Friday, 23 January 2009

Cake confession

An irreverant blog entry today - I thought I better qualify my claims, at the top of the page, of being a 'champion cake baker'. Actually, I can't claim to have won any championships - nor have I entered any.

Above are some cakes I baked this morning with my friend and sister-out-law Sylvia. Ah, the joy of food colouring! We very much went for the rustic and homemade look, as you will observe...

Sunday, 18 January 2009

I love buses

People think it odd, but I absolutely love buses. Going on them, that is. I don't mean that I am some sort of bus-spotter, noting down registration numbers with glee (those people do exist, oh yes).
I know a lot of folk think that getting the bus is a pain, but I have never seen it like that. Even with a pushchair, which I admit can be a struggle on the bus (especially when you have a driver with a dislike of buggies), going on the bus is, I think, enjoyable. You can read, listen to music or just observe the huge variety of people who choose the bus as their mode of transport.
I am always amazed at the strange items people choose to transport by bus. A few months ago I saw a woman seemingly using the bus as a removal van, with the help of some friends. She even had a fold up bed along with her. It made me wonder what the story was behind that. Just today a man on the 43 caused much annoyance by trying to transport two massive standard lamps. I myself caused much consternation when I took a huge homemade chocolate cake into work on the C2 in 2005.
I have never really understood the naysayers when it comes to buses. I have heard people refer to buses as 'pov wagons' (hmm...very PC!) and so on, but people from all walks of life use them, especially in London. They're a pretty levelling experience, and a social one as well. People tend to speak much more to each other on the bus than on the tube or other forms of transport. There's something sociable and communal about them, I think.
I wonder whether any snobbery about buses stems from Thatcher's hideous comment about how if a man (what about women - do they exist too?) finds himself on a bus after the age of 27 (was it 27? if so, why?) then he can consider himself a failure. In other words, we should all be driving round in cars, sealed off and alienated from each other, contributing to poor air quality, climate change and sitting in endless traffic jams - then we've really made it.
What utter nonsense. All hail buses!

Thursday, 1 January 2009

Please Mr Postman...

We were posting the 268 cards and letters that everyone signed a couple of weeks ago as part of the Amnesty International session. I think we basically filled up the post box! It was extremely satisfying...but this video really isn't very interesting. I apologise. Happy New Year!