After being stuck with a feeling that after an, attempted, good deed I had somehow trapped an old lady in the top floor of WHSmiths to wander around in the stationary, thankfully I've seen her wandering Leicester street. Having been rather busy the last few weeks with a new job which is good, when not having people attempt to kick me in the shins, but does leave me rather tired at the end of the day still having now got goldeneye for my N64 theres nothing better than karate chopping Russian guards after a long day at work.

Anyway taken the plunge so to speak and gone for a spotify account which means being able to listen to music on my phone, which just about drowns out the ramblings of teenagers on the bus on the way to work. Have also begun to suspect I'm getting somewhat older as I actually seem to have a bad hip because of the old weather! I know I wear cardigans and use the term disco tech but theres clearly a line that shouldnt be crossed here I presume the next step is inane rambli...
anyway finally seem to have managed to get one piece of art work selected for the city gallery exhibition shown until January, I'm not yet sure which piece it is as I'm heading down there in a bit to find out in hurar

Before Halloween a few TV horrors.

Just a quick question but is anyone in the BBC'S The Restaurant supposed to be likeable or for that based with sense? My favourite saying so far is the man who exclaimed about his wife "In Ireland we have a saying; she's gorgeous." Or the lady who tried to open a tin with a knife and seriously don't get me started on the guys from the city bar both seemingly beamed in from the 80's complete with high fives and freaking Raymond out with constant winking at him.
Just a question.

Street Fighter alive and judging X factor

M. Bison...................................C. Cole

OF COURSE!

Curly haired village of the damned.

First of all things which annoy me in advertisement number errr 112... This one might be just me but does it throw anyone else when you see the same person in different adverts? I take it theres a breed of actor who must thrive on appearing in adverts silently going about there daily routine whilst celebrities (and one of the Noland sisters) wax lyrical about some product or other that will make life better. During the silent era of movies these actors would probably be giants but in this day and age they must be content pretending to be amazed at how their stained jeans (and who has grass stained jeans nowadays anyway?) are washed even at a low temp or how having six blades on their razor will be even better than 5 (because its one more of course).

Anyway the most recent adverts to feature the same people has Marco Pierre White (another person who seems to have become famous or at least better well known while I was out the country) attempting to flog stock cubes during which he appears to be cooking in a professional kitchen for critics but wha wha what! its turns out its just a bunch curly haired children who I presume we are supposed to figure are his own children although I wonder if his wife knows about these three little strangers living in her home that also looks like a rather large professional kitchen? Annnywaay 0ne child (who must be the leader of the curly mob) then tastes the food that we are led to presume Marco spent all day slaving over then gives a tiny nod to show approval rather than show any gratitude that his, pretend, dad has been working away all day.

I like to think its actually a village of the damned situation where if its not exactly right Marco Pierre White will be lifted in the air and torn apart by the mutant curly haired aliens disguised as tiny annoying food critics; although not as annoying as the ones on master-chef who's job it appears is to pretend as if the cook has just delivered a plate of mud with some leaves sticking out of it.
But I digress somewhat.
The reason I mention this is because the ring leader of the curly haired village of the damned also appears in a rather annoying advert for cereal that shall we say makes a popping noise, making chocolate cakes, how Mr White feels about his fake son sneaking off from his gourmet meals to make chocolate cakes on the sly we will sadly never know unless by the next advert he has mysteriously disappeared to be replaced by an equally curly haired child although one not using the art of deception to gain access to chocolate crispy cakes.
of course it could also just be an advert

Friday stuff

If your in or around Leicester I recommend going to The Curve theatre to see Arthur Miller's All my sons, a play written sometime in 1947 but even more relevant today dealing with what people do for there family or rather the lies they tell to cover the cracks in life, or something like that anyway.

Find tickets and info here

Should at some point head down to London village in the next few weeks to have my finger prints taken by New Scotland yard (which I should point out is for a CRB check not that I've been court committing crimes...or that I've been committing crimes and not been court..oh you get the idea)
As the warm sun has vanished I have course began to get a cold so currently plodding around my house silently grumbling to myself I could do it out loud but cant be bothered so instead its a cup of tea and house work for me woo and indeed hoo

bridges, curves and peel

I've now finished my latest contract at school so this is the first weekday off for a while (well okay a month) which is showing its a bad sign when you've seen all the episodes of murder she wrote...
Anyway some much needed house work this afternoon and managed to bag myself a ticket for tonight's dress rehearsal of Arthur Millers All my sons tonight at the curve theatre so that's something to look forward to.

This Saturday sees the annual John Peel day going ahead despite radio one quietly dropping their commitment continues with a host of bands playing across England, if you've in or around London you could do worst than check out this event which see a host of bands play for only a fiver.

For the last few months Leicester council have once again proved their honesty and in no way going behind peoples back tradition by deciding to destroy the bowstring bridge to make way for DMU to build more buildings in Leicester, in this case a gym, this has lead to various petitions, marches and whatnot.
I think one of the main points of annoyance is that the council and DMU have gone about the business with a great level of under handedness with a number of emails sent in secret confirming deals between the two while denying any final plans to the public. It does make you wonder just how much power the DMU now holds with Leicester council, as its now got to be one of the biggest landowners in the city centre, and one that brings in a huge number of students each year.
To me its also linked to how the council seem to be slowly undermining Leicester Market, one of the biggest and oldest in Leicester, apparently there have been plans for years about building even more flats (because of course that's what people want right now instead of good quality cheap local food, more flats) in the spot. The council have already moved all the bus routes making it more difficult for older people, the main sauce of trade, to shop there. The council have never really invested any money in the central fish market since it was built I think almost 20 years ago despite it returning a nice healthy profit for them, finally I found that a large number of shops around that area are starting to close which although understandable in these economic times its also because landlords have apparently risen the rent so high that no shop can stay there. So far the market traders have managed to fight off attempts to move the market out the city (so that I presume no one can go there) and a Sunday market at the Leicester city stand that they claim would mark a deliberate attempt to undermine their business but I wonder how long they can last. Now I'm not suggesting that the council are corrupt or fully planing on destroying the market in any way buuuuuuut if anything does happen I wonder who might benefit..???

Although this has in no way anything to do with Leicester MP Keith Vaz who has know a number of shall we say bad judgements in the past his wikipedia page is worth checking out, and keep in mind hes head of the ethics committe.

Whilst building work has already started there's still time to join the petition here, or join the facebook group here

damn you paper work damn you to hellllllllllll

Having a CRB check to work in schools is obviously important and understandable. However I've been now told that I need a check done in Japan and apparently that means
A) Getting my finger prints sorted out at the local police station, fair enough it is part of their job to fingerprint people I suppose, however that means paying them 70 pounds! that 70 pounds to print my fingers a total of 10 times that should take about 5 minutes whether they actually use inkk made from unicorn horn remains to be seen.
B) Take my completed unicorn horn inked finger print form to the Japanese embassy, of course as thats way to easy this means taking it by hand with a proof of ID and letter explaining why which may or may not be Japanese (their letter isnt exactly clear) and it should be pointed out I live in Leicester.
C) It can take up to 2 months to be completed which potentially means no work for that time huarrar christmas store job for me.
D) I have to pick the returned form up again by hand so thats another trip to London village.
So there's that.

Greg Wallace continues in his attempt to fit an entire plate of food on his spoon. Micheale keeps doing that unimpressed look.

tv stuff

Two things I've noticed this week although I'm not the first one to point out A)

A) Seriously Greg Wallace stop eating so much either get a bigger spoon and stop trying to pile as much on there as possible or just run off with the plate and sit in the corner chuckling to yourself, no wonder poor Micheal is so thin

B) Its somewhat strange that on ITV 3 just before Wire in the blood comes on (about a fictional northern town that seems filled with either prostitutes or serial killers) you get an advert for welcome to Yorkshire the juxtaposition of "ohh Yorkshire full of mountain bikes and dales" to "Ohh Bradfield I see the latest serial killer has notched up double digits then" I'm surprised they didn't go for the Red Riding trilogy either.