What do get when you combine one of the best songs of the 90’s with one of the best tv shows of all time?
I was feeling somewhat forlorn on the weekend. The ABC have been screening Dr Who repeats nightly in anticipation of the new season and they have just finished the David Tennant era.
I have seen this clip before, but it is always worth a visit again, especially to see how many people are involved in creating a TV show! It doesn’t hurt seeing David Tennant again either…
I know people would beg to differ on the whole Proclaimers issue- I am sure my sister Fiona would as I played it sooo many times when it first came out- but I still have a soft spot for it :).
There is a mixture of sadness and relief when Blogjune is over- relief because the pressure is off and sadness because some of the voices which pop up at this time of year become quiet once more.
I did taper off, especially over the weekends, but it has definitely been the kick in the pants for me to write more and to reflect more.I meant to publish this last night, but real life beckoned in the form of my book club meeting over a glass of wine at the pub, after which I curled up on the sofa with Mr BG to watch a DVD.
There are so many eloquent and reflective people out there, and over the years of participating I have heard about
- The Sydney Film Festival from Mal and Snail
- Bikes and cycling-(I am glad I don’t ride Beach Road Graeme!)
- Ereaders (Con seemed to hold the record for the most e readers)
- Geocaching (in fact I found out about geocaching through Blogjune)
- Cooking and cookery books
- Books and bookshelves
- Travel experiences
- Art and Craft (I am missing Tony’s posts on his knitting endeavours, but loving Hoi’s watercolours and Sally’s ICAD challenge)
- Music (especially Fiona’s Musical Challenges)
Blogjune embraces the whole person, both in a professional and personal capacity, which is what I really enjoy. It’s a chance to meet people behind the pithy tweets or articles shared and photos shared on Twitter and Instagram. Not everyone has happy stories to tell, and people have been juggling, work, house moves, illness, and PhD submissions while still participating.
To everyone who has participated through reading, writing and commenting- thank you for a lovely Blogjune. You are all stars 🙂
Yesterday’s maker space post drew some interest from craft fans, particularly regarding what I was making…
It’s the back of a circular cushion cover, and this is the front.
The insert of the cushion is one which had been sitting on Miss BG’s bed for some time, featuring members of a popular boy band. Miss BG’s fondness for One Direction has waned (cue sigh of relief), and an idea for a project presented itself. As the project also involved using up yarn from a previous project, it was a win win situation :).
I’ll be taking it with me on my next work trip, which is tomorrow!
Kim spoke of her maker space in her home that she shares with her partner. It is fantastic to see people’s creative spaces and places!
Here is one of mine.
I blog on my iPad or phone, crochet at the tennis, swimming pool, train, plane (not in the car as I am the designated driver :mrgreen:). I knit while watching TV (my crochet skills are sadly not up to this level).
My craft projects live beside my bed, hanging from a hook on the back of the door.
My other maker space aka my brain is constantly working, to the point where I don’t sleep at times. It can be particularly active at 2am, at which point I get up to remonstrate with it
This is my front door, a white door with lead lighting in the window.
It means I am home, after a long day at work, or from travelling for work.
Sometimes I have Mooch waiting to be let in at the front door, especially if she has heard the car pull up. If I am lucky, there is a parcel at the door.
Inside it is warm, with a lovely hum from the presence of my family or the central heating.
I have been away from the family for work a bit the last few weeks, and it’s not easy. I am thankful that MrBG is there to keep things ticking along, and I know the kids are in safe hands, even though there seems to be a suspicious amount of white bread and chocolate mousse (in the form of a ‘dairy dessert’) being consumed in my absence.
After the craziness of the last few weeks at work I am glad for a refuge here.
To cut a long story short, I am an 80s tragic.
MrBG knows me all too well and last night we watched a documentary on Spandau Ballet.
Directed by their manager Steve Dagger, and narrated by all the members of the band, it is a tale from their beginnings in North London around Islington to their formation at school, their rise to fame and through to the present day.
The Soul Boys of the title refer to how their early influences were American soul- Stevie Wonder was rated as a strong influence by Gary Kemp, the songwriter of the group.
While one of my favourite songs of the 80s is a Spandau song, my knowledge of the group is patchy. The documentary enlightened me to a few interesting tidbits:
- Martin Kemp Gary’s younger brother was recruited for his looks (he was a bit of a dish)
- The eventual name of their band Spandau Ballet came from graffiti in a Berlin toilet
- Gary Kemp is a wee bit of a control freak (and I imagine was responsible for the documentary’s name)
- Steve Norman loves speedos, sunbathing
- Their look came from being part of the New Romantic movement which formed around the club the Blitz in soho, which also featured people like Steve Strange, Boy George and Marilyn, which you see in photos and footage.
Much of the footage is from home movies, and seeing their earliest shows in 1977 when they were still at school is pure gold. It is this candid footage of these wild boys living it up, with their voices as narrators which make this film feel true and authentic.
Their acrimonious time in court when Tony Hadley, John Keeble and Steve Norman sued Gary Kemp for a share of royalties was dealt with in a broad fashion, and there seems to be an attempt to deal with both sides as objectively as possible.
It is a nostalgia trip through my teenage years, and it was also fun to see glimpses of Duran Duran as their rivals in pop chart success.
If you’re a fan of 80s British pop, do yourself a favour and watch this DVD.
This is one of my favourite places in Melbourne.
It is in the Paris End of Collins Street, but it looks as if it would not be out of place in some suburban shopping strip. Nestled above a 7/11 up a set of stairs is a large room, with a mid-century design feel of open space and pine. At the moment, it is Mamasita, but when I first discovered this place, it was the Recorded Music Salon.
It was where 6 years ago, during a lunch date with my friend Pete, I decided to start a blog- this blog :). It was where I would cajole friends to lunch, and where I introduced Mr BG to the joys of Mexican cuisine (that have only been surpassed by tacos from the Mission in San Francisco).
I would sit at those windows and look at the passers by, the people at the tram stop, the trees and the beautiful buildings opposite and think how fabulous it was to be right there.
I have a photo of my sister aged four throwing a tantrum, while my baby brother looks on. I don’t remember the incident, but judging from the context of the photo, she had a toy and had to give it to him, and was none too pleased about the situation.
I have finished watching the season finale of Game of Thrones, and I feel like my sister- I want to scream and yell and carry on, as characters appeared to drop like flies, and I have to wait a very long time to see what becomes of them all. Cliffhangers suck.
It’s only a TV show and is not real life (though wouldn’t real life be way cooler with dragons?), but there are times when life can be pretty sucky. All you want to do is take to your bed, cry buckets of tears, and self medicate with chocolate, alcohol or both.
I applied for a position at work last year, and did not get it. I had been acting in the position, but there was another candidate who was stronger. It was the first knock back at an interview I’d had in 14 years and it hurt like hell. I will admit that there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth for a day or two, but I remembered what a former library lecturer Walter had told my class. I acted like a professional, did a handover of the role to the new person and moved on to another role- a role, which is one I have come to enjoy immensely.
Out of disappointment can come strength.
Miss BG noticed a large building while we were shopping on Saturday. Part of Federation University (what used to be the University of Ballarat), the building looked quite derelict and forlorn.
The little BGs and I went back today to see if we could get a closer look. This part of Fed Uni was once the School of Mines, established in 1870 and one of the oldest institutions of technical education in Australia. It was established to train engineers and other skilled workers for Ballarat’s gold mines. Its focus shifted to other technical pursuits when the mines closed, as evidenced by the Arts School building.
As we explored we found another part of Ballarat’s history, the You could still see one of the turrets and the great steel doors. Much of the gaol has been absorbed into the university and only remnants of it exist.
We finally found the tower, which was cordoned off behind a wire fence.
The kids enjoyed exploring and discovering a bit of their town they had never encountered before. It also felt a bit naughty to be traipsing around the grounds as if we were trespassing ☺
Heading home, a bit of sleuthing uncovered the original purpose of the tower. It’s a brewery tower originally part of the Ballarat Brewing Company. The company was established in 1895, and brewed Ballarat Bitter, amongst other beers. It waseventually sold to Carlton and United Breweries in 1958. When brewing ceased in 1989, the property was sold to the School of Mines in 1994.
A perfect way to spend a lovely sunny winter’s day in Ballarat 😀.
Ballarat has around 100,000 residents, but it sometimes feels like you know everyone.
Comparing Facebook friends with a girlfriend, we came across a couple of mutual friends- turns out I knew them through Twitter, and my girlfriend knew them because she was either related to them, or they had worked together at one point.
I will go for drinks with one group of friends and bump into someone, who will know at least one other person I am with. I am mindful of talking about people, as I just know my words will be heard by a mutual acquaintance.
I have grown used to my circles of acquaintances converging and am somewhat intrigued by the situations that arise. #becauseBallarat should be a thing :).
Watching the Begonia Festival Parade is more like counting how many people you know…
Of course, it’s like that in Libraryland, but it’s called a Network. I love platforms like Twitter, as my circles have increased to include librarians from other states and sectors. It has come in handy when I introduce myself to someone face to face that I have been conversing with online for ages.
It’s always fun when library circles converge, and they do regularly. One of my work colleagues used to work with Mr BG at the public library, I went to uni studying librarianship
with another work colleague, and the mother of one of Miss BGs mates works with Mr BG. #becauseLibraries ☺