menu is great and you could easily spend a happy few hours here enjoying the atmosphere. A city centre café that is reminiscent of a grand café you might find in Brussels is Café Norden, which comes with stuffed deer heads on the walls and a menu that offers coffee and cake in the day or heavier stuff in the evening.

A very handsome man! Oh, it's me!

Another Copenhagen gem is Cofoco – Copenhagen Food Consultancy – which allows you to eat great three-course meals at reasonable prices. We booked for Public House and ate the duck rillette, the main course of chicken and shallots in a paprika sauce, and the chocolate cake with raspberry sorbet. The menu changes frequently but there are three or four options for the meals, and at £28, it won’t break the bank. We had this with a Kir Royale and two glasses of wine each and the bill still came in at under £50 each.

Copenhagen offers a decent-sized gay scene: on our trip we only tried Can Can and Centralhjørnet, both in the city centre. They were both friendly and unpretentious, and Centralhjørnet excelled in playing three Abba megamixes and four Kylie tracks in a 90-minute period. Don’t say cheers when you can say skaal!

For an excellent art fix, Arken currently has three world-class exhibitions that all offer something really different. There is a Damien Hirst exhibition running until September 2012, showing eight pieces of his most important works including his biggest dot painting to date – made especially for the exhibition – and his cow in formaldehyde. There is also an impressive Warhol and Basquiat exhibition, the first time their collaborations have been shown in Denmark, on until January 2012. The most exciting piece is by Olafur Eliasson, a local artist who has had major exhibitions all around the world, including the giant sun of The Weather Project in the Tate Modern Turbine Hall. His work is often focused around the elements, and this installation, Din Blinde Passager, sends the visitor into a long plywood tunnel, immersing you in a thick fog. As you go through the tunnel, the light changes, at one point plunging you into almost total darkness. It’s a genuinely exciting piece of work that plays on our fears of being unable to find our way around but it also professes to discuss the idea of utopia. Catch it quick though, as it finishes on 27 November.

Copenhagen is an undeniably enjoyable destination, but it has a fight on its hands to claim the crown for most exciting Scandinavian capital. Oslo, Helsinki and Stockholm all rank at the top of the league tables of best cities in which to live, in countries that all figure highly among rankings of the happiest people. If you long to visit this part of Europe for a short break, Copenhagen cannot disappoint: it is wonderfully multicultural, tolerant and cheap to get to. However, for longer trips, Stockholm has the stunning archipelago, Oslo has access to the fjords and Helsinki offers a tempting high-speed train link to St Petersburg. Indeed, you might enjoy this slice of Scandinavian life so much that it will be impossible not to explore more of this fantastic region.

My next Scandinavian adventure will be Norway and Bergen in October 2011.

Training day at workenstein

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It was a sort of cold staff training day in October, and I needed a wee. I’d been chatting away and drinking my tea and forgot that my bladder needed help. The tragedy.

So, I decided to draw some pictures, and here they are for you! Despite my drawing, the training was good and I enjoyed it. So you know, don’t be judging!

 

 

Marvellous Marseille!

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With an enviable location by the Mediterranean, France’s oldest and second-largest city oozes character from the terracotta-roofed buildings lining the Vieux Port to the cathedral perched impossibly high up, peering down on the city. Marseille offers a taste of France that is resolutely not the Parisian lifestyle many will know. Here, the pace of life can be as hectic, but Marseille dances to a different tune; one that pays homage to its southern roots and melting-pot diversity.

While the region in which Marseille is situated, the Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur, is visited by a phenomenal 34 million tourists per year, it is unlikely that Marseille is at the top of many people’s list of French destinations. Lonely Planet doesn’t even list the city as one of the top 14 destinations in France on its website, but there’s something gripping about it.

Another glorious street scene

Marseille offers a number of distinct sightseeing opportunities. For example, the Vieux Port and Old Town: much of the city was dynamited in the Battle of Marseille during the Second World War, but the history of the place stills feels palpable. There is the important architecture of Le Corbusier’s Cité Radieuse and the natural landscape of the Calanques in nearby Cassis; a stunning series of rocks and deep valleys, looking like a Mediterranean fjord with beautiful clear water. Combining these three features alone, Marseille packs a punch of which other cities should be rightfully jealous. Add to that excellent food, a sunny climate and wonderful people and you’ve got a great destination. Best of all, flights there can be very cheap and it’s a mere two hours from London.

Vieux Port

Vieux Port is the old harbour and is quite simply stunning; the first glimpse of it is likely to send your inner adventurer into a frenzy. Every direction looks tempting, every alleyway and road leads to a wonderful vista. The harbour and boats within the Vieux Port are reminders that the Mediterranean is always close by, and from here you can take boats out to some wonderful islands, such as If (in the Frioul Archipelago), with its prison Chateau – the setting for The Count of Monte Cristo and a great destination for views back to Marseille. It is also home to many Italian lizards, which are easy to spot but trickier to photograph. Back at the Vieux Port you can also observe the fishermen bringing in the catch of the day, check out the soaps and crafts at the stalls (while Marseille soap is famous, it is Savon d’Alep that is worth the purchase; Syrian soap is excellent stuff!) or have a drink in the many bars along the harbour.

Vieux Port

Le Corbusier – La Cité Radieuse

Anyone with an interest in modern architecture should visit Le Corbusier’s landmark building.  It is a stunning example of early Brutalist architecture – Le Corbusier described his techniques as breton brut – which translates as ‘raw concrete’ – and as ugly as it can look in Britain, this style of architecture just looks better by the Med. The sunshine helps, as does the physical build quality, which is a world away from badly built estates across the UK. If you fancy seeing some Le Corbusier-inspired housing in London, look at English Heritage or just read the brilliant Estates by Lynsey Hanley.

The building features his five points of architecture, and offers a brilliant roof garden that replaces the land lost in making the building. This works so well in Marseille; the building is breath-taking, and you can visit the Restaurant to admire the glorious interior design, which features the Corbusier sofas for good measure. The balcony offers views out to the sea, and is a pretty magical place to drink a glass of wine at sunset. While the food on offer may not be to everyone’s taste – when we visited it was two taster menus, each at €65, including delicacies such as foie gras, crab, and pigeon – the building itself it still worth the trip.

The Calanques and Cassis.

The Calanques and Cassis make for a great day out, but could easily make for a good weekend away. The Calanques is an area between Marseille and the town of Cassis that consists of cliffs forming many small bays, much like fjords. The landscape can be quite barren due to the lack of soil; the Calanques are mostly limestone but where there is vegetation, it is mostly shrubbery. It is a sight to behold, seeing busy harbours hundreds of feet down the cliff in the turquoise waters. There are a number of ways to get to the Calanques, but it has been suggested that the best way is to take a boat from Vieux Port in Marseille; similarly you could take a short train journey to Cassis and walk to the nature reserve from there. Time and bad planning meant we missed out on lunch at Le Lunch in Sormiou, which is said to be one of the most picturesque spots for an afternoon meal in the south of France.

Cassis calanques

Cassis has a number of great beach spots – but as you head into the Calanques nature reserve you’ll find many secluded rocky bays to lounge in. Don’t forget to try out a glass of cassis in the main town, too!

Marseille accommodation

Affordable accommodation is available at the Le Corbusier hotel, where you can have a cell-like room from €69; many of the rooms boast original features such as parquet floors and a shower cabin inspired by a ship.

We stayed at The Grand Hotel Beauvau, which is situated right in the centre of town, about 30 seconds from the Vieux Port. Prices start from about £120 per night, which is reasonable for a four-star hotel in an enviable location.

Cafes and drinks

Breakfast was not included in the rate at Grand Hotel Beauvau, and at something approaching €20, it is best to head elsewhere. Pain & Cie was an ideal spot for breakfast or brunch with the best soft-poached eggs and a great tray of spreads to go with your breads and croissant. Never has a continental breakfast been so good! Cup of Tea was that rare find; a tea shop in Europe that doesn’t destroy the art of tea through Liptons. This was glorious leaf tea, and the cafe also served a pretty fantastic rhubarb and raspberry pie, too.

The Hotel Belle-Vue facing the Vieux Port is a great spot for a cocktail; there is something simply elegant about sipping a good drink on the tiny balcony, enjoying the glorious views up to the magnificent Notre-Dame de le Garde cathedral. Equally good is Longchamp Palace for food; renovated in 2006 from a dingy drinking den into a chic brasserie. The meal was reasonably priced, with a steak that was nigh-on perfect.

All in all, Marseille and the surrounding area offers so much, it’s hard not to fall a little in love and let people’s misconceptions of the city fall by the wayside. It’s not Barcelona, granted, and yes, sometimes the bins seem to exist just to overflow, but these are merely minor inconveniences in the grand scheme of things.

A delightful day in the country!

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Ah, I love The Chilterns, me. It’s now been about two years since I first moved here and I remember a really great walk I went on with a friend where I spotted my first Red Kite – a bird I miss when I’m not in the area – and loads of Pheasants. We accidentally walked into a wood, and it’s not hard round here as there are woodlands all over. Unfortunately, back then GPS on phones was shocking and we managed to find our location within a 300 metre radius, which unsurprisingly didn’t help us get out of the wood. I thought we were going to die, murdered by the psycho in the film ‘Severance’. Instead, we ended up seeing a Deer and fighting through bushes to emerge victorious in a Rugby field. First time for everything…

Glorious woodlands - 2009 style

Fast forward two years later and my love for The Chilterns hasn’t got smaller, but has increased. I used to live in Devon so I was used to spectacular landscapes such as Exmoor or Dartmoor; stuff that just knocks your socks off…but there’s something so utterly bucolic about the Chilterns that the most stressed-out banker/rich person (around these parts they tend to be loaded) will feel calmed and delighted to be out in the open fields, the sloping valleys and wooded hills. It’s all sorts of idyllic.

Today the weather was the best it ever gets in Autumn so I made sure I used my day off wisely. I set off to Chesham Bois woods and aimlessly wondered about looking for pictures of the Autumn to take. It was one of those days where the camera can’t actually pick up what is so beautiful about the landscape as the pleasure is all internal but some images start to capture how it felt. Peaceful, relaxing…a feeling that everything will turn out ok. Generally stuff that city people probably don’t notice so much.

A lovely lamp-post

I startled perhaps a million Pheasants and at one point every few footsteps saw something bolt out from a bush or fly away, making me a bit angry that I wasn’t in a Disney film where all the animals would come and have a laugh with me.

I’m off to Copenhagen next week and soon to be booking a trip to Cuba where the landscape will be so different and I know I’ll be agape at the beauty. Sometimes it’s wonderfully comforting to know that home can offer the best sort of beauty.

My Chilterns set on Flickr is here.

 

 

Plus 2′s – Celebrity Big Brother Lies and Gossip

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Don’t believe everything you read in the press; most of it is just hateful made up lies from the mouths of hateful liars. We’re just intensely jealous of how you can become a celebrity by being ‘Kim Kardashian’ who is listed on Wikipedia as a personality. A personality? From what we know, she’s successfully screwed, sued and holidayed and that’s about it. The whole celebrity thing is so sickening it is surprising that the general public haven’t somehow died of toxic fumes coming from the gaping mouths of the rich and famous.

A number of the least celebrated “celebrities” ever invented were just on Celebrity Big Brother and it is my pleasure to present to you a collection of lies about them.

China’s Xining, capital of the Tibetan Plateau, is to open a Kerry Katona-based theme park. Attractions will include gifts of cigarettes for all visitors, the yo-yo-diet rollercoaster, and a chance to mime in front of an audience of deafblind kids in the “Atomic Kitten” arena. Lucky VIP visitors will get to re-live the Mark Croft era and be pumped full of drugs and sent on live TV. Sounds exciting!

A jealous fox suggests Amy Childs loves nothing more than pissing on her friends through a colander; she calls this “vadrizzling”

Jedward can not be killed by conventional methods, but a combination of humid weather and water shortages could render them powerless. Their hair is actually a magical barrier that stops insults from affecting their brains. With their hair/barrier on, they only see rainbows and toast.

My Big Fat Gypsy's Weeding star Paddy Doherty is famous for being a traveller but the scoop on the street is that he actually suffers from travel sickness.

Brian Dowling loves a good trowelling.

 

Caerdydd – it’s Welsh for “what a great city”

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I’ll be honest with you, whoever you are, I’ve been to Cardiff twice and not explored enough. I’ve not been to Castell Coch, I’ve not been to the valleys, I’ve not even been inside Cardiff Castle. Am I a bad tourist, or is Cardiff just entertaining enough as a weekend break to make these other destinations a trip for next time? Probably a bit of both…

Oh yes, I’ll be visiting again. I think I’ve developed a bit of a crush on Cardiff and now I want to see more of Wales. There is much to see; people have been tripping over themselves to announce the Gower Penninsula as literally heaven on earth, when my Nan was alive she told me “you’ve not lived until you’ve been to Rhyl”, then there’s all them mountains, poking up into actual space where aliens and rockets are.

Amazing socialist-style architecture - Temple of Peace

On this trip, I got to Cardiff the only way that seems to make any financial sense; on Megabus for £13 return. A train there would easily cost £50 return! My delightful friend Ben was accompanying me for the weekend; and we titled it LADS ON TOUR! (evening) and GRANS ON TOUR (daytime) as we’re both a bit old and can’t physcially drink for two days solid.

Walking through the University and Civic Centre immediately reminded why I like Cardiff; much of the city is gorgeous to look at. In fact, the Civic Centre is described as “the finest civic centre in the British Isles” by the Pevsner guide to Glamorgan. Spaciously laid out and elegant, it’s wonderful to walk through and surprisingly quiet in the evening.

We started the weekend at The North Star which had a great selection of ciders, but perhaps the worst mashed potato I’ve had since I was forced to eat the stuff at school for punishment. I say mashed potato, I’ve no evidence a potato had ever been near it. And yet, the steak and ale pie was yummy. So near, so far! After this, we got a taxi to town, only to realise that The Cardiff Arts Institute was a) close by and b) I didn’t want to get stiletto heeled to death in some damn O’Neills hell-hole. Having been there before, I found it to be a perfect Friday-night drinking den; the music’s not so loud you get laryngitis and well, it was only partially full so easy access to the Mojito’s. We found some lovely but slightly unhinged people to talk to. Nutter-on-the-bus syndrome… On top of this was some truly dreadful rapping but the upside is that I realise I quite like hip hop – who knew!?

Welsh cakes are good cakes

The next day, hangover-free-ish, we wandered around town and found amazing Welsh cakes in the market. As you can see, they get through an unholy amount of butter making these things but they taste so damn good, diets can go to hell. We also explored the arcades, which is perhaps one of Cardiff’s best assets; there are more Victorian-era arcades in Cardiff than anywhere else in Britain. Sadly, there are plenty of empty shops which if I had the money would house my bookshop and cafe (this is an original idea!) and I’d happily lose money to be amongst the splendour.

Following this, we found ourselves at Cardiff gay pride. Ben had never been to one before; I warned him it was a fête with more whistles than is strictly neccessary but he was insistent, well, sort of. It was indeed full of whistles but more importantly a Pimms truck which took the edge off the “diva” – read this as drag artist spewing forth abuse at all around – shrieking show tunes. Truly horrific. We made our escape in daring fashion by taking the waterbus down to Cardiff bay which was mostly cordoned off for some Red Bull thing. Happily though, I found the wonderful shrine to Ianto from Torchwood!

Keep calm and shag Captain Jack

So, with most of the bay fenced off and walking the five metres from the Senedd to the amazing Millennium Centre taking twenty minutes, we gave up and had yummy Turkish food and then headed to Cardiff Student Union for the DJ Shadow gig – he was inside an amazing sphere!

The Shadowsphere

After the gig, which was wonderful with an audience that clearly enjoyed the lot without getting lairy we headed to a Cardiff institution; Clwb ifor bach which initially played good tracks before lurching into that terrible affliction of playing only tracks EVERYONE KNOWS. Sigh. But Bowie, M.I.A and Metronomy later more than made up for it.

On Sunday we were able to see the bay properly. Below is a selection of pictures of the adventures we had there! Look at them, then immediately go to Cardiff and enjoy!

What have you done today to make me feel proud?

The Norwegian Church

Roald Dahl Platz

The Millennium Centre

Norfolk is fabulous – a bank holiday adventure

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Ah, Bank Holidays are beautiful things and 2011 has been a vintage year for them, as we have had 1 bank holiday for every 1/2 day at work. This statistic may astound some of you, but what is more astounding is that I just lied.

Lies aside, the August Bank Holiday is perhaps the most precious of them all, signalling as it does the end of the summer period and perhaps the beginning of needing to do some work. The horror! For my bank holiday, I researched into the best walking opportunities in England and aside from Devon, which has an incredible coastline North and South, Holkham Beach was mentioned a lot. The beach itself has walks advertised as two miles but the full extent is about four miles; it is simply enormous.

There is a beautiful sense of space when you first enter the beach from Lady Anne’s Drive, and the options for exploring are seemingly infinite; you can explore the beautiful Pine woods that follows the beach all the way to Wells-Next-The-sea, head to the sand dunes which are a major feature of the beach, or walk to the North Sea which can take a good twenty minutes walking. The quality of the sea water here is nothing special, so for swimming there are plenty of other beaches nearby. For space though, I’ve really not felt anything like it since Wadi Rum in Jordan. A major plus, the size of the beach means that no amount of bank holiday tourists can really render this place packed. Perhaps the lack of amenities such as toilets play their part!

The area of Holkham and Wells is packed full of things to do, and Holkham Hall is definitely worth a visit; if you want to see the Hall and the Bygones Museum, you’ll be forking out £11. If you just want to visit the gardens that is free! The grounds of Holkham Hall were laid out by Capability Brown so are of course perfect and are so enormous there is a Deer park and mile-long lake within it. Wish I had a massive country estate.

There were moments on this visit that England really did seem to be the most perfect place in the world. The weather was a glorious mix of blue sky and fluffy coud, the grounds of Holkham Hall just oozed elegance and Autumn hadn’t yet robbed the trees of their leaves. The coast was hypnotic; I briefly questioned by obsessions with travelling the world, but only for a few moments.

So, all is well in albion and you’d think things couldn’t get any more adorable? You would be wrong! Aha, there’s Seal spotting to be had from Blakeney Point which was so much better than I’d have expected. We went with Beans’ Boat Trips and for £9 each, got to be terrified by the choppy waters in a boat that seemed safe but played havoc with my general distrust of water. The journey out to Blakeney Point was idyllic, and we slowly made our way out towards the sea past hundreds of boats, getting wetter with every splash from the sea water. I had very salty lips. As we got within viewing distance of the Seals I gave up being terrified and stood up in the wobbly boat, just enjoying the view. Seals are great – apparently Blakeney Point usually gets about 250 seals out, and we only saw about 100 but it was still a thrill to see them all, looking totally silly; they are basically a cute head and a tube of fat but who can fail to love them? Answer = nobody.

During the brief time we had in Norfolk, I was consistently impressed with the natural and ma-made beauty of the area that I’ve come back to The Chilterns, no slouch in the beauty department, feeling a bit sad, which is always the sign of a good break.

If you are reading this and have spent the LAST bank holiday of the year sat in front of the telly eating crisps, shame on you!