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Cold Blood, Ants and ‘The Other Woman’

16 Jun

I have been home alone for the majority of this week as Stevie was away with work, so I am feeling a little delicate. Bear with me, this may not be the hilarious tour de force it has been previously. Once upon a time we lived at opposite ends of the country for a few months and it was slighty reminiscent of that except much less romantic and much more boring and stressful. Ireland was kind to Stevie, our children were not to me. He ate carpaccio and duck, I ate tinned ravioli and left over fish finger, singular. He slept in a king sized bed, I slept in a mass of limbs and snoring toddlers. It wasn’t all bad, I have a wicked tan from being outside all week to avoid the inevitable cabin fever that comes from zero adult interaction- single parents, I doth my cap! Here I am driven by Pinot Grigio and After Eights (God I am such a cliche) ready for review number 3.

There are already rumblings of discontent because I have expressed certain views on this weeks songs, I wait with baited breath as to whether we will still be talking in an hour or so but if not, it won’t be that different to when he was away and I got a lot of shit tele watched over the last few days so… If watching ‘Jeremy Kyle’ on catch up TV is a crime, arrest me now because I am guilty as charged.


Alt J: In Cold Blood


I have heard this several times on the radio, sort of in the background when I’m driving about and it never grabbed me. I am always pleased when it comes on but never pay it much attention. It has a bit of a James Bond theme tune vibe which is probably down to the brass but that isn’t very fashionable. However, the big brassy sound is unexpected and gives it depth which is much needed as it is bloody repetitive. The music seems really considered, it is multi layered and complex which kind of highlights how lazy the lyrics are, it really reminds me of the robot song from ‘Flight of the Conchords’. A Parody of a good song. BUT and it is a big but, it is so cool and nonchalant and sexy. It makes me want to be an edgier and more exciting person (it wouldn’t be hard!) I want to run away to the indie circus and teach lions to play ‘Seven Nation Army’ on a yamaha keyboard. It has a great Fargo-esque video that is probably better than the song. The fact that I don’t really have anything funny or clever to say about it usually suggests that I am into it. Shit.


Starcrawler: Ants


Urgh, I fucking love this.

It reminds me of a time in my life where I loved Joan Jett and Brody Armstrong. Around 2004 I used to watch P-Rock on Sky and wear a shirt and tie, fish nets and tartan mini skirt. I was doing my A Levels at a girl’s school, stuck in rural Northamptonshire, looking at the beautiful countryside and seething internally because I was so bleeding punk and it was desperately sad that I had been born into the least punk life anyone has ever had. I had been condemned to a life of privilege with nothing to be angry about except the lack of things to be angry about. I can hear Stevie snorting derisively in my head as I type this but I imagine 75% of punks are from the same background. It is quite often the pursuit of people with quite a lot of spare time and not much to be cross about.

The song is hair metal meets punk in 2017 which is a difficult concept to visualise. It is also a song entirely about ants but it’s simple and sublime. No messing, androgynous front woman with a penchant for jumpsuits and mullets, deffo totally sensational live. Everything about it is really refreshing but comfortingly familiar.



Marika Hackman: Violet


Stevie is well into a new wave of 90’s grunge inspired female singers/bands. I had heard one of her other songs being played in our house so had an idea of what to expect. Let me start with a disclaimer: I didn’t like 90’s grunge the first time around and as much as I love love love the influx of women who don’t feel the need to be ‘sexy’ to be successful I find it far from groundbreaking, musically. I also get the feeling that I am in the minority with this opinion. General consensus of this tune by everyone but me: V. Cool. I struggle to be blown away by this song and I know that Stevie loves it so I am expecting a backlash.

I want it to be interesting and there is a string section that took me by surprise but it is all so VANILLA. Yes it mixes things up a bit and I am pretty sure Kurt Cobain had the same t shirt but it is so contrived. It is girls in boys clothes singing breathy, uninspiring songs about the weather (sorry Stevie!!) It is like someone saying that they ate bacon in a hot cross bun. It sounds weird and exciting initially but gradually you realise that people have been eating pork with fruit for hundreds of years and it is just a slight variation on a tried and tested formula. Good effort, pleasant enough but I am unlikely to hand the HP over any time soon.

R.I.P my marriage. We have weathered many a storm like the time I threw a tea bag and hit him in the eye, twice. We have survived my hatred of boxing and the fact that I will categorically never go to Las Vegas. We are still together even though I am a hypocrite by my own admission and he hates ‘The Real Housewives of Cheshire’. We did so well until ‘Marika Hackman gate’. If that isn’t irreconcilable differences then I don’t know what is.

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A Rant!

22 Oct

I was born in the 80’s brought up in the 90’s and now find myself a young adult in 2012. These facts make me part of a troubled generation (the older end of the scale but I am still hanging on in there).  I am sure that every generation had their troubles but it seems that as the economy is struggling and people are very skint we, ‘the youth’ have become a rather sinister cloud hanging around the streets and back alleys. We are vandalising and drinking, drugging,  mugging and reproducing at younger and younger ages. We are unemployed, violent and restless and every week the worlds media laments our lack of ambition and respect. Well that is public perception anyway.

In reality the majority of us are sinking and spluttering in a society that provides no real support, we are awash without any consequences or rules. A lot of us have had very good upbringings, we are educated and provided for. Remember the millionaires daughter arrested for her part in last summers riots? She was not from the rough side of town with parents who would prefer to buy cheap cider than fill the fridge. She was wealthy and wanted for very little yet rubbed shoulders with those who passionately despise the state and the people who run this country. People like…her father say. Equally, several of my friends took part in the marches against government cuts in London last year and were shocked that so many of the so-called Anarchists were from wealthy backgrounds. These were not working class people who felt they were being taken advantage of by the government and had no choice but to turn to violence,  so what were they? Outraged by the injustice in the country or just bored and fancied a taste of danger?

I can’t speak for an entire generation of course but what I can do is give my experience. In recent times I have come up with a theory. It seems to me that this sense of entitlement that much of this yobbish behaviour is attributed to is caused not by the talentless  ‘Made in Chelsea’, ‘TOWIE’ non-celebrities that grace our magazines and televisions but by the lack of discipline we are given. I first began thinking about this recently when modelling. One girl threw her weight around and said she would not wear the make-up that had been planned for the show as she didn’t like it. She was told that her behaviour was unacceptable and she should leave. Within ten minutes she was back in the make up chair having her face changed to her liking. Why is this? She was allowed to return and ultimately her diva like attitude was rewarded. I sat quiet, bit my tongue in spite of the reservations I had about my make up and yet I was now in the a worse position than the girl who had stamped her feet.

This is not a particularly far-reaching or life changing event but I was reminded that at a bar I had once worked in a member of staff was caught on CCTV handing out free drinks to some punters, inviting them behind the bar and overcharging yet she wasn’t sacked. She was reprimanded, however in a time where youth employment was/is so high, she remained employed. This is the landlords prerogative but it breeds resentment amongst those of us who work hard and honestly and takes jobs from those who want to do their best. On a wider scale it raises questions about why we should become respectful and adjusted individuals if someone who has broken the rules and the law is not punished.

Finally, last week I was walking the dog when I came across a group of young lads throwing stones at the windscreen of fast-moving traffic. When I was spotted witnessing their actions the boys turned their attentions and stones at me. I called the police as I headed for cover in a local park.  Firstly I tried the 101 number and was cut off repeatedly. I gave up and as I was a little shaken by this point the boys had met with their friends and the gang had grown to 15/20. I took the decision to dial 999. The operator on the end of the line told me that as I was not injured I shouldn’t have dialled 999. Fair enough I suppose, she continued to TELL ME OFF as  this was anti social behaviour and not an emergency. So all of a sudden I was in trouble for calling the police when I felt I needed protecting.

Of course my peers feel entitled to behave how they want and take whatever their heart desires. There are very few consequences to their actions. So why not? It becomes incredibly difficult to see why  I should remain a decent and hard-working individual as it seems that nice guys really do finish last. The only conclusion I have come to is that I am able to look at myself in the mirror and feel proud that I have treated people how I expect to be treated and that is something that needs to be taught more. We are too easily influenced by our friends, family and the media, what happened to our inner, moral compass? Perhaps somewhere between the Spice Girls and the Millennium it was accidentally erased.