November 1, 2010
art, blogs, bogs, funny, pubs, toilet
Being a female that drinks far too much water, naturally I tend to use a loo where ever I go. Whether it be pubs, restaurants, shops and occasionally, porta-loos. Until recently, I never took notice of the doodles written on the walls, doors and sometimes even the loo-roll!
Last Thursday I went to a pub and, yes, I went to loo within 5 minutes of being there, but whereas I’m usually back at the table within 3 minutes, I found myself holding up the queue to read the many interesting and strange mini articles on the back of the loo door.
Now this is all new to me, I find it a strange tradition to write on the door whilst sitting on the loo and at the same time fascinating to think that girls carry permanent markers in their bag to do so? But none the less, this seems to have become an art, whether it be poetry, art, motivational quotes or simply to tell you how drunk they were at the time, toilet doors seem to serve pub loving ladies the same as blogs serve the ever enthusiastic writer.
It seemed to me that the lower down the door I looked, the more depressed I felt, things such as ‘why did my mum die’ and ‘I got raped’. I started to realise that these were troubled girls who were venting their thoughts where they knew their secrets would be kept. I imagine them huddled on the floor of the toilet, permanent marker in hand, telling the world exactly how they feel. I started thinking, what about if we put ‘agony aunt’ types in all the pub bathrooms and see how many girls would talk to them after having a few drinks, or a laptop in each loo for these young ladies to blog their hearts out. But then it would defeat the object of the mysterious ‘bog bloggers’ and take away our ever interesting loo experiences.
I would like to know if men do this. While standing at the urinal do they remove their permanent markers from their back pockets and ‘bog blog’ about their problems or latest achievements? Or do the men that offer cologne in the men’s loo with comments such as ‘no spray no lay’ act as male agony aunts to troubled young men?
I realise this is a issue not often addressed and just want you to know I am not a toilet fiend, but I do think that one must realise, In this day and age, art is not subjected to museums or art galleries. Art is everywhere, one just needs to look.
October 19, 2010
bands, Brighton, festival, Music, reporting, Travel
It was an early start on Saturday, but the sun was shining and spirits were high as 9 Brighton bands, Latest TV and me piled into the coach heading to Amien, France for the Nuit Blanch Festival. I must just metion at this stage how shocked I was to find out that the Euro Tunnel is less like a tunnel-and more like a large metal coffin for vehicles! Once we arrived at Amien and got settled into our hotel, we were off to catch some footage of the protest. This was an experience in itself, probably the most controlled protest I have ever seen, children in prams, elderly members of the public and students all joined in the protest against the government’s handling of the economic crisis.
After a much needed beverage after all the protesting we met up with the white night director on behalf of Brighton City Council, Donna Close. Once recieving our press badges, we headed down to the opening of Nuit Blanche where Thierri Bonte (the vice president of international affairs) said how pleased he was ” we have become great friends with Brighton through Nuit Blanche.” Donna also commented on the three year partnership between the two cities and said how pleased she was to see Brighton students at nuit blanche and that she looks forward to seeing more French students at white night.
We were then handed a glass of purple champagne (that is the best way I could describe the fizzy purple liquid) and given a chance to view the different arts. I would love to mention all of these, but Im afraid it would take me all week, so I will tell of a few of my favourites. The first of these being Brighton artist Sam Hewitt, of fortunecat productions. The name says it all, fortune cats. These great big cats were placed in a courtyard and I watched in amazement as people flooded over to get their fortunes told by these charming cheshires. Sam will be exibiting an Installation Piece Performance at white night this year between 8 and 4 at The Latest Music Bar, Manchester Street.
The exhibitions were placed all over the city including building size table lamps, cutting edge light and projection displays and live painting. But my favourite of all , I say this trying not to sound biast, was seeing the hidden talent of our Brighton bands. The show was kicked off by DJ Jeff Hemmings from Radio Reverb and the first act was Rayon Breed followed by solo artist Emily Baker, then the only band to recieve a cry for an encore Darius Alexander who spoke to me after the show and said that they were hoping playing at nuit blanche would open up some doors for the band. Girl band duet Peggy Sue were next on, followed by Jumping Ships, Mirrors and the electrifying Soccer 96.
These bands were not only enthusiastic and determined, but also very focused young adults who I believe are going to go very far in thier chosen fields. The enthusiasm lasted all the way back to Brighton on Sunday despite most of us having a total of 3 hours sleep!
It was a fantastic experience and I am very thankful to Latest TV for giving me the opportunity to go along and I am looking forward to attending white night in Brighton on the 30 October. More
October 14, 2010
I have lived in the UK for 3 years now and yet there are certain things that I just can’t adapt to. Besides the obvious of the weather, the unbelievably small roads and lack of space between buildings: Its the small things I miss from South Africa, the sound of the crickets late at night, the beautiful thunder storms and sharp distinct bolts of lightning while lying in bed with more than one fan blowing but still practically over heating. Although the typical English seaside towns are quaint and most of the time very pretty, every South African will know what I mean when I say, there is no better feeling than hot sand under feet, waves crashing in your ears and the mixed smell of salt and sunscreen on a summers day!
I find it sad that South Africa is not portrayed in this light enough; all I seem to hear these days is how someone who knows someone got mugged in South Africa. People who I meet that have never been to South Africa seemed shocked to meet someone with all her body parts still attached and not a hater of the country, don’t get me wrong- I am a hater of the crime and corruption, but I truly believe that Africa leaves a stain on your heart.
I have traded in late night Braai’s for mid afternoon barbecues, robots for traffic lights and prestik for blue tac. But I have also gained the peace of mind to walk down to the shops at 10 o’clock at night without being scared of someone stabbing me for £5. Like many South Africans in other countries, my heart belongs to Africa, but circumstances have placed me here and I am going to make the best of it.
October 14, 2010
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