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Crushed backs and other celebrations May 12, 2012Posted by normanmonkey in QPR.
Tags: Bolton, Djibril Cisse, Man City, QPR
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I was fine until about half-an-hour ago but now I'm like Martin Sheen in the opening scene of Apocalypse Now. Alone with absolutely nothing on TV, pacing despite being declared medically unfit to stand, swigging a cheap rose I'd sniffily declared not to my taste at 6pm. In fifteen hours time Stoke kick-off against Bolton, a unlikely, but still very possible win for the latter and QPR are relegated. Unless QPR can get a point away at Man City. And that's not going to happen.
Things couldn't be worse: following medical advice I have spent the last two days lying flat in bed after having my spine crushed by a publican when Djibril Cissse scored a winner in our last Rangers game. Waiting months for a weekend of sunshine only to be told by the doctor to lie down indoors. And I never in my life believed my happiness would be relative to something that was happening in Stoke.
To compound matters I may just recover the ability to sit upright and walk just in time to watch the conclusion on television, sitting within arms reach of the publican, Lee Blewett in his pub The Bramley Inn.
In the past week the Man City – QPR game has become a matter of national debate. There is only one voice I've heard that entire time who has openly declared, with no hint of irony, they believe QPR will win: Lee Blewett.
It's the kind of blind faith that has seen him travel all over the country full of vim only to witness in nine outings nine straight defeats and one solitary goal (compared to Chelsea's six), so god knows what odds he is operating on for such a prediction, but despite all this evidence to the contrary, he will yet again experience the crushing disappointment that comes with confronting the odds with his hand on his crotch.
The tragic thing is this fixture and the need for Bolton not to win at Stoke coincides with the birthday party he'd organised for his partner. Curious to how this would pan out I asked what the plans relating to football tomorrow, receiving the reply: "I am going to get her twatted tonight. Tomorrow is all about the footy'. Not a line I imagine we've seen oft used in the vaults of Mills & Boon.
Tomorrow one of us is going to need to watch the scores come in in a cage. I certainly don't want him charging at me like an undersexed gorilla if Stoke or, god forbid, QPR score. The physio was amazed I'd been walking, driving and commuting into town after ligament strain he inflicted on my back. And it cost me fifty-five quid for he to tell me that. That's the exact same sum I owe Blewett for the Chelsea away match he suggested we go to fortnight ago, all in the belief of a surprise result.
That finished 6-1 and he looked a broken man. Tomorrow the only man who may be broken is whoever is in reach at the final whistle and, with the state of my spine, I'll be slowest out the blocks.
Djibril Cisse gave me whiplash (and I liked it) May 7, 2012Posted by normanmonkey in QPR.
Tags: Djibril Cisse, QPR
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There's living proof in my sorry arsed form that it's possible to suffer whiplash watching Queens Park Rangers. A split second after Djibril Cisse scored an 89th minute winner to pull us out of the relegation zone I found myself in a headlock of an adrenalin pumped publican who proceeded to throw me around the stratosphere of Shepherds Bush until I landed back in a broken heap in my seat. He was still roaring like a primal being as I was doing a spot-check to see if anything had been snapped off. Such are the dangers of last-minute winners in the battle to stay in the Premiership
Even in joy there appears to be agony. Today my neck and spine are a twisted and broken column of vertibrae, but at least we are out of the relegation zone with one game to go. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I'd have given a limb and an organ in order to put the tension to rest.
The girlfriend seemed genuinely shocked today when I described that moment as 'one of the highlights in my life'. Let us be clear that my life has been extremely rewarding, but nothing exceptional and with so much of its leisure time spent either in the W12 this has largely consisted of dashed hopes, disappointment and abject failure.
Otherwise, and with the exception of maintaining a no-claims bonus, there have been no births, marriages, awards, first-places, mentions in dispatches, Time magazine editorials on my enriching contribution to society or any other accolades of any note.
'What about time we climbed Dunns River Falls together in Jamaica?' she asked. Well, yes, precisely. That can be a bought experience and didn't involve emotional risk, especially as it was shared with thirty morbidly obese Americans in their swimming costumes waddling up from the rear. Hardly the stuff of Edmund Hilary and Sherpa Tensing.
Yesterday's Cisse moment of seeing the ball hit the net was a spontaneous mass hysterical release of 17,000 people who invest most of their time and money into something that never actually comes off, who always fear the worst and get it delivered in abundance. The casualty wards of Uxbridge, Acton, Northolt and Notting Hill have probably never seen so many self-inflicted injuries all registered in the space of the same moment.
What we now have is hope and I will take being temporarily crippled for that. It will all be decided next Sunday and I will actually be in the pub of said landlord. There's a chance I may die if we stay up, but it is a risk worth taking. God knows what he will do to me if we go down.
Straight Outta Compton August 29, 2011Posted by normanmonkey in Food, Thirtynumbthing, Travel, West Byfleet.
Tags: Compton, NWA, QPR, Watts Gallery Tea Room
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'As I l leave, believe I'm stompin', but when I come back, boy, I'm straight outta Compton' – Ice Cube
In days long gone an August bank holiday was a perfect excuse to not go to sleep for 72 hours in the company of other itinerants a backdrop of thumping beats. Not anymore. Those same itinerants are now hollow-eyed and sleep deprived on account of their kids or running businesses and marathons, possibly at the same time.
As per usual I had been taken by surprise by the sudden arrival of an August Bank holiday. Where on earth do they spring from? While trapped in the killing fields of commuting and the 9 to 5 (make that 6) ] I'd fantasised and whinged about could be done if only I'd had the time the time. It was all visions of a weekend break in Rome or a bohemian day in Brighton and yet when the time came I realised it was too late to actually do anything meaningful.There was a mad scramble of phone calls, texts and tweets like a manager without a squad on transfer deadline day at 10.55pm and discovering that even Marlon King isn't available.
So what did a Thirtynumbthing do with three days to fill?
Left to my own devices led to the usual distractions of writing a to-do list, losing it, giving up, and then forming a nest of papers, magazines, endless cups of tea, and an interminable feed of live sports. That was Saturday morning. By Monday however the mind-numbing effect of Sky Sports News and fermenting scent of stale sweet and sour sauce tends to lead for a call to action. What was needed was escape from the detritus of my own mounting detritus. My kitchen had turned into a scene from a William Burroughs novel. Something had to be done!
Straight Into Compton
There comes a moment when a man doesn't want cocktails or to be surrounded by hipsters and urban attitude. I'd hit that moment and what I craved was a radical departure reassurance and twee harmony. Above all that I wanted cake.
In what may prove to be a defining turning point I went online not to Time Out but Surrey Life. The pleasurable afternoon I had as a result could be a portent of the comfortably numb future that will befall us all before incontinence.
If anyone goes to Compton in Surrey in a confused pilgrimage to the place made famous by Niggaz With Attitude they will be sorely disappointed. Among the cottages and rolling green hills there's a distinct lack of gang warfare, bitches or LAPD brutality. I, for one, would still very much like to see a twin-town exchange programme and the resultant fall out in a fly on the wall documentary.
What Compton lacks in crack houses is made up for with the Watts Gallery Tea Rooms and a fine lemon sponge for starters. The Watts is precisely the kind of place a person can end up and lose an afternoon watching middle-England in full throttle. I'd been transported to another England, one well away from the London of my work week, the one of traffic, uppity bar staff, drunks on the Jubilee Line, wasabi popcorn, feral kids, feral social media gurus or cabbies moaning about 'the fackin' Spurs'.
This was a haven of scones with jam and clotted cream, genteel old ladies, upstanding families, children (and even dogs, come to think of it) seen and not heard. Everything and everyone had a place and permanence to the point you could practically hear Elgar playing in their footsteps. It was, in the words of Vivian Stanshall, 'English as tuppence, changing yet changeless as canal water, nestled in green nowhere'.
The only hitch was that I'd left my wallet at home. What would Ice Cube or Eazy-E of NWA have done in Compton when faced with only enough change for the tea room or the Watts exhibition, but not both? According to 'Cube' when he's called off, he's got a sawn off, squeeze the trigger and the bodies get hauled off.
Wise words, but armed only with a lighter and a copy of The Guardian, violence was not an option. It meant forsaking the Victorian art and sculpture of George Frederic Watts in the Gallery favour of Welsh rarebit and cake in the cafe. Yet again, my stomach triumphs in a mismatched bout with the arts. I shall be back.
What did I learn? Firstly to plan future bank holidays well in advance; second to remember my wallet if I do should venture out and finally, next time I'm heading down to Compton to pack a sawn-off just in case I can't pay for a cream tea.
This article first appeared as Thirtynumbthing @blokely.com
Own Goals on Sunday August 24, 2011Posted by normanmonkey in QPR, Thirtynumbthing.
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Goals on Sunday' is an unwelcome reminder to anyone who wakes up in a cold sweat, stares at the ceiling and is unable to remember what exactly happened at the football match they'd attended the day before. Despite the elfin pleasantries of Ben Shepherd and the thigh-slapping banter of Chris Kamara there's no stopping the swift descent into unfettered horror recalling your team has been stuffed 4-0 at home on the opening day of the season.
Unlike others who'd spent their summer clubbing to dawn in Ibiza, taking their kids camping in the New Forest, singing along doe-eyed to Bono with their lighter in the air at Glastonbury I'd spent most of mine in a trance-like state fantasising about QPR's first game back in the Premier League for 15 years. As anyone who follows football knows there are dreams and then there is reality.
Two-and-half-months are a long time to allow the male mind to drift into delusions of 'tiki-taka' football and goals aplenty from their team, irrespective of the alarm-bell ringing absence of decent signings and universal predictions for immediate relegation. Perhaps the warning signs were there: while Manchester City spent £40m on Sergio Aguero from Atheltico Madrid, QPR signed five players for a total sum of £1.25m and still managed to find a place in their Saturday line-up for 'One Size' Fitz Hall, a defender so addled by injury that he now limps onto the field of play.
For those of us who deign to leave the sofa to watch their team it is almost always an unedifying experience in which men are paid large sums of money to run into each other and fall over, or in the case of free-transfer debutant Danny Gabbidon, lunge like a shot animal to steer a straying cross into his own net. At these moments there's no whizzy graphics and replays delivered with a whoosh and boom, just the tumbleweed silence punctured by the sound of a token erupting psychopath sat behind you unleashing a cluster of c words and spittle, followed swiftly by the sounds of small children pleading to be taken home
It had started well with composure and discipline but overconfidence led to sloppiness and then disgrace as the occasion overcame them as a normally workmanlike Bolton racked up an unprecedented four goals away from home – like watching a flirty Auntie drink too much gin in the pub at Christmas and end up legless and led away by a randy labourer who can't believe his luck. Even Fabrice Muamba scored, that's how bad it was!
New season, new girlfriend
Apparently New Girlfriend arrived at mine late on Saturday night to find me slumped on the sofa, wine glass in hand, illuminated only by the light of the television, 2-0 down to the Shiraz, mumbling 'Danny Gabbidon' like the dying burns victim in The Usual Suspects mouthing 'Kaiser Soze'.
Sunday was a code red: the phone was switched off; appointments cancelled and New Girlfriend was scuttling around nervously making sympathetic cups of tea yet smiling nervously like someone who was trapped in a confined space with Fred West. Not that these emotional deficiencies have been tolerated in the past – a previous girlfriend, coming from a more elevated, cultured social background than I, was absolutely appalled to the core that she was going out with someone who liked football. I challenged that because I'm not sure I actually like it, it's just something I do, like passing water or bleeding when cut.
This is why it is all rather irrational. Someone commented to me only the other day that I didn't seem like a QPR fan. Most of them he'd ever encountered were unsavoury and mentally unstable. I'd go along with that. To make a life choice to follow QPR when you have pick of any London team, is a quite insane decision, as if you are trying to prove a point, like putting your genitals in a food blender for a bet. (Not that regionality has anything to do with who your support these days – I once met an absolute idiot from Cheam who claimed to support Real Madrid but probably thought General Franco was a techno DJ).
Yet of course, it isn't just QPR fans or me. Approximately half of the people across the country who crossed a turnstile on Saturday will ask themselves over this ruined weekend, Why do we do this to ourselves? (the other half will most likely be going through this torpor next weekend) as partners of both sexes seek escape. It's a scene that would've been repeated not just in Shepherds Bush or Surrey, thanks to the digital age, from Kinshasa to Kuala Lumpur, but woe betide if they or anyone else suggests it is only or game or maybe it isn't a constructive use of a Saturday.
Walking in a Stockholm Wonderland
Instead of burning the season ticket and deciding to spend the next Saturday at Tate Modern, take up lawn bowls, or go to South America on the Inca trail, we'll have suffered the slings and arrows of colleagues' comments and return gladly at the earliest opportunity full of good cheer and optimism for the next 90 minute debacle. All of which leaves me to conclude for most of us poor sods is just an elaborate form of Stockholm Syndrome, where an individual or group of people held captive begin to develop sympathetic and irrational supportive feelings towards their captors, even when presented with the opportunity escape and be free.
On the matter of escape, we are one game into a 38 game season and already I observed on Sunday afternoon, with the background hum provided by two hours of Alan Smith's Brummie tones, New Girlfriend was looking at faraway locations on the internet and I swear it's with not so much a holiday as permanent resettlement in mind.
(A postscript this missive: I've just got into work to find our Viking-like Head of Digital reduced to a tragic babbling mess having watched his beloved Coventry toss away a lead thanks to two injury-time comedy goals at Crystal Palace. Apparently their 'one hope this season is a 17 year old from Burundi.' Pitiful)
This post first appeared as a Thirtynumbthing article at blokely.com
No points deduction May 12, 2011Posted by normanmonkey in Friends, QPR.
Tags: Cardiff City, Champions, Points deduction, QPR
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The most beautiful three words in the English language are not 'I love you' but 'No points deduction'.
This is my final word on anything football realted for some time as, believe me, I am more weary of it than anyone else reading this. After a week of sleepless nights, gnawing fists, speaking in tongues during meetings, bursting into tears, barking at and breaking down in front of friends, family and colleagues and reading wild speculation from those in the know (and not a single sports journalist can be included in that grouping), it was announced at midday on Saturday that QPR would only receive a fine for their transfer transgressions and were officially Champions. It is a week that I, nor anyone who came into contact with me, will want to endure again.
Enough has been written about the scenes of delirium around Shepherds Bush already. I'm not in a position to report on that moment as I was in a cab stuck in appalling traffic and going nowhere for a King's ransom on the Warwick Road. All I've got to show for it is crippling shin splints after giving up and describing to run the remainder of the journey in Timberland boots arriving just in time to hyperventilate at the steps of the ground as QPR scored their one and only goal 29 seconds into the game before going on to inconsequential defeat.
Next season we will be in the Premier League for the first time in 15 years, entertaining the likes of Manchester United, Liverpool and Chelsea and for most of those games I will probably be stuck in a taxi somewhere on the Warwick Road.
Then there is Russell an ex-colleague, now present friend and ensconced in Paris who is a Cardiff fan who has watched our success and their capitulation at the final hurdle in unbounded horror. The rivalry between his club and mine is intense and dates back to a 2003 Cardiff play-off final victory – in Cardiff – that was full of loathing and retribution has been like an open wound ever since. Even in his job interview, he grinned to me, the interviewer, upon hearing I was a QPR fan 'We could see you crying on TV'. He very nearly didn't get the job.
A couple of years later Russell thought it a good idea to join me in watching a televised Cardiff-QPR fixture in a pub full of QPR types, most of them proper nutters, on a Friday night on the Goldhawk Road in Shepherds Bush. Despite Cardiff then being unbeaten top of the league and QPR being bottom and pitiful, the latter scored a goal with their first shot in the 90th minute. Amid the eruption of hooped flesh and cacophony of delight sat a broken Welshman on a stool, his pint knocked flying, jostled by simian men who assumed he too was delighted at this sudden unexpected, undeserved twist, staring agonised, unblinking at the floor as if he'd just descended into hell.
Russell then did a funny thing. He went to the gents and locked himself in the loo for a full hour and refused to come out. Years passed and this season looked like being a head to head. For only two weeks this season was another team top of the league, that was Cardiff and, of course, Russell would be on me like a flash to salute the great breakaway ('Just you watch us now!' etc), yet it still went to the wire with Caridff bubbling closely beneath. In fact, had QPR had any significant points deducted, as it was predicted by the press they would, then Cardiff would be promoted in our place.
The no points deduction was announced and QPR declared champions at midday on Saturday and despite my best attempts to elicit a response there was not a text, tweet or call from Paris. All contact was down. And then at around 8pm on Tuesday evening he uttered his first words via Twitter: I've just come out the toilet. If Cardiff progress to the Play off final and lose to their bitterest rivals Swansea let me you, that self-imposed exile in the toilet will become permanent.
Brandy on ice – a QPR promotion May 1, 2011Posted by normanmonkey in QPR, Uncategorized.
Tags: Faurlin, Pete Doherty, Points deduction, QPR
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Only at QPR can supporters invade the pitch to celebrate being promoted to the Premier League before bothering to check whether the other game that affected our status had finished. It hadn't. Yet no one had the foresight to patiently see if Norwich would finish with 2-2 draw. Norwich didn't. They scored and won 3-2, rendering the chants of 'The R's are going up and now you're gonna believe us' premature.
I witnessed this from my seat just behind the Directors Box in full knowledge, unlike the club co-owner Lakshmi Mittal, the fourth richest man in the world, that our party had been shafted (it goes to show you that money can buy you anything, but not even 5 billion quid can give you the final score from Carrow Road before making a tit of yourself). The supporters were singing so loudly about being promoted that no one could hear the PA system trying to tell them we actually weren't and asking them to go home. Eventually the message got through, the promotion celebration was brought to an abrupt halt (if it was a cartoon you'd hear the sound of a stylus being hoiked off the record player) and it was rather like turning up for a New Year's Eve party where Big Ben only struck up to 11.
An old friend in Australia whom I haven't heard from in 18 months even found time to email to say he'd spilled his Pinot Noir down his front laughing at the pitch invasion that had been on the news. Yes, our embarrassment and wretched anti-climax in a small corner of Shepherds Bush had gone global.
So after global derision, promotion and the Championship was secured with a majestic 2-0 at Watford yesterday, but, of course, it wasn't. There's the matter of an FA charge concerning the transfer of Alejandro Faurlin from Argentinian club Instituto in an alleged £3.5m brokered deal that appears to be part Gordon Gekko, part Gordon the Gopher. When Faurlin had his medical signing for QPR it is not known if physios found bruising from where he fell off the back of a lorry, but the FA are investigating how we happened upon the signing as his owners weren't Instituto and there is a (possibly unfounded) speculation we may be docked points to deny QPR a return to the Premier League after a fifteen year absence that has taken in two relegations and no small amount of ignomy on the way.
This is typical QPR, certainly since I've been following them. In 1986 we won away at Chelsea and knocked out the European Champions Liverpool in the semis to reach the League Cup final only to lose 3-0 to Oxford. Our last foray into Europe we managed to have a 6-2 home advantage over Partizan Belgrade overturned with a 4-0 away defeat. Since we've been out of the Premier League we've managed to spend an entire season in financial administration with fans collecting donations in buckets outside the ground; a court case involving a gun pulled on the Chairman at the ground by gangsters on a matchday (where the judge concluded the Chairman was an 'unreliable witness'); a merger with Wimbledon; a possible move and certain death to Milton Keynes (Wimbledon copped that one) been knocked out of the FA Cup by a team that sounded more like a car dealership and whom no one knew existed (Vauxhall Motors) and actually not won a single FA Cup match in ten years. Think about that: ten years! There's also been the matter of recent events where we managed to get through 12 managers in less than 3 years all with increasingly disastrous consequences until the appointment of Neil Warnock who may or may have not won us the Championship.
Frankly this FA inquiry is the sort of thing that keeps a man with a QPR season ticket and limited social horizons beyond the nearest bar awake at night (and disinclined to blog if you;ve noticed the lack of activity roughly coincides with the FA charge). Yesterday afternoon was still spent listening to BBC London hunched in the kitchen and then charging around in triumph, then pausing to wipe a tear, frantically texting and calling other emotionally unstable idiots with a similar orientation, but there was no champagne. My publican friend Lee celebrated himself into a toxic stupor at his own real-ale festival, but after one false dawn the previous week I'll save my celebrations until all bases are covered.
My Moet is being kept on ice until the FA verdict on Friday and I wholly expect to go berserk at the final home game on Saturday. It's not worth going into the details of the case safe to say the club say they've been transparent and are confident they will win (given our history, as soon as anyone associated with QPR says that concerning any contest I am immediately filled with dread). Considering the FA is in considerable debt, they've not exactly managed the case or publicity around it well and our owners comprise not one, but two self-made billionaires (who didn't get to where they are today by taking no for an answer or with an 'After you, Claude' approach to business) there's doubt whether the FA have the stomach or can afford the lawyers for a very messy fight.
For fifteen years we've waited for a return to the top flight. It's unprecedented a club can win the league with a game to spare and still be waiting for results to come in from else0hwere, in our case not from a football ground but a QC. And while we've waited since 1986 and that League Cup final to make another appearance at Wembley, at least the hearing is taking place there, but whether we'll get a win reamins to be seen. Typical QPR, as we say. In the place of champagne a large brandy would be more appropriate. A final thought: Pete Doherty is a QPR fan, do you think he turned out the way he did by coincidence?
Carry On Adel January 25, 2011Posted by normanmonkey in Home, In the news, QPR.
Tags: Adel Taarabt, QPR
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A fundamental problem of having Sky multi-room and having someone else living somewhere in the house with a remote control is you never quite know when your viewing of a BBC4 documentary downstairs is going to be interrupted by someone deciding to go for a tour of the Babestation channels upstairs. One minute you are taking in Martin Luther King and he's got a dream the next second it's Monique from Essex and she's got the horn.
My mini-cab driving cousin in hiding will be here for one more week before it's time to move on and I wonder if it's because he's starting to disapprove of my lifestyle. He's developed a taste for Barolo and late nights and I've developed a habit of waking up when I hear home go for his first fare at 4am. The result is we both look shattered.
As someone who has resolutely lived alone for eleven years coming home to an occupied house after a grueling twelve hour day is something I've yet to adjust to and its especially hard to unwind when you are greeted with a full recital of who said what to whom on Talksport since sunrise before you've even had chance to reach for the corkscrew.
Sometimes our conversations tend to go off on tangents or hit a brick wall altogether. Last week some colleagues and I pitched to the marketing director of a well known biscuit manufacturer and I was explaining this he looked at me and said 'They've got them two for one in Sainsbury's at the moment. I'll treat you before I go and get some of their double chocolate ones in…they're the bollocks!'.
I don't know who was more shocked, he or Iliana the cleaner when she found him here the other afternoon. Although he explained he was my cousin I'm sure this has further proof in her mind that I'm a closet homosexual, especially as I told her not to mention to my parents he was staying here should she see them. Iliana gave me a certain knowing, conspiratorial Bulgarian look, the sort that said, 'Ok, but In my village they would paint your house pink and then nail your genitals to the wall for this'.
Then again, I have begun to question my own sexuality recently as I think I am growing increasingly infatuated with someone of the same sex, a young Arab boy to be precise. He's name is Adel. I often go into London to gaze at him for upto an hour an a half at a time, whereupon I swoon at his gentle touch, the way he moves and become utterly lost in rapture. There are times he leaves me utterly speechless and I can't imagine him out of my life.
Before we get all Cecil Beaton in Marrakesh, it is probably worth pointing out that Adel plays for Queens Park Rangers, wears the number 7 shirt and is the Zinedine Zidane of Shepherds Bush. There's nothing worse than a football bore, but I've an overwhelming desire to express my feelings about him and can barely contain myself. In 25 years of going to the Rangers I've never seen a player like him, and in my time I've seen the likes of Dalgleish, Hoddle, Gascoinge, Cantona, Bergkamp and our very own Shittu and Doudou (by God, the early 2000's was not our finest hour). In formative QPR years I idolised Clive Allen, Roy Wegerle and Les Ferdinand, then rapidly accepted that almost all footballers were just potential rapists who could kick a ball more accurately than your average builder and in the meantime I discovered The Doors, David Lynch, lager and cleavage.
But Adel is not like all the others. In the past six months under the paternalistic guidance of Neil Warnock I've seen teams taken apart singlehandedly by his nonchalance, trickery, panache and outrageous grace. Sunday was no different. He produced live on television and everyone was talking about him and asking why he was playing for QPR. That's when the jealousy set in as Chelsea and Manchester United fans started tweeting they should sign him up. Now I'm torn and hope that he'll realise what there is to savour between us and put in a shocker when the media spotlight is on him so I can have him all to myself a little bit longer. It's getting beyond replacing the pop art prints with an Adel poster and flying a Moroccan flag above Wisley House (Neighbourhood Watch would have something to say about that). If I was ten years younger and not tied to a career, I'd give serious consideration to having a transplant of womb, ovaries and uterus just so I could have his babies.
It is only a matter of time before he's playing for Real Madrid in the Champions League, I'm brought back crashing down to earth watching a bunch of blokes called Dave falling over and running into each other for ten grand a week and Adel will be a faded, tear-stained memory. This is getting a bit too Death in Venice for my liking.
Talking of crashing back down to earth my cousin just came down from bed because he couldn't sleep and clutching his mobile: 'Here's the name of that old Doris I saw on Carry on Cruising the other day. Google 'er up…she looks just like our Nan.'. He was right, she did and with that he disappeared just as quickly again upstairs to get reacquainted with women on Sky Channels who, I can assure you, look nothing like our Nan.
Norman Monkey The Brand January 12, 2011Posted by normanmonkey in Consumer PR.
Tags: Blossom Hill, Brands, David Bowie, Marquis de Sade, Match.com, QPR
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If only I could apply the same determination, dediciation and focus to my personal life as I do in my professional (which has of late, it must be conceded, not permitted for much of a personal life), then I'd be Aristotle Onassis. I'd also not be awaiting a letter from the DVLA informing me how much I owe for not paying my road tax and I'd also have a white carpet that, thanks to red wine, didn't look like the Marquis de Sade's bed sheet.
PR is all about problem solving. Make something famous, talked about, loved, even if it's inferior to what else is on the market. My god, if I knew the answer to that I wouldn't have been reduced to signing up to Match.com in the summer. On occasion, such as this evening, there is cause for an ebullient mood because I believe I may have cracked a very difficult brief. On other occasions problem solving often comes about from creating a problem that didn't before exist and selling the problem in at the same time as the solution (lets call that the smallpox vaccination approach to marketing – the brand giveth the pox and the brand taketh away). Then there's the other times where a client has a genuine problem, mired in the shit, and it's your job to work out how to extricate them if not smelling of roses, then almost certainly not smelling of shit.
So far I am managing to make a living out of this, but it is starting to occur to me that maybe I should hire myself as a client because outside the office I am dans le merde (is that even correct?). It's the only logical solution to get myself out of the constant minefield of buff envelopes, ex-girlfriends who complained about my lack of free time (Village East and QPR and the post-trauma and fatigue of both is as much a factor as anything work related) and red wine stains that set in. It's only a matter of time that I spill red wine on the unopened buff envelopes containing despairing complaints from exes that I compound all my flaws in one.
If I were a client I may suggest a total overhaul in my comms strategy and make myself more accessible. Answering the phone, let alone being available for face to face interaction would be a start. Another would be to open the aforementioned buff envelopes. Early on in the proceedings the DVLA were sending me polite reminders but now there's an angry red aspect to their communications and by which time its all too late to pick up the hints (the awkward irony should not be lost that I also lead campaigns for a leading motor brand reminding other drivers of exactly this kind of thing). As for the red wine it's all about spatial awareness in as much as remembering firstly not to place a full bottle of Barolo on the carpet and secondly not to knock it flying whilst dancing like a tool to Bowie of a Friday night. If I had the budget, there;s definitely the case for a total brand overhaul and some third party partnerships with mineral water, the V&A and football teams that haven't gone 11 years without a win in the FA Cup.
It was also revealed at work today whilst exercising my professional capacity into purchasing behaviour (people don't want to be observed purchasing the cheapest if in aspirational surroundings) that even though I required a white wine to remove the red stain I steadfastly refused to be seen buying a bottle of Blossom Hill white wine in Sainsbury's in Cobham. At least, when everything else is unravelling due to my own ineptitude, its surely reassuring to know that I still have principles that are upheld. Even a stained carpet deserves to be doused with a bit of the good stuff and I was happy to help out with the leftovers.
Mad Men September 30, 2010Posted by normanmonkey in In the news, QPR, Single London.
Tags: Mad Men, Millwall, QPR
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There's a number of ways two young, single, professional gentlemen at the cut and thrust of the London PR scene can spend their evening. Start off with cocktails at The Ritz, dinner at The Wolseley, maybe a private members club or off to Bungalow 8 before retiring to their respective penthouse suites with the women of their choice. Modern day Mad Men.
I wager that few would choose to spend it in an alcove of a football ground in Shepherds Bush with slightly unhinged, lagered-up middle-aged 'geezers' who also happened to be two of Millwall's 'Top Men' (and I don't mean in the boardroom) as riots and pitched battles flared up outside.
Come to think of it, that wasn't exactly how DT and I envisaged spending our evening at the Rangers either: grinning inanely and taking deep breaths upon hearing yet another rapid-fire yarn lamenting the good old days of mindless acts of violence.
That was all made possible by Blewett who thought it would be a nice touch to introduce two regulars from a former pub of his to the club restaurant where we were dining so we could enjoy a live recital of The Football Factory.
This somewhat undermined the military precision planning and leaving work early from Bermondsey to be inside the ground at 6pm to escape the hooligans outside the ground only to discover our own mate had arranged for them to come to us. Of all the measures taken, that was not one I'd calculated for. Nice one, Blewett. I've never felt such gratitude and relief upon having my hand crushed in a farewell handshake goodbye.
I think we heard about 200 anecdotes unbroken for a pause for breath and all of them containing the words 'Tear up' (usually prefixed with the ubiquitous 'proper' or 'right old'). Believe me, it's exhausting this whole trying not to get a bottle of Becks banged on your head business – survival instinct kicks in.
The strategy when confronted with two men of a certain age for whom a broken nose is a term of endearment is to agree with everything they say and not to mention that you work in the media, have close friends who are French, use a personal trainer, read The Guardian, dislike lager, drink espresso martinis and, in DT's case at least, you live with someone who has just competed in a Ladyboy of the Year competition. Actually, there's no acceptable social context for the latter. He's just going to have to soldier on alone with that one.
The football was largely inconsequential. As we were reliably informed by our acquaintances it was all about the tear up. Apparently liberties had been taken and a lot of old faces were coming out of retirement for this one. They weren't wrong. Shepherds Bush was a battlefield in places and the violence made international news (USA Today, The Australian, The Ealing Gazette).
If Blewett was bang on the money with one thing it was better to have them inside with us, than for us to be outside without them. I see the logic, but I'd still sooner have swapped them for Penelope Cruz and Megan Fox, but maybe not for Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall. I'd have probably taken him and his chickens, covered them in QPR memorabilia, lobbed them in the away end and turned a blind eye to that one.
After all that tension, we naturally needed to escape the war zone for a couple of late night cold drinks to calm down. From Romper Stomper to Old Compton Street in thirty minutes. How;s that for varied night out and we'd have almost certainly got a pasting for mentioning that as a potential destination. Anywhere to avoid a beating. Better to be hit upon by a man than hit by one is my new motto.
Play your cards right September 27, 2010Posted by normanmonkey in Friends, Music, QPR.
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Waking up to a jolly cretin on the local radio station announcing that the train you'd rather been hoping to catch into town has been cancelled – along with all those that follow it – is a surefire way to kickstart the working week. The only positive was the arrival in the post of the credit and debit cards I managed to lose over the course of 24 hours last week with depressing predictability just prior to a date with a woman who appeared to be both fussy and high-maintenance.
She had the good foresight to cancel the date hours before, but my being forced to subsist from a Friday to Sunday night on the company card is going to reveal to our Financial Director, at the very least, the itinerant lifestyle a West Byfleet dandy.
It's all laid bare with spectacular predictability: Village East cocktails, Waterloo cash withdrawal at 8am on Saturday morning, the train fare to Queens Park Rangers, Threshers, Sunday lunch in Weybridge and a Chinese takeaway. One thing that didn't get a reduction on the card was the offer of a discount on a good bottle of Morgon from a shop proprietor on Bermondsey Street on the condition I give him a kiss. Friday had been one of those nights.
Latterly, I even managed to restrain myself from buying the 5disc box set of Bowie's mid-70's masterpiece Station to Station (according to legend The Dame was so out of it during recording, living on a diet of raw peppers and milk, that he is quoted as saying he only knows he recorded the album in LA because more reliable people have told him so). That particular gem has now been ordered as the first purchase on the new cards.
Two weeks of almost unceasing gym activity and abstinence from the grape always feels like two weeks too many when you've been stood up and Levi is grinning at you from the entrance to Village East. It was a fine evening and the company excellent as always. The next doorway I encountered in the light of day was the entrance to Loftus Road and a meeting with Blewett and Robbie Gale for a good lunch, three goals and three points before retreating back to the Wisley with the latter to celebrate another weekend at the top of the league that has left many people staggering around Shepherds Bush in shock.
Sunday evening's subsiding mood was lifted by a text from DT that simply read 'I'm at the Ladyboy of the Year 2010 with my new flatmate. He's in it'. At least I knew there would be an illuminating conversation over morning coffee prior to getting down to the business of public relations. He's gone from living with 70 year old landlady to a twentysomething landladyboy. While the former cooks a far better roast beef dinner, the latter clearly wins hands down in a head to head Beyonce lookalike contest.
There had been a sense that perhaps a return to the gym was what was required this evening. However, nodding off on the train back from Waterloo was probably a sign that tea and rest was required. Tomorrow I'll need all the energy I can get as I may have to break my record time for running a mile. QPR are hosting Millwall. West vs East. And DT and I have to take the same route into Shepherds Bush from our Bermondsey office as the all nutters and their nuttier mates from the New Den.
We've talked about leaving work early for the journey so we can do our new business pitch the next day with our own teeth. We reckon 10am should be about right.


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Spring FeverTuesday, January 19, 2016 4:30 AM
So if you are anything like me right after the holidays you are ready for Spring...and by ready for Spring, I mean totally over Winter. Yes, I know it has only been Winter for about a month, but I am ready for warmer temps, longer days, sunshine and less layers. After waking up to a few inches of snow on the ground today I realized I have a long road of Winter ahead of me. It just seems January - March is the hardest, BUT I will plan a winter trip, pin beautiful warm destinations, wear Spring pastels, and hopefully make it through the remainder of the winter not wishing too much of my life away.
How do you Winter?
xx, Elise
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There was yet another mass shooting spree recently, the horrific shooting at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. Our thoughts and prayers go to the families of the victims of this horrible tragedy, and only God's healing spirit can provide comfort in this most difficult time. The kids who marched on Tallahassee and Washington, in response to this mass shooting, were no doubt feeling frustration, anger, and sadness. The media narrative that they were marching for gun control is incorrect – those demands were reflective of adult influence or the uninformed … they are marching because they want to be protected at school.
Mass killers usually are attacking soft targets – schools, movie theaters, concerts – you know the type: gun free zones!
There are many issues to resolve which can protect our kids, from heightened efforts to treat and identify mental illness and separating kids with evidence of such mental issues. You can arm teachers, use metal detectors, add armed guards … you harden, not soften, the target. Do you want someone to confront and eliminate the threat, or just cower in their room praying the police arrive on time?
Many did not waste a single moment before they immediately politicized this tragedy, calling for (A) immediate gun control legislation, and (B) mocking the call for prayer and support for the victim's families. It is their default position to immediately attack in the political realm as opposed to considering the pain of those enduring the tragedy first hand.
Left off the list was a number of things that are no longer common – child rearing, punishment for bad behavior, respect for other people, respecting the value of life, being taught the permanency of death, parental responsibility, video game addiction … all of the above have a greater impact on why kids are acting out more often through the use of violence.
Make no mistake – guns are a central feature in our culture wars. Passing legislation to limit access to guns is an ongoing political objective of many. Of course, no one seems to get the irony that the same government we want to take control of our weapons and to get rid of the 2nd Amendment was tipped off (the FBI) dozens of times regarding the Parkland shooter and did nothing. This is the same government who ignored these advance complaints regarding the shooter among other high-profile failures …the same government who could not protect the school in the first place … a government bankrupt and awash in debt … these are the same people we wish to give control of our guns to, right???
Spurred once again by national tragedy, the gun control debate is raging … what are the key points on the opposing sides of gun control?
I. Arguments in favor of more gun control legislation:
- 2nd Amendment not an unlimited right to own guns. Gun control proponents point to the "well-regulated militia" language found in the amendment to argue that the language only guarantees the right to those who are members of a militia. However, the courts have interpreted it consistently throughout history as a personal right of ownership. The most recent Supreme Court rulings have stated as much:
- District of Columbia et al. v. Heller (2008). US Supreme Court majority opinion stated – "The Second Amendment protects an individual right to possess a firearm unconnected with service in a militia, and to use that arm for traditionally lawful purposes…."
- McDonald v. City of Chicago (2010). The Supreme Court ruled "…that the Second Amendment is an individual right. The Founders understood that the right to own and bear a weapon is as fundamental and as essential to maintaining liberty as are the rights of free speech, a free press, freedom of religion and the other protections against government encroachments on liberty delineated in the Bill of Rights."
- Other countries have gun control and it has worked. Switzerland and Finland among others both have high gun ownership rates, yet their death rates by gun are much lower than the US. They maintain a strict licensing and background check regime which many suggest is far more extensive than here in the US. The data, however, does not reflect mass shootings, and only refers to overall gun deaths. Further, it does not control for mental illness, disease, or homicide committed by other means. The US has a licensing and background check system, so having those in place does not ensure yourself from being free of gun violence.
- Civilians should not own military-grade weapons. No one needs to own an AR-15, so goes the argument. You don't need it for hunting purposes, and it is an assault weapon whose only use is for mass-scale slaughter. At least, that is the narrative. An AR-15 is no different than most hunting rifles and the ammunition for a .30-.30 traditional hunting rifle is larger in diameter and can cause much more damage to the target. The only difference in most cases is the AR-15 is painted black.
II. Arguments against additional gun control legislation:
- What other countries do is not comparable to the US system and American society. Countries of a few million people, with a mono-ethnic population, are not comparable to the United States. Further, there are trade-offs in personal freedom that US citizens enjoy than many Europeans do not. Homicide rates everywhere else – Latin America, Russia, Asia – all are either police states or do have comparable homicide rates as in the US. Lastly, mass killing is not limited by gun restrictions – as seen with the number of deaths caused by knives, blunt instrument and vehicular homicide. Mass public shootings, per one million people, the US is NOT number one, but 11th … behind France, Norway, Switzerland, Finland, and just barely ahead of Canada (14th), England (15th) and Germany (16th). In England, mass stabbings have surged 21% since 2015, and gun crime is up 15% even with strict gun control laws. In other words, even with 2nd Amendment gun rights, we are no worse off than other modern Western countries contrary to mainstream media reporting – and better off than many.
- The very purpose of the 2nd Amendment is the right to own military grade weapons. The language is quite familiar to most:
- "A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed."
It can be both – protecting the right to a militia and, after the comma, the right of the people to keep and bear arms so they can easily join the militia … it could be that the right to keep and bear arms must exist in order to have a militia … it explicitly says the right cannot be infringed upon … but the bottom line – it is not about protecting against crime or a mass shooting, but it is about how to maintain your freedom. This suggests we find other ways to protect our children, not by taking away fundamental Constitutional rights.
- 2nd Amendment is a protection from the government … not an issue related to school shootings and mass crime. As stated, the 2nd Amendment is not designed to allow gun owners to hunt, or even protect their homes from intruders, but to overthrow the federal government if it becomes tyrannical (these were the wishes of the Founding Fathers, NOT radicals). The United States is a revolutionary nation, born from its de-colonial roots, and its anti-monarchial creed. Centralized power was to be resisted, as the Founding Fathers exclaimed commencing with the Declaration of Independence. The 2nd Amendment is what guarantees all of the other amendments.
(Just as an FYI – these countries established gun control, you can see how well it went:
* In 1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about 20 million dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
* In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, 1.5 million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
* Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of 13 million Jews and others who were unable to defend themselves were rounded up and exterminated.
* Guatemala established gun control in 1964. From 1964 to 1981, 100,000 Mayan Indians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
* Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, 300,000 Christians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
* Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, one million educated people, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.)
Gun control laws and banning guns is unconstitutional and goes against how Americans ensure they can keep their God-ordained, Constitutionally enshrined and protected freedoms. That's what the 2nd Amendment is for. Hardening the site, adding armed guards, arming teachers, bullet-proof glass, hardened doors, restricting ingress and egress, force deployment around campus … those actions and more could have prevented the assault at Stoneman Douglas High School.
This may not have a direct effect on your money, but the fraying of the social fabric does. We are living in difficult times, and safety should be a top priority in planning out your everyday life. Our kids deserve the same consideration.


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November 03, 2005
TCU Business Student Wins Global Student Entrepreneur Award
For Immediate Release
Contact: David Minor Director, Neeley Entrepreneurship Program Texas Christian University (817) 257-5608 email@example.com
TCU Business Student Wins Global Student Entrepreneur Award
Adam Blake honored at Collegiate Entrepreneurs' Organization Conference in Orlando
FORT WORTH, Texas (November 3, 2005) - TCU's Neeley School of Business entrepreneurship program announced today that Adam Blake has been named the winner of the 2005 Global Student Entrepreneur Awards competition. The honor, which is sponsored by the Entrepreneur Center of St. Louis University, Missouri, is bestowed upon the top collegiate entrepreneur chosen from 18 U.S. and international regions. "The Neeley School of Business is proud to see Adam recognized for his business achievements," said David Minor, director of the Neeley entrepreneurship program at TCU. "It is certainly an honor to see one of our own making such an impact. Adam is an excellent example of the type of innovative, talented students we hope to attract to our entrepreneurship program." Blake, a junior entrepreneurial management and finance major, has been running his businesses, B&B Acquisitions and Blake Venture Corp. while attending school full-time. He won first place in the Global Student EntrepreneurSM Awards competition and received a check for $10,000 for his business' profitability, social responsibility, innovative approach, and all-around success and ethics in practice. "I'm extremely pleased to have received this award," says Blake. "The level of expertise and achievement of the entrepreneurial students in the competition makes the honor particularly gratifying to me." B&B Acquisitions is a real estate company that Blake began as a college freshman by purchasing and renting property to college students, and has since expanded to property management, buying and selling for short-term gains, and commercial real estate investment and development. B&B Acquisitions/ Blake Venture Corp. currently owns and manages an investment portfolio worth nearly $3 million that contains real property, stocks, and options. Blake hopes to ultimately turn his newest business, Blake Venture Corp., into a real estate investment trust. The Global Student Entrepreneur Awards competition is a two-tiered awards program that recognizes the entrepreneurial efforts of undergraduate students from all over the world. The program's mission is to inspire students to adopt entrepreneurial endeavors by bringing global visibility to undergraduate business owners whose companies adhere to high ethical standards and are innovative, profitable, and socially responsible.


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"I knew Dorota through the breathwork community and have been touched by her way of communicating which I now know is connected with Nonviolent Communication.
I wanted to be able to communicate better too and so when my (professional development) supervisor was leaving, Dorota was an obvious choice.
I knew I'd be received with empathy and sensitivity.
As it turned out, there was another reason why I was drawn to her sensitivity: because it spoke to mine. Dorota has helped me to value this aspect of myself.
We've been working together for well over a year now and I really appreciate knowing that whatever happens in my work life, she'll be WITH me: holding me, listening to me, reflecting back what she heard from me and asking questions.
She helps me care for myself on an even deeper level, especially seeing the value of my sensitivity rather than judging it as a problem or a heavy weight in me.
As a result, I feel seen, loved and supported as a human being.
No matter what I go through, a bit of panic or "wrongness", she hears it with an open heart and a wide angle mind, compassionately and without judgement.
I leave our meetings fully nurtured, recentred and it provides me with a wide, generous space to contain other people (my clients).
Over the year I've been working with Dorota, my confidence has grown when it comes to addressing my specific needs and communicating with clients and friends.
It's now rare that I need to ask Dorota for attention between session (which is part of her package).
This is because I've learned to pay attention to myself when stuff comes up.
I can check how I'm addressing the situation. Am I truly giving people choice? I know that in the past, I sometimes thought I was when I wasn't.
I really saw it from Dorota's feedback to some of my written communication. I learned a lot from that.
For me, it affects all areas of my life that no matter what's going on, Dorota will be there. Non-judging, supportive, helping me to get to peace and communicate in a way that serves both parties.
The other day, when I had a difficult lesson with my dance teacher, Dorota guided me to recognise what was going on for me while I was feeling very vulnerable.
I saw that I don't have to cut off connection in order to cope. I was able to recentre myself. It allowed me to continue enjoying my lessons.
I also clarified my client-practitioner agreement and now feel well held by that too.
I got to create something that's really specific to my way of working and my needs. It brings clarity and guidance to my relationships with clients.
Dorota has a very wide range of nurturing and sensitive words when she talks to you and when she mirrors what she's getting from you.
Often, her turn of phrase has the effect of connecting you more with yourself. It gives me stillness and peace instantly.
If you're sensitive and want support which is kind, compassionate and will help you find peace from overwhelm, I really recommend Dorota.
Especially if you're a bit more mature and like to enquire into yourself and communicate with others with authenticity and depth of understanding."
Beatrice Garoche, Breathwork Consultant, London


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Nice Gets You No Where : Blogmas Day Two
I'm late with this post, I know. I just wasn't feeling myself yesterday and I didn't want to post in a sour mood. I had my first real brush with reality - nice gets you no where. Really it doesn't. Truth, responsibility, all of those "good" qualities you were taught in grade school? Throw them out the window. There's no room for that in this world. None at all.
We live in a cruel, disgusting, materialistic world where money and "things" mean more then our self worth and more than the TRUTH. It's hard to believe grown adults (people we will eventually become) are the ones who are double-crossing and deceitful when you least expect it.
I am honestly shocked and disgusted. I couldn't believe that someone could be so unfair and take advantage of my inexperience to weed out compensation. And here I was thinking that the world is reasonable and fair!?! Who am I kidding?
At first I almost succumbed to it and I thought I had to give in.... after much thought I've decided I won't, I shouldn't have to. If they can be cunning, then so can I. I was raised to say please and thank you and I was taught to say sorry and never run away from responsibility. I did just that, thinking that's what every nice person does and expected the same in return. I got nothing except for a big fat expectation I am supposed to fulfill just for common courtesy? I don't think so!
Time for me to stop being a pushover. Throwing my manners out the window. I'm going at it head first, horns out. People often mistaken my manners for weakness. Nope, not this time. At 22, I never thought I'd be learning so many things about the people in this cruel world ...
Atleast now I know what I have to look forward to as I grow up and go through lifes other obstacles. I seriously can't believe this bull. Wish me luck.
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By Mike Ellis
I grew up not liking Space Mountain, so it's quite a turnaround that I have a great #DisneyMemory for this ride!
When I was a kid, roller coasters were not my friend. I didn't like the speed, I didn't like the turns, and at the top of my list of ones I didn't like was Space Mountain. However, as I got older, I tried other roller coasters, and learned that they are a lot of fun, and have been a fan of roller coasters for years now. The first time I road Space Mountain was in 2000 with my soon to be wife Cindy, and since it was in the dark, I kept trying to anticipate the turns, and ended up with a splitting headache for my troubles. So, that first time, definitely not my favorite #DisneyMemory!
However, I gave it another shot in a different visit, and over time, I grew to like Space Mountain a great deal. My favorite #DisneyMemory from this great attraction comes on June 11, 2012 — which just happens to be the day that Shane proposed to Stephanie — and the day that Stephanie, Shane, Cindy, Kyle, Kerry, and myself …read more


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Discussions, conversations, arguments, debates will mostly have two sides to it. It's not often that one side will agree with the other. We all have our reasons for believing and/or standing behind a statement. At one time, I would stand behind my point and not give up until that person would concede, because I would verbally berate my view is the correct one. In my field of work, you really can't do that. You have to see what you're looking at, be reasonable, understand the points and then decide if you agree or not. Key word being understand. I think that's something a lot of people forgotten about.
Usually when one of hears the word "understand", said person would go into a mindset and automatically think that the discussion is over and the other person conceded and believes you. Like I said, I used to think that. But not anymore though. When discussing any topic on hand, I want to make sure that the other person understands what I am talking about. I don't care if they agree with my point of view, just understand my reasoning.
Over the last couple of weeks, I've had two "arguments" that have stuck out in my head. I put arguments in quotes because in both instances, neither one of us were verbally attacking each other. But I do felt that in both instances that I was completely in the wrong, my reasons didn't mean shit, and defending myself was pointless.
But in both cases one thing was true, I was in the wrong, and I fully admit that. But I felt that despite the reasons, both parties didn't understand my reasonings. I think it's because of they understood where I was coming from, they would think that they would have conceded, and I would have won.
Not the case at all.
I understood their points and what they were getting at, and I said that. But it just didn't seem like my point was getting across. I knew if I tried to get the other side to understand, it might have gotten far worse. For now, I just threw in the towel and let it be. Some things are not worth the time, money, and energy, as in the end results.
So if you understand what the other person is saying, tell them. But also tell them that you don't agree. Just because you understand their point of view, that does not mean that you agree. you both have reached an equal point.


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Capt'n Cronic Voodoo Terp Spinner
$550.00 / Sold Out
Voodoo "Terp Spinner" dual uptake recycler by artist Capt'n Cronic in Texas November 2017
Colorpull is Vodoo by Glass Alchemy, a new and amazing CFL colorshifter
10mm female joint
3 hole diffy
7.1 inches tall
4.6 inches to the top of the joint
4.5 inches to the top of the uptake
2.75 inches across the base
1 inch across the mouthpiece
Weight 218 grams
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Jolley's Boathouse is an iconic Adelaide restaurant located on the riverbank of the River Torrens. Situated on Jolley's Lane just off of King William Street this fine dining restaurant provides stunning views of the river, delicious food and good quality wine. Adelaide Food Central was invited to try two special deals that will be available this winter.
The first offer we sampled was the Mud Crab and Moritz. The beautiful dish includes a whole mud crab sourced from Darwin and 4 Moritz beers. The crab that is used in this dish arrives from Darwin three times a week, and is still alive. The crab is killed to order to ensure a fresh and top quality product is being used. The spicy chilli and coconut broth that coats the crab is to die for. Beautiful Asian herbs including coriander and basil are used to help to infuse the rich and creamy coconut broth. We were also provided with delightful oily baos (an Asian type of bread) to soak up the juicy broth. Be sure not to wear your best shirt when eating this dish, as you most likely going to have some fun and get messy.
The second offer available is the Duck and Pinot. The dish includes a whole duck and two stunning glasses of Pinot Noir. The duck had been salted with prickly ash (sea salt and Szechuan Pepper), and then smoked and steamed. When the duck is completely cooled down it is split in half and brushed with ketsup manis and fried until the skin is crisp. As soon as the duck was bought to the table you could smell the smokey flavours of the crispy skin. The duck breast was absolutely divine and the skin was cooked to absolute perfection. The duck was served with steamed rice, Asian greens, Szechuan cucumber and a sticky date sauce. The sweet dates and thick sauce complimented the smokey duck flavours, and made a perfect combination. The Asian greens were very fresh, crunchy and paired well with all elements of the dish.
Jolley's Boathouse is open for lunch Sunday to Friday from 12pm and dinner Monday to Saturday from 6pm. We would love to thank Gabriella and the professional staff at Jolley's Boathouse for inviting us along to their stunning restaurant.
Words by Tomika Salerno
WHERE: 1 Jolleys Lane, Adelaide


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Film critic Shlomo Schwartzberg is spending his Mondays for the next several months on a lecture series about the career of one of America's greatest commercial filmmakers. Defining Greatness: Director Steven Spielberg launched on January 20 with a examination (and clips) of some of Spielberg's greatest hits (E.T. the Extraterrestrial, Lincoln). On January 27, the series looks at early films like Duel and Jaws, before moving weekly through the rest of Spielberg's body of work. There's a flat fee of $90 for the whole series, or drop-in prices for single lectures.
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Lean In – Chapter 4 by Sheryl Sandberg
Consumed => "Lean In – Chapter 4 (It's a Jungle Gym, Not a Ladder)" by Sheryl Sandberg.
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"[Google CEO] Eric [Schmidt] responded with perhaps the best piece of career advice that I have ever heard. He covered my spreadsheet with his hand and told me not to be an idiot (also a great piece of advice). Then he explained that only one criterion mattered when picking a job—fast growth. When companies grow quickly , there are more things to do than there are people to do them. When companies grow more slowly or stop growing, there is less to do and too many people to not be doing them. Politics and stagnation set in, and everyone falters. He told me, 'If you're offered a seat on a rocket ship, you don't ask what seat. You just get on.' I made up my mind that instance. Google was tiny and disorganizaed, but it was a rocket ship. And even more important to me, it was a rocket ship with a mission I believed in deeply."


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Charity Focus on Play2Give
Written on February 9th, 2016 by Make-a-Donation and filed in Latest Charity News & Campaigns
Play2Give was founded by Didcot's Andrew Baker in late 2007. As a fundraising organisation, P2G has proved to be hugely successful, and continually growing each year, successfully raising money for local charities principally for the Oxford Children's Hospital, through organising events, such as annual football tournaments and fundraising parties.
Andrew began fundraising in 2003 as a 14 year old, as his way to say 'thank you' to the wonderful medics who had been treating him since birth, particularly for the major brain surgery he endured at the Radcliffe Infirmary in 2001.
Play2Give has donated over £45,730 for numerous Oxfordshire causes since 2007, with over £36.2K of this donated to the Oxford Children's Hospital. As of late 2014, Play2Give are fundraising to achieve a £40,000 target for the Children's Hospital to name its very own room on the Melanie's teenage Ward, which once achieved a plaque will be in situ of this sponsored room.
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The papers I used was DCWV and the image is from Pollycrafts and then coloured in using my brush marker pens. The ribbon and wire heart is from my stash. The sentiment is created on my pc and the flowers I made myself.
08 October 2008
Double Challenge A Spoon Full of Sugar & Sketch Saturday
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This is so pretty. I love the little details like the wire heart.ReplyDelete
Gorgeous card, Thanks for playing along this week, Hugs Debbie xReplyDelete
great design and lots of lovely touches...I love it !ReplyDelete
Gorgeous card, love the colours and the paper and your image is so cute, thanks for joining us at SS this weekReplyDelete
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brilliant colour combination Michele, love the embossed panel and the little wire heart embellishment..xxReplyDelete
gorgeous card and such a cute image Jill xReplyDelete
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I love pink and green together.
Erm, you must do too, judging by your blog LOL!
Great card Michele, I love the cute fairy image and pretty papers that you have used. Thanks for joining us this week at Sketch Saturday. Debbie xReplyDelete
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The Winner of the wool soaker is Amanda from The Fun Mommy . Congratulations!! Thank you to all who commented and entered.
I handwashed 2 loads of flats today. I wanted to handwash all of the flats I used during the challenge even though the challenge is over. I am now thinking of doing the 30 day challenge but I don't know if I am entirely committed to that idea yet.
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Friday, 08 January 2010 04:51 PM
Nearly 2 million Americans have dropped out of the work force since last May — and if they hadn't, the unemployment rate would have risen a lot more dramatically over the last several months.
Either way, joblessness is quite high. The Labor Department said Friday the unemployment rate remained at 10 percent last month, the same as in November and just below the 10.1 percent rate reached in October. The October figure, which was revised down from 10.2 percent, was the highest in 26 years.
Employers cut 85,000 jobs last month, but hiring and firing isn't the only thing that affects the unemployment rate. Also important is the overall size of the labor force, which is the number of people working and actively looking for work.
The unemployed who aren't searching for jobs — either because they're discouraged or because they're returning to school or caring for a family member, among other reasons — aren't included in the labor force and aren't counted in the unemployment rate.
Since May, the labor force has dropped to 153.1 million from nearly 155 million, a 1.2 percent decline. More than 660,000 people exited in December, the most in any single month in 14 years.
Had all those people remained in the work force and hunted for jobs, the December unemployment rate would have been 11 percent instead.
What worries economists is that many of those people are likely to resume job hunting if the economy continues to pick up. That could boost the jobless rate to 10.5 percent or higher, even if the economy improves and employers start hiring again.
Here, by the numbers, are some more details you can find deep in the employment report.
85,000: The net total of jobs lost in December
4,000: The net total of jobs gained in November, the first gain in 23 months
127,000: The net total of jobs lost in October
691,000: Average number of jobs lost each month in the first quarter of 2009
69,000: Average number lost each month in the fourth quarter
7.2 million: Total decline in U.S. payrolls since recession began in December 2007
15.3 million: People unemployed in December 2009, down from a record 15.6 million in June
12.1 million: People unemployed in December 1982, the record before the latest recession
10 percent: Unemployment rate in December 2009
10.1 percent: Unemployment rate in October, revised down from 10.2
4.9 percent: Unemployment rate in December 2007, when the recession began
10.8 percent: Unemployment rate in December 1982, the highest since World War II
27.1 percent: Unemployment rate for teenagers in December
15.6 percent: Unemployment rate for those 20 to 24 years old
39.8 percent: Proportion of unemployed who've been out of work six months or longer, a record
29.1 weeks: Average length of unemployment in December, also a record
6.1 million: Number of people unemployed for six months or longer, also a record
1.3 million: Number unemployed for that long in December 2007, when the recession began
46,500: The number of temporary jobs added in December
9,900: Jobs added in financial services and insurance
10,800: Jobs added in education
21,500: Jobs added in hospitals, nursing and other health care sectors
4,000: Jobs added in architectural and engineering services
3,400: Jobs added in computer services
9.2 million: Number of part-time workers who would have preferred full-time work last month
2.5 million: People without jobs who want to work but have stopped looking
17.3 percent: "Underemployment" rate in December if you include the above two categories
17.4 percent: Underemployment rate in October, the highest in records dating to 1994
13 percent: Female heads of households
8.4 percent: Asians
9 percent: Whites
12.9 percent: Hispanics
16.2 percent: Blacks
27.1 percent: Teenagers
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There was an article written in the SoCalPatch that once proved something to me that I learned long ago as it applies the Palos Verdes Homes Market and for that matter, any niche real estate market place…
There's a reason why the old saying in real estate has been true, is true now and will always be true … "Location, Location, Location!"
The article headlines with the statement "LA Home Prices And Sales Decline". The California Association of Realtors stats show that the volume of sales dropped 2.8% last month compared to November of 2016 for Los Angeles county. In this, the whole of the Palos Verdes Peninsula patterned that of LA County but in a larger scale. Sale volume dropped about 12% in the 3 month time period of 5/1/2017-10/31/2017 vs 6/1/2017-11/30/2017.
The article also reports that home prices in Los Angeles County declined from $580,360 in October of 2017 to $530,920 in November; down 8.5%. However November's median sale price was up about 9% from November of last year.
Did Palos Verdes homes follow similar patterns? No, they did not. The median price of a Palos Verdes home sold in the 5/2017-10/2017 time period was $1,485,000 while in the 6/2017-11/2017 time period it rose to $1,492,000.
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Dickens Ave.Chicago , IL
United States
See map: Google Maps
Date of Theft
Monday, August 6, 2018 - 11:00am
Basic Bike Info
Bicycle Type:
Road Bike
Black frame with white seat and white handle bars
Condition of Bicycle / Distinguishing Features:
Great condition road bike, carbon frame, Di2 gear shifts, had a phone case attached to the frame.
Owner Information
Owner Name:
Contact Email:
tracy.brammeier (at) gmail.com
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Lock Information
How was the lock defeated?:
Not locked.
Lock Type:
No Lock
What was the bike locked to?:
Bike not locked.
How was the bike locked?:
Not locked.
Incident Description
Which type of area was your bike stolen from?:
Garage or enclosed parking area.
How long was the bike locked in this location?:
Door left open
Incident Description:
This was stolen out of our garage along with a black Guru photon, mid-morning.
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This bike was recovered: