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There is nobody in this country who got rich on their own. Nobody. You built a factory out there - good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police forces and fire forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn’t have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory… Now look. You built a factory and it turned into something terrific or a great idea - God bless! Keep a hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along.

- Elizabeth Warren

best inventions of 2012

seems like the lists of the “years best” are coming earlier and earlier (or is it the time-warping effects of age?)

but these inventions of 2012 from time magazine are a fascinating way to start them off. manmade cloud or Google-glasses, anyone?

indoor cloud

guess the film sillhouette

Have long been a fan of Olly Moss’ film posters. These are lovely..

sillhouette of the dead

(Source: Guardian)

The Joker and the Thief - Worm in the Soul

Hells yeah I do. #crossstitch #tea (Taken with Instagram)

Hells yeah I do. #crossstitch #tea (Taken with Instagram)

are you at a hipster wedding?

are you at a hipster wedding?

have you been watching parade's end?

You should have been.

So I’ve been a little (very? extremely? shamefully?) neglectful of this blog recently. Partly because I started to feel like I had nothing much to say, and who was I to say it on the internet anyway, but that’s probably - and ironically - a whole other blog post in itself.

But the main reason I’ve been remiss in updating the blog - and remiss at work, and of girlfriendly duties - is because of this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfmpxaLl6c4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Sometime late last year I answered a call for open auditions for the Olympic Opening Ceremony. It was one of those “why not” moments that have got me into trouble before (Take a taetwondo class, despite no martial arts experience? Yeah, I’ll give it a go. Run a marathon? Hell, what’s the worse that can happen. Jump out of a plane? Hand me the parachute!), and off I trundled to a neglected corner of East London (Bromley-By-Bow, to be exact) to show of my limited dancing skills, X Factor style. Unfortunately, after two rounds of audtions, I wasn’t successful for the Olympic ceremonies, but was asked to come back to try my hand at the Paralympic ceremony auditions, and this time I was chuffed to find out that me and my friend were both going to have the chance to perform in the stadium as part of the Paralympic ceremony on the 29th August.

Rehearsals started back in June, and have been an increasingly significant part of my social life ever since. As hard and frustrating as it was at times, especially when we seemed to be learning the same steps in slow motion over and over again, the thought of the applause at the end kept pulling me back and putting on my bib. Narcississtic? Moi?

There were times I wondered why I was doing this, as the routine was changed daily the weekend before the performance - with the final addition coming just hours before we were due to go on - and sighed heavily as I peered glumly into my paper bag dinner to spy yet another packet of pringles and bread-heavy sandwiches (I thought I’d seen the last of Nature Valley Granola bars, only to realise they are the snack of choice for Gamesmakers too). But if it wasn’t hard going at times, the rewards wouldn’t be worth anything.

Empowerment was the title of our section, and as we were the last group to perform, we got incredibly good at waiting patiently  around for our turn. And by waiting patiently that I mean we got incredibly good at running around backstage taking stupid pictures, sneaking into the stadium when we weren’t meant to to have a look at what was going on, and stalking Flawless.

Waiting in the entrance (Vom 5, as we got to know it) to go on was a mixture of nerves and excitement. It didn’t quite hit us when the section before us went in. Nor did it sink in when we were told to lift our tents in preparation. But then the music changed, and the previous section came to an end - that was the moment we started swearing. A bit like the moment when you’re on a roller coaster and the ascent to the top starts slowing and you realise you’re about to go full speed on a vertical drop, with no control over what happens at the other side… That’s how those few seconds felt.

Am getting goosebumps just thinking about it.

There’s so much more to say about this, but I could be here for days. The highlights are almost too many to mention - and I think some of them will still be giving me shivers in years to come. Here are just a few more memories:

- Saying “Hi” to Ian Mckellan as he walked through the backstage corridors - and then immediately
- Running on through the audience of Paralympians, chaotically waving glowing red tents and grinning and shouting like a loon as we realise this is our last chance to do this.
- The moment when Helen - giving us cues on the radio as we perform - said, “just take it all in”, and I broke my concentration face mode to look around in wonder at the thousands of people in the audience, cheering us on
- Finding my friend Nat backstage just before we went on for the final song, so I got to share this special time with one of my closest and dearest friends
- Singing, screaming, crying and signing along to “I Am What I Am”, with all my fellow cast members, and the audience too…
- Fireworks!

come on, linda - whaddya say?

sucker for a romance. what do you think?

the museum of failed products