tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74669685484950532392024-03-05T10:20:06.098+00:00Goodynuff MumYet another mummy blogger. Yawn.Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-58956591695490881252015-04-18T22:48:00.000+01:002015-04-20T22:43:32.927+01:00Top line politics<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I’ve been explaining the political parties
to my eldest. She’s only four so I’m sticking, in political terms, to just
briefing the top line. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Ed Miliband is leader of the Labour Party.
We support them.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>Why do we support them mummy?</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Because they want to help all people. And
because they want to take money from people with lots of it and use it to help
hospitals and schools.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>Do we have lots of money mummy?</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Yes sweetheart, we do, comparatively. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>David Cameron is leader of the Conservative
Party. They want people with lots of money to keep it for themselves.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>What about hospitals and schools?</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Exactly, darling. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>The leader of the Liberal Democrat party is
Nick Clegg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Liberal Democrats say
one thing and then do another.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>Oh.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Who is leader of the Liberal Democrats?</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>I don’t remember. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>UKIP are not very nice. The leader is Nigel
Farage. He doesn’t like people from other countries who come and live here. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>That’s not very nice. I like everybody. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Yes, and if people from other countries
couldn’t come here in the past then you wouldn’t be here because Grandma and
Grandpa’s Grandmas and Grandpas come from other countries.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>So does my friend’s mummy. She speaks Rossia. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Russian?</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>Yes. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>The Green Party’s leader is a woman called
Natalie Bennett. The Green Party are not very clever and haven’t thought through
their policies. </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i>Why is only one leader a woman?</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I am so very very proud. I used to write a
lot against lowering the voting age. I accept now that is a battle that is
lost, politically. But more than that, I have embraced the argument. Give four
year olds the vote. They are very insightful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-46976985270485578962014-06-24T15:59:00.001+01:002014-06-25T13:01:51.869+01:00Dear Mr Gove...Dear Mr Gove,<br />
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We are moving house soon, and given our children are coming to an age where we shall shortly be applying for a school place for our eldest, we have been thinking rather a lot about schools. Unlike many of our peers, we're rather pleased that the nearest school to the house we are buying is considered to be terrible, and was given a 'Requires Improvement' in its last full inspection, as we suspect that is why despite there being many parents of small children looking round the house at the open day held for buyers, our bid was the top offer. Unfortunately it is just bad, and not really bad, so is not yet going to be forced to change such as one of the schools near our current house which made the national news with locals' campaign to stop it being a forced academy, but which is now much improved and spoken about highly by those same locals.<br />
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My husband and I have always taken the mickey out of people who move house for a school. In fact we still think that our children will benefit more from a bigger house with their own bedroom and a nice sized garden, than from an outstanding school, though we would like both of course. For a long time we have mocked people we know who say or we imagine say, things such as 'it's all very well for other children but I will not sacrifice my own child on the alter of leftie values' or 'of course State school is fine for most children but my child is musically gifted/dyslexic/extremely academic.' We have been known too to play the game at dinner parties of 'whose school was shittest?' in which we give examples of how poor our own school was before pulling out the trump card of our own A Level results or university place.
And we have long practised the art of snobbery against those who try to take advantage of the grammar schools that do exist such as the friend who moved to an area of grammar schools because her own kid is bright, and who we secretly hope turns out to also have a less bright child because the flip side of grammar schools is that the rest of the schools in the area aren't.<br />
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Mr Gove, unlike the many people on my side of politics, I don't think you are a bad person. I actually think that you come across as one of the more normal people in your party. Descriptions of dinner parties at your house leave me rather wanting an invite myself. I suspect you'd be quite good at poking fun at yourself and a good partner to have at Trivial Pursuit. And I am thrilled you are sending your own children to State schools, the first Education Secretary from your party to do so. But most of all I think you do want better education for all children, regardless of their background, though you don't seem to have managed to get this message across so well, or to have taken parents, teachers or children along with you.<br />
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As we know, one of the key skills of teaching is to break complex issues down into simple, achievable steps. With this in mind, I've written you a very simple wish list of what I would like when it comes to schools for my own children.
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<b>Less choice</b><br />
I don't mean that I want to be told which of the schools in the current system we must go to - because they are clearly all so different both in outcomes and in management style. But I would like all schools to be broadly the same. I don't want to choose between an Academy or a Free School, a Specialist School or a Community School. I just want a school. A single clear system in which schools are run in the same way with a clear hierarchy of control and accountability. <br />
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<b>Every school for everyone</b><br />
Every time someone sends their child to a single sex school, or a faith school, they limit the pool of children going to the co-educational non faith schools we will be sending our own children to, ensuring our children's schools are not truly representative at all. The real world is mixed, and children need to know how to function in the real world. Like all parents, I think, I do not want my children to be the only children of their cultural background in their school. The best way to achieve this is to ensure all the other kids from their background are not hived off into a school for children like them.
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<b>Less reliance on meaningless exams</b><br />
Of course I want a way to ensure standards are as high as possible, and to identify schools, and pupils, not meeting these standards (though I would suggest there is no such thing as failing pupils, just failing schools), but I recently visited a primary school near the area where we will shortly be moving, and was told that pupils learn French in years 3, 4 and 5 but not in year 6 as there is no room in the timetable due to SATs. That means there is no consolidation of the previous three years of French lessons the children have had in their final year of Primary School before moving on to more formal language learning at Secondary School. Surely as priorities go this is skewed, or, to use the less polite French, <i>baisées</i>. (Blame Google Translate if that is wrong - my own London Borough had a crisis in the supply of language teachers in the 1990s, also, incidentally, under a Tory Government.)
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<b>Remember the average child</b><br />
There's so much emphasis on clever kids, and so much emphasis on children without basic skills, but, by definition, most children are average. Of course I think my children are bright - what middle class parent doesn't - but if they turn out not to be academically able I would still like them to have the best education money can't buy. I want them to have teachers who encourage them to achieve their best, qualifications that demonstrate what it is they can do, and a love of learning and knowledge for its own sake, to whatever level they are able.
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<b>Respect teachers</b><br />
I think one of the major achievements of the last Labour Government is to have raised the professional status of teachers, and their salaries. I am now in my mid thirties and when I hear of friends retraining and starting a second career in teaching I don't just think how brave, or how noble, but also how sensible, a career with prospects. I want children, and parents, and other members of society, to see teaching as an honorable profession to be respected. And as such I want teachers to take an individual interest in every child, able to tune into and nurture their individual enthusiasms. Many people I know, myself included, remember individual teachers particularly fondly and the reason nearly always is because that teacher lent them books from their own personal collection, or wrote them a personalised reading list when they showed an interest in a specific area. (Mine was Donald Woods' <i>Cry Freedom</i> - still remembered and appreciated, thanks Miss). But as in any workplace, respect needs to be mutual, and teachers need to listen to and take with them the rest of the school community when making decisions. And to stop bloody moaning all the time.
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<b>Work better with parents who work</b><br />
Government policy in recent years, certainly under the last Government, was all about parents who work. So why are schools so badly set up for it? I don't mean the breakfast clubs and after school clubs, though of course they are vital for many families, but the way meetings for school governors or the PTA are held during the working day, making getting involved difficult for parents with conventional jobs, and the way key dates such as assemblies and school trips and events to which parents are invited are announced with such short notice it is not always possible to schedule in to the working diary, often balanced on a knife edge as it is.<br />
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I hope this helps. With a bit more applied effort, perhaps a smidgen of team work and certainly some clear leadership, I think we can get there. <br />
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Yours sincerely,<br />
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Ellie Levenson
Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-62788053364850121662014-06-18T14:52:00.000+01:002014-06-18T14:59:17.669+01:00My name is Fish<div class="mobile-photo">
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I have written a book. It's called <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/What-Think-About-When-Swimming/dp/1909991023/ref=sr_1_1/276-1739809-5483443?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403098845&sr=1-1">What I Think About When I Think About... Swimming</a> and is illustrated by Katie O'Hagan and published by Troika Books. It's not my first book. I wrote <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Noughtie-Girls-Guide-Feminism/dp/1851686835/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403098959&sr=1-1&keywords=the+noughtie+girl%27s+guide+to+feminism">this</a>. And <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Campaigns-Shout-About-Ellie-Levenson/dp/1851687718/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403098999&sr=1-1&keywords=ellie+levenson">this</a>. And co-edited and contributed to <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fabian-Thinkers-Years-Progressive-Thought/dp/0716306123/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403099025&sr=1-3&keywords=ellie+levenson">this</a>, if you judge a book by the existence of an ISBN.<br />
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But as we know, when it comes to kids, nothing you do before they exist counts. As such, this is my first book.<br />
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It is certainly my first book for children. Though I hope adults will read it and enjoy it as well. And my first book under my given name of Eleanor, rather than the name I generally use, Ellie.<br />
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It felt important to me to reclaim Eleanor. I was known throughout childhood as Eleanor, except to family members. I remember starting university and introducing myself as "Ellie, Eleanor, whatever" and so it came to pass that somewhere around the aged 20 mark, Eleanor went and Ellie stayed.<br />
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At university I stood for election to a sabbatical NUS post (editing the student newspaper). I used the name Eleanor. Whilst I don't blame the name. I lost. I didn't take that chance again, switching to Ellie for my next election, when the winner of a round the world travel writing competition was put to a reader vote in The Guardian. I was Ellie. <a href="http://archive.today/rPep">And I won</a>.<br />
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The job I had been in prior to that, as a business journalist, in which I lasted four months, published me as Eleanor. And the job I got after that published me as Ellie. And Ellie, once again, stayed.<br />
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But it feels right to reclaim Eleanor for my children's book. The name your parents give you is a gift. I remember telling each of my children, alone with them on their first night, your name is X, and explaining why we made the choice we had, what cultural and emotional baggage it would give them. what compromises were made, and how I hoped they would grow to love their names. And always at the back of my mind I have felt a little ungrateful not to use the name I was given.<br />
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Fish, of course, rarely have individual names. The fish in my book thinks about many things. His (it is never directly referred to, but Katie O'Hagan's wonderful illustrations most definitely look male) ponderings cover nostalgia, fears, metaphysical concepts and the meaning of life, as well as wordly pleasures. But I think in his musings, were he to have a name, he would come to the same conclusion about his own book that he dreams of writing, and use his full one. If none of that makes sense, you'll have to buy the book. <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/What-Think-About-When-Swimming/dp/1909991023/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403099068&sr=1-2&keywords=what+I+think+about">You can do so here</a>.<br />
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What I Think About When I Think About... Swimming by Eleanor Levenson and Katie O'Hagan (Troika Books, 2014)</i></a>Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-27077624398148975632014-06-04T22:31:00.000+01:002014-06-05T20:15:46.690+01:00Kirstie and me<div class="mobile-photo">
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I've always had a bit of a crush on Kirstie Allsopp. She's pretty and wears great dresses. I like the mix of successful career woman with crafty earth mother crossed with a dose of poshness and plenty of gob. <br />
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It manifests itself by occasional tweets in which I attempt, in vain, to get her attention. This never works - even the one I send quite often asking where she got her fab black furry hat that occasionally appears on <i>Location, Location, Location</i> never gets a reply.<br />
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Now my crushes don't have to agree with me, sometimes the very fact they don't just serves to strengthen my crush, but sometimes there's that pivotal moment when alarm bells ring and, you know, you still fancy them but you just don't respect them any more. It happened with a man I dallied with some years ago, a fully paid up member of the Tory Party. I found the clash of opinions rather alluring, truth be told, and convinced myself that some Tories even want the same thing as normal people (to make lives better, all lives, starting with the shittest, in case you didn't know) and just have a different approach. And then one day, sitting on a hill with a view of the city, admiring each other and London, he said 'what's the problem with inequality anyway?' He dumped me in the end ("They only think of themselves, Tories, what did you expect?" said my Labour supporting friends ie nearly all of them) but when he said that, my ardour definitely died a bit.<br />
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So it is with Kirstie, suggesting women shouldn't go to university but should instead have babies in their twenties in <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/personalfinance/consumertips/10868367/Kirstie-Allsopp-I-dont-want-the-next-generation-of-women-to-suffer-the-same-heartache.html" target="_blank">this interview</a>.<br />
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The thing is, I'm not beyond offering similar advice myself. A postgraduate student once asked me in a lecture on freelancing, how to ensure she isn't so busy trying to be a successful journalist that she doesn't find time to have a family. I don't know, I had to reply, it's why I lecture part time and freelance the rest of it. Do it now, I told her, have your babies first.<br />
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But I didn't really mean it. By the time I was in my thirties, even before the children came, I was tired of networking and drinking all evening with people looking over my shoulder for someone more important. I did it for ten years and I was bloody good at it, always the one at a reception or networking event flitting between people, gathering business cards, flattering and quipping and remembering key details to bring up in the next day's pitches. But that kind of thing has a limited shelf life, as it should. Otherwise you end up the old soak at the bar trying to wow interns with stories about how great you are whilst pretending you're not hanging out for one more glass of cheap white wine. Luckily, I did it for long enough and was good enough at it that I am still living off the contacts I made then. Start the ten year process post children, when you need to get home for the babysitter or get up at 6am to watch Tikka-fucking-billa on CBeebies? Not likely. <br />
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Then of course there are the added extras that are really what make your career. <a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/the-extra-hours.html" target="_blank">I've written about them before</a>. Basically you might do your job really well, you might make money or have genius ideas or change the world, but what makes you appear to be doing all of these things are the extras, often last minute, like attending a breakfast briefing at short notice or working all night to finish someone else's project because they are sick or speaking at a conference. In my career it's punditry that makes you most visible. Kirstie's article is exactly the kind of thing that in the past would have led to me being asked for a response - for tv, radio and other print journalists. But that would have relied on me being able to read the article as soon as it was published, work out my response, answer the phone and get to a studio. I can't do that on days when I am looking after my children. And those women Kirstie talks about, who at my age would have kids just about to start secondary school, they wouldn't be able to either. <br />
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I love <a href="http://www.standard.co.uk/comment/comment/anne-mcelvoy-dont-ditch-university-for-a-husband-and-babies-9476660.html" target="_blank">Anne McElvoy's response</a> to Kirstie's interview in the <i>Evening Standard</i>. Don't listen to Kirstie, she says, but get your education as soon as you can:<br />
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<i>"...I would refer you to the inspirational Geoffrey Canada, who transformed the education opportunities of some of the poorest American children. He has one key piece of advice about why learning is useful. “When in doubt, do as the rich folks do.” And the rich folks, the world over, by hook, crook and private tutor, send their children to university."</i><br />
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That's it isn't it? Kirstie approaches this from the position of someone who didn't need to do that to have a nice life. The same goes for me of course - I fully acknowledge that while not plummy like Kirstie, life would have probably worked out okay whatever path I took, because I've had loads of opportunities from the very beginning. Like Kirstie, I was born lucky. I suspect that the difference between me and Kirstie is the same as the difference between me and the Tory boyfriend that wasn't - which is that I acknowledge this luck, and the part it has played. Oh Kirstie, we could have been so good together...Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-16798653018720489542014-04-27T22:27:00.000+01:002014-04-27T22:33:01.347+01:00Blog goes pop!<div>
I've planned, and discarded, lots of blog posts over the past few months. Thoughts come into my head but by the time they are half formed, or even half written, I've moved on. One of these was a list of things parents of young children do. You know the type of list, the ones that do the social media rounds frequently. Things like <i>Fifty ways you know you were at school in the eighties</i> or <i>If you recognise these logos you were a student in the nineties</i> etc. </div>
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The thoughts though, they're like bubbles. And I've written <a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/the-importance-of-party-bags.html" target="_blank">before about how important bubbles are in childhood</a>. They are there one moment, beautifully formed, ready to be caught, and before you know it - pop - they're gone. </div>
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Bubbles are quite a useful metaphor for many things, or so I thought. Last year my then two year old started to ask about death. There were sunflowers in a nearby front garden, dying, and she asked daily about them (daily, ha!, no toddler asks daily. She asked at least hourly, often more), and where they go, and started to use words associated with dying.</div>
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I tried to use the bubble metaphor. Bubbles, I told her, have a beautiful, but short life. You don't know when they will pop, but they will, and that's okay it's what bubbles do. They go on a journey, up and down on currents of air, and then their journey is over. </div>
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Yeah I know, I was sleep addled. With literary pretensions, A dangerous combination.</div>
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There's a scene in <i>Peppa Pig</i> (<a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/peppa-pig-and-me.html" target="_blank">which I have also written about before</a>) in which Daddy Pig, asked how they work by Peppa, tries to explain about magic mirrors at the fairground and how concave and convex glass reflect light differently. "Do you mean it's magic?" says Peppa. </div>
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That's what my daughter, quite rightly, did to me, when faced with the whole bubbles going on a journey bollocks. "Do you mean they go pop?"</div>
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I did mean that. Except, of course, the ones that go splat, like this post, which is not going anywhere at all really, other than it has been posted, which is more than most of my posts have been this year. </div>
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Actually this is the second post of the restart. <a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2014/04/how-not-to-become-ms-phillips.html" target="_blank">The first can be found by clicking here.</a></div>
Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-35275620871529112542014-04-23T12:19:00.000+01:002014-04-27T23:52:27.693+01:00How not to become Ms PhillipsIt's been a while since I posted here. Turns out that it's not the first year of having a toddler and a baby that is the hardest, but the second. Occasionally I have spare time, and occasionally I have bursts of brain activity, but rarely at the same time. ("Don't worry," said a friend, "my mum says the first thirty years are the hardest.")<br />
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Mums are full of good advice like that. I recently came across a print-out of an email my mum, Ros, sent me in 2005. I was writing lots of columns at the time - mainly <i>The Independent</i> and <i>New Statesman</i>, sometimes <i>The Guardian</i> and <i>Times Educational Supplement</i> and others - and pitched a piece to the <i>New Statesman</i> on how a young leftie columnist like myself can avoid becoming a Melanie Phillips type figure in the future. It was commissioned, though considered too risque for publication. But the list my mum sent me (all my best work is hers really - we joke it's written using my first name and her surname), is wonderful.<br />
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I am 35 now, and struggle sometimes with my carriage leaning to the right slightly as I hurtle down life's tracks, just as I struggle with train metaphors. All my conversations are about house prices and primary schools. Worse, I start these conversations. FML* as people my age pretending to speak like we think young people do would say. (*Fuck My Life). I'd use a hashtag but I've reclaimed my desktop from what used to be my office and is now my son's bedroom and can't seem to find the hashtag on this keyboard. So rereading my mum's list has come at just the right time. Obviously Nelson Mandela is now dead, and it is partly my mum's doing that I was born middle-class (point 9), but it remains brilliant. I hope you enjoy it too.<br />
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1. Keep it real, innit! I mean, make sure you meet real people as it is not so easy to slag off asylum seekers etc if you know a few.<br />
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2. Ask yourself how you would feel expounding the grumpy old fart stuff to the face of the person you are slagging off.<br />
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3. Don't be starry eyed about people/ideas to start with, then they won't disappoint so much! But remember no-one (or hardly anyone) is as bad - or as good - as you might once have thought.<br />
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4. Don't work for publications or write for slots that expect you to be grumpy - what else would they want but grumpiness, for heaven's sake!<br />
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5. Don't take yourself too seriously.<br />
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6. Don't wear a severe hairstyle, wire rimmed glasses etc. Or you'll have to live up to it.<br />
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7. Don't confuse grumpiness with realism - of course as one gets older one gets a bit more circumspect and that's fine, but it is still possible to be optimistic about a better world even if it appears to be a longer and more arduous route than one first hoped i.e. It's okay to get more right wing about means, but not so much about ends, and many people confuse the two and think they have to throw the (ends) baby out with the (means) bathwater.<br />
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8. It is fun to fulminate, but that doesn't make the fulminations appropriate. Find other ways to have fun. Get a life.<br />
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9. Don't be born middle class. It's the upbringing that comes to reclaim the grumpy ones. They were only flirting with radical thoughts.<br />
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10. Imagine you were trying to justify your grumpiness/bitterness to Nelson Mandela,Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-53060658891440903362013-12-30T23:17:00.000+00:002013-12-31T00:15:11.644+00:00Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles <span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">My children are from a mixed faith marriage. As such I think it's particularly important they grow up with a sense of what each religion is about, not so they can chose one over the other but because many of the people I know with one Jewish parent who were brought up entirely secularly feel that something is missing. </span><br />
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Ironically, this determination to ensure they know both of our cultures means that over Christmas I have not just been peddling Santa lies but have also been telling the nativity story many times, and answering all the questions that brings up. </div>
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- "Where's Mary now?" </div>
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- "Er, she lives on in hearts and minds."</div>
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- "Why did they have a donkey?"</div>
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- "Because cars hadn't been invented."</div>
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- "What's an angel?"</div>
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- "It's what people had before pregnancy tests."</div>
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And so it is that miracle babies are on my mind quite a lot, especially as my own littlest baby is about to turn one. </div>
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Based on our first experiences she thought she was super fertile and I thought we were sub fertile. Turns out we were both wrong - taking a mean average means we both fall pretty much in the normal camp. </div>
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We don't know of course what would have happened had we both tried to conceive a month (or a minute) before we did. Did my friend just catch the right moment out of thousands to have sex when she conceived first time round? Had we tried a month earlier might we have thought we were super fertile too? It is so tempting to think of the baby who takes ages to come as the miracle baby. But of course the fact is they are all miracle babies, the barely believable product of that single moment in the history of people and time. </div>
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The season, the fairy lights, the stars, the nativity story, the Jewishness, the heady mix of emotions a first birthday brings - it's only bloody gone to my head. </div>
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Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-73992887123128504452013-12-05T22:28:00.000+00:002013-12-08T10:52:20.955+00:00How to run a successful Kickstarter project<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">So I ran a Kickstarter project, to crowdfund a project for my new publishing company, Fisherton Press. You can read all about it <a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html?m=1" target="_blank">here</a>. And see the official Kickstarter project page <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/88684307/democracy-for-toddlers" target="_blank">here</a>. </span><br />
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Given I read a lot of blogs on how to run a Kickstarter campaign first, and have been asked that question lots of times since my campaign ended, I thought I would blog some reflections I can point people to. I hope it helps. Feel free to add yours in the comments. </div>
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1) I feel you probably only have one chance to run a small scale friend reliant project. One of my funders, an American musician, shared some advice with me from her own experience running a Kickstarter project and said not to be afraid to cancel the project and set it up again with new tactics and asking everyone to donate again (effectively for the first time as the first donation wouldn't have been cashed), preferably all at the same time so it made the 'popular' slot on the Kickstarter homepage. I don't feel this would have worked for my project as I suspect friends of mine wouldn't necessarily know their donation hadn't been taken, just that they had offered it, and consequently I would have had my slice of their generosity already. But perhaps this does work for some people. </div>
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2) I am based in the UK and concentrated a lot on trying to crack America where crowdfunding is a bigger thing. I tried to get retweets from American celebrities, politicians and journalists thinking if the word spread donations would pour in. This didn't happen. Nearly all of my donations come from people in the UK. </div>
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3) However I think lots of people I know on Twitter saw me sending out loads of tweets to the above people and this reminded them to donate. In that sense it wasn't wasted. </div>
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4) Lots of people told me that they wanted to donate but then didn't. Were they just being nice? Should I have reminded them? Perhaps I would have if near the deadline I hadn't made my target, but I had. Directly asking for money is, it turns out, rather awkward. I preferred the British thing of talking around the project, asking for retweets, and hoping people would thing 'hmmm, a retweet, I can do better than that, have a thousand pounds.'</div>
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5) Before I reached my target of £2000 ($3260 US at today's conversion rate) I wondered if perhaps I was being greedy and asking for too much. Then I made the target and wished I had asked for more. I think that means I probably got it about right. What I think you should do is ask for the amount you actually need to make the project happen, which is what I did. Any more is greedy. </div>
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6) I am a journalist. Here is what I should have done. I should have had a media strategy, a press release written and some pitches for articles by me sent before launching the project. I should have had an angle ready for my local paper, for the Jewish press, for the London wide paper, for political magazines, for parenting publications and for publishing titles. And I should have briefed friendly journalists I know and pulled in favours for mentions in their columns in national newspapers. I didn't do any of this until the project launched? And even then a bit half heartedly. In my defence I was on maternity leave. Still, silly me - it was an error not to. Despite all the blogposts I read in advance telling me to prepare, prepare, prepare, I didn't really. You should. It doesn't matter how great your project is, if no one knows about it no one will fund it. </div>
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7) Actually I thought Kickstarter would be so bowled over by my genius idea it would immediately become a staff pick. It didn't. Don't rely on this happening. </div>
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8) I am not a natural fundraiser. One friend sent a particularly generous donation. I immediately emailed him to query whether he had added an extra 0 by mistake and offering to reimburse him. He said he had given what he would have given anyone in sponsorship for running the marathon and that he meant it. I have promised him I will never run a marathon. He has sworn to give up marathons and start publishing books. I am telling the truth. I am not sure he is. </div>
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9) I personally know about 60% of my funders. Truth is, most of your money will come from people you know. Still, that's nearly 50 strangers who are taking a punt on me. Wow!</div>
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10) I think I got lucky. Since launching my campaign in October I have read a dozen articles about crowdfunding in newspapers or magazines and had a few approaches from other people I know about their projects or projects run by their friends. I think I got in just on time, probably being the first person to ask many people I know to donate to such a project. As such I suspect people will soon get crowdfunding fatigue. </div>
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Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-31861863790223090972013-11-28T22:19:00.001+00:002013-11-28T22:19:26.584+00:00Whilst we were sleeping<div class="mobile-photo">
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I've been inspired by <a href="https://medium.com/thoughts-on-creativity/6f4cb1886d41" target="_blank">Dinovember</a>, in which a mum and dad pretend their dinosaurs come to life in November and every night set up a dinosaur tableau for their kids to discover.<br />
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Bizarrely, because we seem to own everything else, we don't own any plastic dinosaurs. (A friend recently suggested, kindly, that when we come to sell our house in due course we should put half of what we own in the loft to make it look like we have more space. I didn't have the heart to tell her we've already done that.) But we do have soft toys aplenty, and last night before I went to bed I set up a little scene between two of my favourite bears (for the children are fickle and do not yet have favourites). It was a simple scene - just two bears having a civilised chat over a cake each. Not for these bears a feast made of all our toy food. No, my daughter might like making concoctions such as chicken, orange and sock soup, but these bears are a little more refined. I mean, they do wear clothes after all.<br />
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Good job I didn't bother with that, for Goodynuff's Law that 'the more effort you put in the less bothered the children will be' was completely true. "Look" I cried when the children got me up and brought me downstairs at some ungodly time beginning with 5, "the bears came to life and decided to have a cake and a chat." I was talking to myself really - in the six hours between going to bed and getting up I had completely managed to forget I'd set up this scene before I went upstairs. When I opened the door the surprise was entirely mine. The kids, alas, didn't even notice. Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-8550556469868481822013-11-27T21:47:00.002+00:002013-11-27T21:49:00.218+00:00Level crossing policy<div class="mobile-photo">
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Early on in my relationship with my husband, we went to see a concert at the Royal Festival Hall. I was early so got myself a cup of tea and found a seat, sharing a table in the cafe with another woman. We got chatting and I asked her what she did. She was the civil servant in charge of level crossing policy.<br />
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I love being creative with my kids and as they get older my ambitions increase. I'm no longer content with using a glue stick to attach cut up bits of magazines to scrap paper. I want to make <i>objets d'art</i>. Though as I have written elsewhere on this blog, my strength lies in enthusiasm rather than execution.<br />
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I've been an occasional visitor to the <a href="http://www.redtedart.com/" target="_blank">Red Ted Art blog</a> for a while now and have always thought the craft projects look great. But I try to keep my phone and my laptop out of the way when the paints and glue are out at home, and never remember to look up ideas in advance.<br />
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Last week however I treated myself to the Red Ted Art book, by Maggy Woodley. My daughter and I read the whole thing during an hour long bus journey, picking out what we want to make together - "everything!" She also spilled apple juice on it which on reflection is the best thing she could have done - now it's already sticky and crinkled we may as well feel free to let it get covered in glue and glitter and let paint covered fingers turn the pages as we look for inspiration whilst choosing our materials.<br />
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I particularly love Red Ted Art because so many of the ideas are so simple. Reading it I kept having 'why didn't I think of that?' moments. From easy ways to turn toilet roll middles into animals to cookie bunting, I really can't wait to get started, possibly even whilst the kids are elsewhere so I am allowed, for once, the sparkliest bits of ribbon and coolest scraps of wrapping paper. Is that terribly sad? Plus I've also been inspired to rediscover crafts I did as a kid - egg blowing and flower pressing, long forgotten as a pastime, once kept me busy for hours. I suspect it will again now I have this book.<br />
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If you know me in real life, and you're the parent of young children, then apologies for ruining the surprise as I am likely to buy this for you as a present at some point. If I don't know you, or don't like you enough to buy you a present, go and buy your your own. It genuinely is the best book I have read this year.*<br />
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*I've not read many books this year - never sleeping for more than two hours in a row has dulled my concentration. But I suspect it would be my favourite of the year even if I had read more.<br />
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<span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Here's a little plug for my Kickstarter crowdfunding project for a book about elections aimed at toddler. Here's the link - </span><a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html?m=1" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">every pound or dollar helps, and I have until Nov 21 to get to the £2000 total.</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> And here's my </span><a href="http://www.goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">previous blog post explaining what I'm doing</a><span style="font-style: italic;">. </span></span><br />
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Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-28466893039645337222013-11-03T20:47:00.003+00:002013-11-03T20:47:56.042+00:00A post about pooPeople who don't have children often wrinkle up their noses, literally and figuratively, and the idea of pooey nappies. I don't mind poo however, unlike vomit which makes me feel, aptly enough, sick. After all, you're worried if your baby doesn't poo for a while, or struggles to do so, whereas vomit is a sign that something is wrong.
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Nevertheless, shit stinks. I don't mind wiping it off the beautiful bums of my beautiful babies, but, in the words of Bill Clinton, I don't inhale.
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Our council introduced fortnightly bin collections earlier this year for non recyclable rubbish. This has given us a poo problem. On an average day my children will do two poos each. That's four pooey nappies. Even bagged pre binning, that's quite a stench. Imagine now, by the time the rubbish truck is due, the smell of fifty six poos in various stages of decomposition. It's pretty awful in this chilly weather. Imagine what it was like in the summer. We live in a terraced house with small front gardens. Neither we, nor people walking past, can avoid our bins. It's a wonder our neighbours are still talking to us.
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You might suggest that the solution is to use cloth nappies, though the environmental case for this, if you use a washing machine and tumble dryer, is far from clear cut. (This is explained in detail <a href="http://www.babycentre.co.uk/a559767/buying-reusable-nappies" target="_blank">here </a>but essentially the carbon footprint of cloth nappies is only lower than that of disposables if you wash at lower temperatures than recommended and don't tumble dry, and reuse the nappies for subsequent children.
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<span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Here's a little plug for my Kickstarter crowdfunding project for a book about elections aimed at toddler. Here's the link - </span><a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html?m=1" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">every pound or dollar helps, and I have until Nov 21 to get to the £2000 total.</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> And here's my </span><a href="http://www.goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">previous blog post explaining what I'm doing</a><span style="font-style: italic;">. </span></span>Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-43109787351116776372013-10-29T21:22:00.001+00:002013-10-29T21:24:26.895+00:00Polite notice. A real one! <div class="mobile-photo">
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<span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Here's a little plug for my Kickstarter crowdfunding project for a book about elections aimed at toddler. Here's the link - </span><a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html?m=1" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">every pound or dollar helps, and I have until Nov 21 to get to the £2000 total.</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> And here's my </span><a href="http://www.goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">previous blog post explaining what I'm doing</a><span style="font-style: italic;">. </span></span></div>
Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-44961244001642580582013-10-27T22:06:00.001+00:002013-10-29T21:24:04.941+00:00Does anyone know how to make a bottle of formula?I've mix fed both my children (long story, read past posts if interested) and though number two is coming up to a year I still don't really know how to make a bottle of formula.<br />
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The instructions on most boxes of formulas in the UK say to boil water in a kettle and then let it cool for half an hour before using it to make up the formula. Clearly the person who came up with this has not held a screaming, hungry baby in the middle of the night, let alone tried to handle boiling water while doing so, and certainly not for half an hour. Do any parents use this method I wonder?<br />
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There's a story about Prince Charles, which he denies, about how he likes to have his boiled eggs just so, so his staff cook seven a few minutes apart when he is expected to come for breakfast so there is always one just right for him. Jeremy Paxman wrote about it in <i>On Royalty</i> in 2006 and Clarence House refuted it in 2012 in a Frequently Asked Questions section of their website. That's what the formula advice reminds me of - I feel like I should have several kettles always boiling so one has been cooled for half an hour at exactly the moment I need it.<br />
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During the course of feeding two babies, born two years apart, I have tried many methods. I have used cooled boiled water from the fridge, at room temperature, warmed in the microwave and warmed in a bowl of boiling water. I have used tap water and bottled water. I have pre made and rapidly cooled bottles before keeping them in the fridge and I have topped up boiling water with cool water to try to get the right balance. And I have only come to two conclusions - the first is using boiling water to do anything when exhausted and holding a baby is a bad idea, and the second is that no one seems to know how to make a bottle. Even developed countries with clean water supplies seem to disagree with each other - in Spain the advice seems to be not to bother boiling the water. And in America people seem to put their bottles through the dishwasher to sterilise them, something advised against in the UK.<br />
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Science journalist and author <a href="http://www.lindageddes.com/133/pouring-cold-water-on-baby-formula" target="_blank">Linda Geddes wrote a great blog</a> about this subject when my second baby was just weeks old. It reassured me that the advice really is unrealistic and confusing, but didn't actually help me work out how I should make a bottle in the middle of the night. That is probably because my baby was too young for me to make sense of anything at the time it was written - reading it back now I can see exactly what I should have been doing this past year, which will be handy for the next few weeks only as we're coming up to the end of the formula riddle, this time round at least, as we approach the day that cow's milk is officially allowed as our baby's main drink.<br />
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Still, just in case we ever have another, and so I can be the irritating one dispensing advice to friends having babies a few years after us, I'd love to know what other people really do at 3am when their baby is crying. Do please tell me in the comments section. <br />
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<span style="background-color: yellow;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Here's a little plug for my Kickstarter crowdfunding project for a book about elections aimed at toddler. Here's the link - </span><a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html?m=1" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">every pound or dollar helps, and I have until Nov 21 to get to the £2000 total.</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> And here's my </span><a href="http://www.goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank">previous blog post explaining what I'm doing</a><span style="font-style: italic;">. </span></span>Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-44863753817125393672013-10-22T22:04:00.000+01:002013-10-23T08:01:42.865+01:00Democracy for toddlers!<div class="mobile-photo">
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Last time I had a baby and then started to get the euphoria that comes with the hormones settling down and some sleep returning, I started a blog. This time round I've neglected the blog a little and chosen to use the post baby yearning for change to start a business. I'm so excited!<br />
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For the past decade or so if someone asked me what I really want to do careerwise I have talked about combining education and writing. In some ways I have done that - since 2005 I have been a part-time lecturer in journalism and worked part time as a freelance journalist. It's been great and I intend to carry on doing this.<br />
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But though it's a cliche to start a business on maternity leave, I couldn't help but realise I've never before felt the energy and enthusiasm for a new project that I am now feeling.<br />
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So I am thrilled to announce my new business, Fisherton Press. We're a small independent publisher focusing on picture books for children, that adults also like reading. Inspired by some of the brilliant books we've read again and again (and again and again) over the past few years, and also inspired by the tedious ones, I'm hoping to publish books for children that excite everyone who reads them, young and old. We're aiming to publish our first books in September 2015 and hoping to publish 10-12 in the first year.<br />
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Fisherton is my maternal grandmother's maiden name. Those of you who know me personally will know she was much loved - in fact my daughter was named after her. The Fishertons had a printers on Brick Lane in East London and because of the link with printing I decided to seek my mum's permission (duly given) to use it as my company name.<br />
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The long term plan is to forge links with schools and other organisations to fulfill the education part of my aims, running workshops in schools and working out ways to get free or cheap books to children who don't own many books.<br />
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The short term aim is to publish fun, witty, beautifully illustrated books that cover subjects as diverse as farting and the birth of civilisation, targeted at young children, and to sell enough copies to make this a viable business.<br />
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I love being my own boss. Freelancing has suited me beautifully though doing the work at the same time as having young children is starting to get difficult as it just doesn't work when an interviewee asks you to ring them back the next day and you have to say sorry but you don't have childcare again until this time next week. It's no good for deadlines either. Lecturing is also great with the autonomy of being in charge of your own classroom, and the bonus of being able to see, sometimes, the difference you make to the abilities and confidence of the people who pass through your classroom. But you still have to work within the rules of your editors and your institution. I'm hoping that having my own business will allow me to try out all kinds of ideas and hunches, take risks and explore interesting ways of doing things.<br />
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With that in mind here's one thing I am trying out. Kickstarter is a crowdfunding website that allows people to donate to your creative project. If the donations reach the amount you are asking for, or over, you get the money to use for your project. If it doesn't reach the target amount, you get none of it.<br />
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One of the books I want to publish is explaining elections to young children. I don't hold with the idea that children aren't interested in politics, or that politics can't be explained in an age appropriate way. In fact I think it's vital that we do so if we are to tackle low voter turnouts and general apathy. Politics needs to be normalised. And what better way than by starting young, with a story book about two children whose parents support, and campaign for, different political parties, but who remain friends nevertheless. It's a serious subject but the book is a lighthearted story - it's (hopefully) not po-faced or earnest.<br />
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I decided to try to crowdfund this project on Kickstarter as I want to pay the creators of this book an advance, as opposed to the royalty only deal I am offering most writers and illustrators. That's because although I think this book will get loads of publicity, I don't know whether it will translate into sales, and while the business is a labour of love for me, for the writers and illustrators of our books it's their job.<br />
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What I'd really appreciate from anyone reading this blog is a tweet or a Facebook link or a blog post or a mention on any forum you use linking to the Kickstarter project. I really need to spread the word about it as far and wide as possible. Here's the link: <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/88684307/democracy-for-toddlers" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #0096bb; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/88684307/democracy-for-toddlers</a><br />
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And here's the temporary website for the new business - <a href="http://www.fishertonpress.co.uk/">www.fishertonpress.co.uk</a> - if you have an amazing idea for a book the young children you know would love, and I reckon most people do, please do get in touch.<br />
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Thanks.Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-34028163686921619742013-10-20T16:11:00.001+01:002013-10-29T21:16:09.868+00:00Impolite notices<div class="mobile-photo">
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I've had a few months off from posting to this blog - my energies have been taken up with an exciting new project, all of which I'll write about shortly. Before I do that though I feel the need to vent a little about polite notices.<br />
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I vehemently hate polite notices. In the most impolite, want to scrawl 'fuck off' all over them kind of way. In fact sometimes that is exactly what I do. I hate the way they use the word polite, because as we all know if you have to explicitly say something is polite, then it invariably isn't. I hate them too because they seem to be primarily used as a way to pretend somewhere is child friendly when actually it is wholly unfriendly. <br />
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When we were on holiday in the south-west last year we went to Dartmouth where an inviting looking tea shop had a sign on its door saying no under eights. I was fuming - because we weren't allowed in it suddenly became the only place in the world that I wanted a coffee and a tea cake. But on reflection it was a relief, because when we did find somewhere else and our child threw up halfway through tea, at least we weren't amongst child haters and tutters. And a sign saying no children is more honest that one pretending children are welcome and then filling their walls with instructions, warnings and aggression. <br />
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The Orchard in Grantchester near Cambridge is a lovely tearoom. You can eat your cake in a deckchair under fruit trees without a care in the world bar the wasps and the occasional hard fruit falling on your bonce. It's was here that Rupert Brook was referring to when he wrote "And is there honey still for tea?" But it's ruined somewhat by notices saying what you can, can't and must do all over the place. <br />
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Or at the Royal Free Hospital where we had to go recently after an accident, and where the medical care was exemplary but the notices were not only jobsworthy and passive aggressive (and least those at The Orchard do not try to hide the fact they are aggressive) but pretended to be kind and for the sake of fun whilst really sucking the kindness and sense of fun out of the children's waiting area.<br />
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I often take photos of polite notices. Sometimes it is for my private collection so I can look at them when I feel my blood pressure is too normal and I want to raise it a bit just for fun, and other times it is just to be naughty. I took perverse pleasure out of taking a picture of a sign at Osborne House on the Isle of Wight that said no cameras. It said no mobile phones too so I took the picture with my phone. Ha! That'll learn 'em.<br />
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This sign at a playgroup at the Methodist Church on Pages Lane in Muswell Hill, North London, infuriated me. Almost everything about it pissed me off, from the idea only mums may have buggies to the suggestion that only parents with twins can use the lift, never mind parents with two children who aren't twins or one child but who need help anyway or even a person without children who needs a lift.<br />
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Yet sometimes there's a polite notice, as in a notice that is polite rather than one that calls itself a 'polite notice', that almost makes up for all the others. I liked this one at the Donald McGill Postcard Museum in Ryde, Isle of Wight:<br />
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Though my favourite one recently has been on the gate to Highgate Wood in North London. The use of the word please really does mean that though it is officious and has a steep penalty for disobedience, it genuinely is polite. <br />
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<i style="background-color: yellow;">Here's a little plug for my Kickstarter crowdfunding project for a book about elections aimed at toddler. Here's the link - <a href="http://goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html?m=1" target="_blank">every pound or dollar helps, and I have until Nov 21 to get to the £2000 total.</a> And here's my <a href="http://www.goodynuffmum.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/democracy-for-toddlers.html" target="_blank">previous blog post explaining what I'm doing</a>. </i><br />
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Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-47788924135213659792013-08-06T21:50:00.002+01:002013-08-06T22:06:08.814+01:00How to save your child's life (if they are choking or drowning)My husband and I did a children's first aid course when our daughter was a couple of weeks old. It was the kind of course where you sit on a beanbag on the floor and everyone speaks in what I can only term a 'registrar's voice' - pauses where there should be no pauses with an exaggerated serenity. Serves us right for doing it somewhere called the 'Active Birth Centre'. It was great though and made me feel that I might actually know what to do in a crisis.<br />
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It has also given me what I suspect will be a lifelong fear of grapes when the teacher told us that we shouldn't just be cutting grapes in half for toddlers, but for older children too, and even for adults, as the size and smooth surface of the skin makes them prime candidates for choking incidents. I'd dismiss this as over the top except a friend told me that she asked a paramedic once what words were most likely to give them a sense of dread when rushing to a call and he replied 'toddler' and 'grape'.<br />
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My son had a choking incident when he was a few months old. I don't know whether I was remembering the course without thinking about it or whether instinct just kicked in. Either way I managed to flip him upside down and get him to cough up the mucus he was choking on bringing him from maroon to white very quickly and averting disaster. Mostly I have dealt well with this incident, because I feel at peace with the way I handled it having done my job as a mother and made everything okay. Still, I think about it every day. And I still cut grapes in half.<br />
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Consequently I want to flag up this brilliant article by my friend, the journalist Kate Hilpern, whose daughter suffered a similar episode, and which every parent, in fact everyone parent or not, should read.<br />
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And also another great article that was flagged up on a forum I use recently, on how to spot if someone is drowning.<br />
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<a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/family/2013/06/rescuing_drowning_children_how_to_know_when_someone_is_in_trouble_in_the.html" target="_blank">Drowning doesn't look like drowning</a>Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-14851007844197590992013-08-06T21:31:00.000+01:002013-08-06T21:31:50.835+01:00Some blogs and articles I like (an occasional series)I keep meaning to link to this brilliant blog by fellow freelance journo Cath Janes. We 'met' online through a forum for freelance journalists called <a href="http://www.journobiz.com/forums/" target="_blank">Journobiz</a> which was set up by the journalist <a href="http://lastwordgroup.com/training/about-janet-murray/" target="_blank">Janet Murray</a>. Before becoming a journalist Janet was a secondary school teacher. By chance I taught at Goldsmiths College, where I am a lecturer in journalism (and where Janet also now lectures), one of her former students who told me that she had been the best teacher she had ever had. Which is nice.<br />
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I am writing this assuming that now everyone admits to internet dating, unlike ten years ago when everyone was doing it and no one admitting to it, meeting on a forum is also no longer an embarrassing thing. If it is then please just assume we met at a party, had a chat and got on well so stayed in touch (which genuinely really is how I got together with my husband - not that I wasn't internet dating at the same time).<br />
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Anyway here is the blog - it's is insightful, (and sometimes inciteful), witty and often very very rude.<br />
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<a href="http://www.thekrakenwakes.org/" target="_blank">The Kraken Wakes</a>Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-46924331910592289482013-08-06T21:15:00.000+01:002013-08-06T21:21:06.248+01:00Why do I have so many readers in Norway?Like all bloggers I am a little obsessed by my stats and seeing how many page views each article has had and other information about the demographics of my readership. I am thrilled this blog has readers from all over the world but puzzled why so many of my readers are from Norway (after the UK and USA). I just wondered whether any Norwegian readers could tell me why?
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The other day I found myself emailing my husband an observation about one of the Peppa Pig books our household owns: "In the <i>Fun at the Fair</i> Peppa book," I observed, "Dr Brown Bear and Mrs Cow appear to be sharing a carousel capsule. Platonic friendship or interspecies date?"<br />
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You know things have gone too far when your main subject for discussion with your spouse is a children's television character. But really, we love Peppa Pig in our household. And it's not just us - I tweeted about my favourite episode not so long ago and got several responses from people I knew from my work in journalism and politics telling me about their favourite episode in return. </div>
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For some this marks us out as a little, dare I say it, chavvy. For Peppa Pig is not on CBeebies, the middle-class television channel of choice, but on Nick Jr (which we don't have) and Five, which is where we watch our daily triple bill every morning before resorting to the thirty or so episodes we have recorded. It's the equivalent of having a satellite dish on your house in the early nineties or allowing your kids a McDonald's birthday party (I had one, it was great), and will no doubt earn tuts from the same kind of people who consider flapjacks a biscuit and raisins a treat, Still, it was fitting as we were en route to stay in a caravan for a week. That's right, a caravan, not a cottage, not a farmhouse, not even a Center Parcs. (And it was great.) </div>
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Anyway we love Peppa Pig, an acutely observed five minute animation about the Pig family, a loving and stable family of four whose recent <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/comment/television-dads-and-a-a-crisis-of-masculinity-at-least-daddy-pig-gets-to-keep-his-clothes-on-8660306.html" target="_blank">bad press</a> was entirely undeserved, not least because Daddy Pig seems to me to be exactly the sort of dad I would hope all children have - involved, fun and responsible. He's the kind of man, I mean Pig, who makes lunch for his family, gives up his slice of cake so his kids can feed the ducks, takes his kids to work on 'Take your piggies to work day', organises fun days out and fun days in and still enjoys a bit of slap and tickle with Mummy Pig, who he takes to the theatre on her birthday having arranged the babysitter by himself. By which I mean he's certainly no Homer Simpson, though to be honest who wouldn't want him as a dad too?</div>
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So we promised our daughter, who already owned a Peppa bubble bath, toothbrush, bag, nightie, pyjamas, two t-shirts, several play figures, large plush toy, small plush toy, camper van, sound blocks and twenty Peppa books, a trip to Peppa Pig World, as if she doesn't already live in it.</div>
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And what a world it is. As a rule I hate theme parks. I don't much like rides or enforced fun. But the rides were gentle (a trip in a train, or a boat, or Daddy's car, or if you dared - we didn't - a helicopter, hot air balloon or dinosaur). We saw a real duck in the fake duck pond which made my day as a keen observer of <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-22840833" target="_blank">skeuomorphism</a><span id="goog_1444619372"></span><span id="goog_1444619373"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a>, had a picnic just as the Pig family would, ate an ice cream from Miss Rabbit's ice cream parlour and, best fun of all, splashed in the muddy puddles fountain area (because as the show frequently points out, everybody loves jumping in muddy puddles). For this I advise taking a swimming cossie and a towel for the kids. Had we paid for our own tickets (see below) I may have been a little annoyed that this was my daughter's favourite bit, as our local park has something similar for free though without the Peppa branding. </div>
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My daughter is two and a half and I would say this was at the lower end of the appropriate age group. The gentle rides were good and the queues for them (on a Monday before the summer holidays had started) just manageable for her, but it was one of those days where we were all in relatively good humour. Had we not been the whole thing could have been a disaster. </div>
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Of course the thing about Peppa with its bright colours and jaunty music is it promotes good behaviour. It was incredibly hot the day we visited but there wasn't any pushing or queue jumping or shouting or swearing. In fact for a show that fails the middle class test, it was all remarkably, you know, middle class. </div>
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Nevertheless I am not sure where my daughter's constant demands of "Where's the handsome prince?" came from during the seemingly interminable coverage of the outside of the Lindo Wing while waiting for the birth of Kate and William's baby. Jokers among you will suggest she could have asked the same question once William did appear but that is not the point - the point is that I don't believe I have ever used the phrase 'handsome prince' in front of her. I blame nursery.</div>
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Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-17168995456484405602013-07-17T23:40:00.000+01:002013-07-18T10:39:07.920+01:00Because it is my name!<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>John Proctor: <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;">Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"> </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">I've not given <i>The Crucible</i> too much thought since then. But it came into my head again this week when reading about the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-23324783" target="_blank">use of dead children's names for undercover officers in the Metropolitan Police.</a> I've been surprised by how horrified I am by this, not least because I thought the country suffered a mass over-reaction to the <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/548087.stm" target="_blank">Alder Hey organ scandal</a>. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I just emailed someone I used to know through work this week. She was convicted of a criminal offence that she says she didn't do. I asked how she was and whether her career was back on track. Her main concern, she said, wasn't her career or friendships, it was to clear her name. </span>Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-91948681898110277062013-07-15T21:45:00.000+01:002013-07-16T07:58:15.555+01:00Interview with Viv Groskop<div dir="ltr">
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In 2004, casting around for something new to do with my time in the light of all my friends having partners, I decided to take a comedy course run by comedian <a href="http://loganmurray.com/" target="_blank">Logan Murray</a>. I<span id="goog_2051042090"></span><span id="goog_2051042091"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a> was having a pretty hard time that year - new job, moving out of the flat I shared with my best mate, heart break, a family bereavement, a new job I hated - and needed something new. The comedy course was so good, and something so new to me, that I think of it as one of the best choices I have ever made. I didn't want to be a comedian, but I did want to improve my microphone skills for the broadcast appearance I was occasionally making and I wanted to make new friends. And, of course, I wanted to see whether I really was funnier than all the terrible comedians I have seen over time.<br />
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The course was brilliant and I took another straight after, on comedy writing. Was I funny? Ish. Funny enough not to die on my arse at the few open mics I did in London and in New York when I spent a summer there and where, surprisingly, the comedy was far less sophisticated than it is in London, but nowhere near as funny as some of my classmates, particularly <a href="http://robbroderick.com/" target="_blank">Rob Broderick</a> and <a href="http://judybatalion.com/" target="_blank">Judy Batalion</a>, and from the writing class, <a href="http://www.hollywalsh.co.uk/" target="_blank">Holly Walsh</a>.<br />
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So I was particularly interested in the journalist <a href="http://viv%20groskop/" target="_blank">Viv Groskop</a>'s adventure in comedy in which, after taking Logan's course, she decided to perform 100 gigs in 100 days. I wanted to know how such a challenge worked alongside being the parent of three children (I have two and frequently struggle to find time to brush my teeth) and its impact on her relationship, as well as how the actual gigs went and where her career, already one I admire journalistically, will go next.<br />
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<i>In the middle of 2011 I was trying to decide whether I should take stand-up more seriously or give it up completely. My third child was not yet one. I had done maybe 20 gigs, if that, over the course of 18 months. One morning I woke up and thought, "I know. I'll do 100 gigs in 100 nights. And then I will know within 3 months whether I should go on or give up." And the thought would not go away. So I waited for Jack (youngest child) to turn one and the day after his first birthday I did it.</i><br />
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<i>I stumbled onto Logan Murray's comedy course almost by accident when a careers counsellor asked me the question, "What do you most want in your life that you don't have at the moment?" Without particularly meaning to say it, I answered, "Stand-up comedy." And I suddenly remembered that I had read about Logan's workshop. It seemed an incredibly stupid waste of time but I had paid the careers counsellor a lot of money and that meant I really had to listen to her advice. I signed up and the first day I came back and my husband said, "You are the most relaxed I have seen you in five years." You shouldn't really use those courses as therapy (if you need therapy, you should have therapy). But they pretty much work as therapy whether you intend them to or not. </i><br />
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<i>For me motherhood had the opposite effect. It boosted my confidence. Possibly the birth of my second child, my daughter, Vera, played a role in that. I had her in the kitchen at home next to the dishwasher and the midwife was only there in the last twenty minutes. It wasn't like I chewed through the umbilical cord with my teeth whilst holding the placenta aloft and screaming "I am the source and the power". But there was an element of that. After I had done that, I didn't really care that much about anything anymore. I think I realised pretty quickly after having children that if you are going to spend time worrying what other people think about you and the way you raise your children, you will not have a lot of time to actually do anything. So I made a decision to do what I wanted to do according to what I thought was right -- and let other people think what they want. It helps that my husband does a lot. There is no primary parent in our household. I know a lot of women who would never give up being the primary parent.</i><br />
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<i>It was worth it in terms of improving my comedy and getting an idea of whether I wanted to continue with it or not. (Spoiler alert: I did continue and am doing a solo show at Edinburgh for the first time this year -- at Funny Women Pop-Up Fringe on 18 and 19 August.) But whether it was worth it in a wider sense… It's hard to say. It was a massive challenge for any marriage. But I think sometimes you need to do something extreme in order to work out exactly where you stand.</i><br />
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One of those is a bunny rabbit vest a friend bought my daughter as a present when she went into hospital for an operation as a baby. It says I heart Mummy on it. I say she bought it for my daughter, we both knew it was for me. And though I am usually resistant to slogans, any slogans, this one was just the right message at just the right time. I am not sure I could ever put another child of mine in it, it's so bound up with that time for me, but I don't want to give it away either.</div>
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At the other end of the spectrum is a yellow cardigan I bought for my son, though it has the opposite emotional tug and as soon as I found it I just needed it out of the house. I bought it full price, something I rarely do, in Mothercare, in a fit of concern that he'd only ever have hand me downs and never know the thrill of new clothes. As if his three month old self cared. I was also thrilled to find something for boys so bright and cheerful without a lion, dinosaur or car on it. </div>
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The first time he wore it he had a choking incident. It was over quickly, before I could ask my friend to call an ambulance I had held him upside down and was thwacking his back until he threw up monumentally and the colour drained back into his face, but all I can see now when I picture that cardigan is the bright yellow against a purple face struggling to breathe. </div>
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I don't even want to see that cardigan again on a friend's child, let alone my own, lovely as it is, so it's gone to a charity shop far enough away that I shouldn't bump into it again. </div>
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When my daughter was born my mum gave me a dress that had been my own as a baby. She had kept it in her box of special things. I took it out of the drawer one day to put it on my daughter and all the elastic had rotted in the intervening thirty-two years. </div>
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There are people online who make 'memory quilts' out of baby clothes for sentimental saddos who can't let go. You send them your fifty favourite items and a three figure bank transfer and they send you a bedspread covered in teddies, ducks, Breton stripe and knock off Scandinavian prints. I'm so going to get one made in due course, I just know it, with fabric from the one my mum passed down to me at the centre. I know it's vomit inducing and a little pathetic and will take fifty good outfits out of the hand me down circuit (perhaps it's even funded by clothes shops keen you buy as much new as possible), but I know too that I'll love it. </div>
Goodynuff Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13126479743694346736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466968548495053239.post-22370292687812735832013-06-25T22:20:00.000+01:002013-06-25T22:20:44.323+01:00The bucket list<div class="mobile-photo">
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Say what you will about Louise Mensch and her politics, and much of the criticism of her smacks of misogyny to me (who cares about her roots being on show during Select Committee meetings?), I still think of her mostly as wildly successful chick lit author Louise Bagshawe. So I was thrilled when I tweeted last year about my summer holiday to have a response from her praising my tweet for its depiction of our holiday. </div>
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My oldest child is still only two but we have an impressive collection of buckets, spades and other beach toys. My favourites are a castle shaped bucket with wall attached so you can build a sand fort (castles are so last millennium) bought that holiday from a beachside stall, and an amazing builders set from <a href="http://www.gltc.co.uk/sand-building-and-brick-making-set/beach-and-pool-toys/gltc/fcp-product/10000000120">Great Little Trading Company</a> which includes a brick mould and spirit level (£17).
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Our sand sculptures are ephemeral of course, the first wall or brick usually being kicked down before the second has been built, but I hope the memories they create last forever. Many of my memories of childhood are of our holidays. Many others however are based on food. In fact I remember day trips by what sweets we were bought (Highland toffee on the Isle of Wight, strawberry Fruitellas by the river at Broxbourne etc). I thought of these sweetie memories when pregnant with my son as I had a near constant craving for the first five months for Tooty Fruity sweets which it turns out are remarkably hard to find in north London (though Skittles scratched the itch temporarily when necessary). Sweets and beaches, that is how I remember my second pregnancy, and my childhood.<br />
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All of which is a very long way of getting to the main point which is never mind my holidays, never mind the sweets I crave, never mind my tweets, but look look look at these amazing, memory forming, castle and sweet treat combining, sandcastle ice cream buckets available from <a href="http://www.handpickedcollection.com/ice-cream-bucket-spade.html">The Handpicked Collection</a> (£5.95). I want some.<br />
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