Archive for November, 2008

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Gonna make me a ma…a…a…a…annnnn!

In tonight’s performance, the part of Bec will be played by Penelope.  Penelope is currently starring in the regular production of It’s Me…Penelope; currently in it’s 13th month.  Tickets are still available from all good outlets.

Yes, that’s right folks, if you came here looking for the delightful Bec I’m sorry to disappoint you but she is off holidaying and as I owe her the mother of all favours, I offered to step in for one night only.

I have never guest posted before and I won’t lie, this has been causing me a teensy bit of stress over the past few days.  (I’m such a wuss!)  Having said all that, I poured a glass of wine, (nothing new there then), thought of a theme and started trawling the internet for pictures of hot men.  What?  You don’t spend your evenings doing that?

Just before Bec left for her trip, she mentioned that she could really use a manservant.  Couldn’t we all darling?!  That got my Chardonnay-pickled brain working over-drive and I started to wonder what qualities would make the perfect slave.

This was what I came up with:

He absolutely needs Gorgeous George’s looks.  If he’s going to be working for me 24/7 then I want something pretty to gaze at.

He needs to be good with kids.  I only have the 2, but Brad-Gelina seems to have the knack where looking after a Brad-y Bunch is concerned.

He must have the wit, humour and inteligence of the delectable Stephen Fry.  This man cracks me up, but he is also on my list of “people I would love to be stuck in a lift with”.  (Doesn’t everyone have one of those lists?!)

He must be able to cook gournet food on a daily basis and who better than Jean-Christophe Novelli?  Cute and a Michelin starred chef?  What more could a girl ask for?

If he’s the type to sing while he is defrosting the fridge then he better have the voice of Carlos Marin.  One quarter of Il Divo and, let’s be honest, a rather choice bit of eye candy too!

Finally, he needs to be fairly quick on his feet and so the rather delicious legs (and arse!) of Brendon Cole would be perfect.  Handy if I fancy an impromptu dance lesson, because obviously that happens all the time Chez Penelope!

What do you think?  Did I miss anyone out?

Writing………. and things

Right, I’m a bit nervous here. I’ve never Guest Blogged before. Sure, I’ve ranted endlessly on Benignintervention (My site) and yes, I tune into Outofmytree…..  Daily! I’ve probably read YOUR blog a time or two. But this guest blogging makes me quite, ermmmm well nervous!

Let’s start from the beginning. I know the literary legend that is Rebecca from High School. We were in the same Education Set  (apart from maths, I can’t count.) Carr Hill High was all encompassing, and still is. Elitism is not a word that school has ever known. The previous statement is not intended to insult any individual who has attended or taught at the said institution. However, there were some teachers, who have been an inspirational guide, creating amazing results in the children who have attended.

I have a mouth, and I have always been more than capable of using it, but putting down those thoughts on paper, in a sensible pattern is something else. I obviously can’t speak for Bec but my enduring memory of Carr Hill High School was that of a man call Mr Wall……………. Most of our peers did stare at the WALL rather than listen or interact, but I know I found my passion for prose from this man. I’m sure Bec will agree, whenever she gets back from the wrong side of the Pennines, that writing is not a case of paying attention in class, or passing exams, or even divulging in dialogue. It’s having the passion to THINK!

I have spent the last three days THINKING of what to post on someone else’s blog. I don’t want to enrage anyone by posting anything even slightly inflammatory. (If you want to see that kind of thing have a look at www.benignintervention.co.uk )……… (Got my cheap advert in there, Bec!!)

I went to Parent’s evening at my daughter’s school a couple of days ago. She needs to try harder with hand writing. She is eight and left handed. Her mum and I will hear that countless times before Phoebe leaves school in eight years time. I read her books. Last week she was told to write a piece of prose including similies. She wrote a beautiful passage about her Nanna, who passed away last year.

Phoebe likened her hands to soft, warm pillows. Her eyes to dark blue pools. Her clothes to the freshest flowers anyone has seen. Phoebe wrote……As time goes by she can see these things less and less……..

She got marked down because she spelled clothes wrong, What am I thinking, what are you thinking?

Is anyone…………………………….. THINKING?