The other evening we decided to have some unhealthy but very tasty Burger King for tea. Whilst waiting for the full meals to be passed to us Daddy stole a chip from the bag.
"Wow! That's hot" he stated still happily chewing away "In fact it was so hot I have one word to say that starts with 'F' and ends with 'uck'"
He paused for a second and I remember thinking that the children were in the back of the car when he carried on;
"Fire Truck!" and then giggled (it was a very manly giggle)
"I thought you were going to say Furck!" said Top Ender from the back seat
I am so glad that Top Ender needs to do some work on her pronunciation!
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Friday, 6 August 2010
MINI Countryman World Record Attempt
When we went to Westfields Shopping Centre to see Mickey Mouse (and didn't actually see him) we noticed a MINI Countryman in the corner of the main plaza and discovered that there is a record attempt at getting as many people into a MINI as possible. Top Ender and Daddy are never one to back down from a challenge and so they decided to jump on in!
And I don't want any comments that Daddy is a natural at being squished because of all the practice he gets living with me!
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Friday, 30 July 2010
Baby Boy and Daddy Giggles - Pick it, lick it, roll it, flick it
After coming back from the Magical Menagerie on Wednesday night we were all in high spirits and were all having a giggle. I had turned around in my seat in order to see what Baby Boy was doing, and he was sat in car seat with his finger up his nose; And when I say finger, I mean his whole finger.
"What you doing Baby? Digging for Gold?" I asked
"Gold!" shouted Baby Boy, finger still firmly shoved in his nostril
"Take your finger out" I giggled at him
A second later and Baby Boy withdrew his finger with a flourish
"Look Mum a Bee*!" He gleefully exclaimed waving around a finger with nothing on it
"Eugh!" I answered "What you going to do with it?" I continued whilst starting to search for a tissue
Baby Boy looked at his finger and looked at me. His mouth started to open.
"Your not going to eat it are you Baby Boy?" Daddy asked
"Yup!" answered Baby Boy about to stick his finger in his mouth
"Noses are not for storing food!" exclaimed Daddy
"Noses not for food. NOSES NOT FOR FOOD DADDAD!" screeched Baby Boy
Top Ender and I at this point had collapsed into giggles, but it is a very worthwhile point. Noses are not for storing food.
*Bee's are what inhabit Baby Boys nose and ears not bogeys or earwax.
"What you doing Baby? Digging for Gold?" I asked
"Gold!" shouted Baby Boy, finger still firmly shoved in his nostril
"Take your finger out" I giggled at him
A second later and Baby Boy withdrew his finger with a flourish
"Look Mum a Bee*!" He gleefully exclaimed waving around a finger with nothing on it
"Eugh!" I answered "What you going to do with it?" I continued whilst starting to search for a tissue
Baby Boy looked at his finger and looked at me. His mouth started to open.
"Your not going to eat it are you Baby Boy?" Daddy asked
"Yup!" answered Baby Boy about to stick his finger in his mouth
"Noses are not for storing food!" exclaimed Daddy
"Noses not for food. NOSES NOT FOR FOOD DADDAD!" screeched Baby Boy
Top Ender and I at this point had collapsed into giggles, but it is a very worthwhile point. Noses are not for storing food.
*Bee's are what inhabit Baby Boys nose and ears not bogeys or earwax.
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Thursday, 22 July 2010
The Octopus who came to tea
Every so often Daddy and I like to try something different. It might be that we take a walk down the World Foods aisle in one of our local Supermarkets (We have one of all of them nearby!) or it might be that one of us finds a recipe that we decide to try out, without the other one of us knowing what it is that we are preparing.
It was whilst we were walking down an ordinary aisle that Daddy found a can of something that neither of us had actually eaten before and we decided to be brave and try... Octopus!
Now the package itself looks fairly harmless as you can see.
But when you open it up, this is what you are presented with. Yes, those are suckers on a tentacle in the bottom right of the can.
So I served it up, reserving two small parts for Top Ender and Baby Boy so they could at least pretend to try and a larger portion for Daddy and I. We served it with Red Peppers, Salad and New Potatoes (It said it was nice like that on the packaging) and all of us were ready to give it a go.
What was the verdict? Why not watch Daddy take his first mouthful?
Well as Daddy says it was fishy, I felt it was quite strong, Baby Boy decided that it was yuck and spat it out on to my leg and Top Ender took a sniff, a lick and then refused to sit anywhere near me in case I snuck some on to her plate!
I was surprised though because Daddy, not normally one to try new foods, not only suggested that we get this to try but then also liked it! Wonder if I can get him to suggest eating some new Vegetables...
It was whilst we were walking down an ordinary aisle that Daddy found a can of something that neither of us had actually eaten before and we decided to be brave and try... Octopus!
Now the package itself looks fairly harmless as you can see.
But when you open it up, this is what you are presented with. Yes, those are suckers on a tentacle in the bottom right of the can.
So I served it up, reserving two small parts for Top Ender and Baby Boy so they could at least pretend to try and a larger portion for Daddy and I. We served it with Red Peppers, Salad and New Potatoes (It said it was nice like that on the packaging) and all of us were ready to give it a go.
What was the verdict? Why not watch Daddy take his first mouthful?
Well as Daddy says it was fishy, I felt it was quite strong, Baby Boy decided that it was yuck and spat it out on to my leg and Top Ender took a sniff, a lick and then refused to sit anywhere near me in case I snuck some on to her plate!
I was surprised though because Daddy, not normally one to try new foods, not only suggested that we get this to try but then also liked it! Wonder if I can get him to suggest eating some new Vegetables...
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Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Cupcakes and a bake off!
Daddy, Top Ender and Baby Boy stole my idea last weekend and made a batch of cupcakes. I was planning on making some myself as I wanted to enter English Mum's Bake Off, but I was busy hiding in the living room playing Farmville or something and so they did this all without me.
Top Ender was even allowed to make sure that all the lumpy bits were out of the mixture
Top Ender preferred to keep hers wide open.
Top Ender opted for a sneaky sprinkle fix.
Finally it was time to decorate and this was Top Enders idea of heaven!
And the verdict from Top Ender on the wheat free cupcakes?
Baby Boy found it odd that Daddy's whisk was bigger than his. I found it odd that they didn't use Ken (my Kenwood food mixer) but opted for the hand method.
Top Ender helped measure out all the ingredients whilst sporting a country casual look.
Both Top Ender and Baby Boy had a good mix.
Top Ender was even allowed to make sure that all the lumpy bits were out of the mixture
Baby Boy was too worried that his juice was going to be stolen and added into the mix and so kept a firm grip on it.
Baby Boy also decided that baking was easy and could be done with his eyes closed.
The cakes were allowed to cool, but Daddy had to distract Baby Boy as he just wanted to eat them fresh from the oven.
Top Ender opted for a sneaky sprinkle fix.
Finally it was time to decorate and this was Top Enders idea of heaven!
Whilst Baby Boy had a little bit of help from Daddy this design was all his and eaten before Daddy even had the camera pointing at him.
And the verdict from Top Ender on the wheat free cupcakes?
I believe that's a thumbs up!
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Monday, 12 July 2010
Chocolate Weetabix and I am not proving a point!
This is a sponsored post, but it is funny and true so don't wander away!
As of today you can go to Sainsburys and buy Chocolate Weetabix, (£2.59 for a pack of 24) but because Weetabix know that I love Chocolate and Weetabix they sent me a box last week (along with some toys for Top Ender and Baby Boy and some vouchers and a really cool canvas bag that I can add to the ones I take shopping) to try. They did also send me a chocolate spoon and a Chocolate Weetabix bowl, but if Top Ender or Baby Boy asks, the chocolate spoon was quite poisonous and not safe for children okay?!

Weetabix are one of my most favourite cereals and now that Daddy can't eat them (with being Coeliac and all) it means all the more for me. I have in the past eaten the normal ones with chocolate milk instead of normal milk (we ran out of the normal stuff!) and even hot water (you should try that one) but these were something different.
So what did we think of them? Top Ender won't touch the normal ones (despite as a smaller child eating them everyday for breakfast and refusing all else) yet she ate most of my bowl the first morning that I had them. Baby Boy took one look at my bowl, sniffed it a bit and refused to eat even one spoonful. It was only after I had taken a few moments to pay attention to what I had been eating that I realised its plain chocolate in the Weetabix.
I don't do plain chocolate. I actually hate plain chocolate. Plain chocolate is evil.
So Top Ender has been happily munching on the Chocolate Weetabix in the Chocolate Weetabix bowl and she thinks they taste delicious, but she is on her own with that one.
And with regards to proving a point.
Daddy said that I never write any negative reviews. I pointed out that I had said something negative in the review of the Brio Wooden Pull Along Helicopter, but that in general all the things that I have reviewed had been great and if something came to me to be reviewed and I didn't like it I would say so.
So just before Daddy starts saying I did not like these Chocolate Weetabix just to prove a point, I really, really, really don't like plain chocolate; but I will continue to eat normal Weetabix with chocolate milk on.
As of today you can go to Sainsburys and buy Chocolate Weetabix, (£2.59 for a pack of 24) but because Weetabix know that I love Chocolate and Weetabix they sent me a box last week (along with some toys for Top Ender and Baby Boy and some vouchers and a really cool canvas bag that I can add to the ones I take shopping) to try. They did also send me a chocolate spoon and a Chocolate Weetabix bowl, but if Top Ender or Baby Boy asks, the chocolate spoon was quite poisonous and not safe for children okay?!
Weetabix are one of my most favourite cereals and now that Daddy can't eat them (with being Coeliac and all) it means all the more for me. I have in the past eaten the normal ones with chocolate milk instead of normal milk (we ran out of the normal stuff!) and even hot water (you should try that one) but these were something different.
So what did we think of them? Top Ender won't touch the normal ones (despite as a smaller child eating them everyday for breakfast and refusing all else) yet she ate most of my bowl the first morning that I had them. Baby Boy took one look at my bowl, sniffed it a bit and refused to eat even one spoonful. It was only after I had taken a few moments to pay attention to what I had been eating that I realised its plain chocolate in the Weetabix.
I don't do plain chocolate. I actually hate plain chocolate. Plain chocolate is evil.
So Top Ender has been happily munching on the Chocolate Weetabix in the Chocolate Weetabix bowl and she thinks they taste delicious, but she is on her own with that one.
And with regards to proving a point.
Daddy said that I never write any negative reviews. I pointed out that I had said something negative in the review of the Brio Wooden Pull Along Helicopter, but that in general all the things that I have reviewed had been great and if something came to me to be reviewed and I didn't like it I would say so.
So just before Daddy starts saying I did not like these Chocolate Weetabix just to prove a point, I really, really, really don't like plain chocolate; but I will continue to eat normal Weetabix with chocolate milk on.
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Daddy Giggles - Geography isn't his strong point.
Sunday, 4 July 2010
Anything you can do I can do better...
This post was previously published at Baby Budgeting on March 5th 2010, as part of a blog swap. It was a post that I really enjoyed writing and having been out for the day yesterday at CyberMummy, it held true for when I got home last night!
If I were asked to define myself I would say I was a Stay-at-Home-Mummy. Technically I am a Work-at-Home-Mummy but I don't really count my job as work as it is a lot of fun. Plus whilst I'm working I am normally playing with Baby Boy or watching him play or Tweeting or reading blogs... you get the picture right?
Last Tuesday I took a day off of being a SAHM. Daddy took the day off and dealt with the school run and looking after Baby Boy for the day. As I went swanning off to London I was worrying. I was worried that Baby Boy was going to scream the house down when he realised that I wasn't around and then hate me forever more, I was worried that I didn't have my security of my four walls or my label of SAHM.
I didn't need to worry though as when Daddy and Baby Boy picked me up from the train station later that day, Baby Boy flashed me a smile to let me know that he didn't hate me for leaving him and was very interested in the bag of goodies that I was carrying.
When I walked in the front door I could tell that something was different.
A quick glance round the living room showed that the floor was hoovered. The clean clothes that had been dumped on the back of the sofa by me weren't there. Oh my Goodness was it true? There were no toys spilled across the floor...
I went to the kitchen. The kitchen was shiny. There were no dishes on the side or in the sink. The washing machine was running and there were no piles of colour sorted washing on the Kitchen floor.
That evening as I worked I questioned Daddy on what he had done hour by hour. Minute by minute. He had done all the household chores for the day, he had run some errands, he had played with Baby Boy.
He had done more chores in one day than I had gotten round to in the last week. He was a better me than I was.
I shall now have to work hard at being a better him than he is. Now, where's that copy of FHM...
If I were asked to define myself I would say I was a Stay-at-Home-Mummy. Technically I am a Work-at-Home-Mummy but I don't really count my job as work as it is a lot of fun. Plus whilst I'm working I am normally playing with Baby Boy or watching him play or Tweeting or reading blogs... you get the picture right?
Last Tuesday I took a day off of being a SAHM. Daddy took the day off and dealt with the school run and looking after Baby Boy for the day. As I went swanning off to London I was worrying. I was worried that Baby Boy was going to scream the house down when he realised that I wasn't around and then hate me forever more, I was worried that I didn't have my security of my four walls or my label of SAHM.
I didn't need to worry though as when Daddy and Baby Boy picked me up from the train station later that day, Baby Boy flashed me a smile to let me know that he didn't hate me for leaving him and was very interested in the bag of goodies that I was carrying.
When I walked in the front door I could tell that something was different.
A quick glance round the living room showed that the floor was hoovered. The clean clothes that had been dumped on the back of the sofa by me weren't there. Oh my Goodness was it true? There were no toys spilled across the floor...
I went to the kitchen. The kitchen was shiny. There were no dishes on the side or in the sink. The washing machine was running and there were no piles of colour sorted washing on the Kitchen floor.
That evening as I worked I questioned Daddy on what he had done hour by hour. Minute by minute. He had done all the household chores for the day, he had run some errands, he had played with Baby Boy.
He had done more chores in one day than I had gotten round to in the last week. He was a better me than I was.
I shall now have to work hard at being a better him than he is. Now, where's that copy of FHM...
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Baby Boy Giggles - Ice-cream is his God
With a stub of cone left Baby Boy looked to Top Enders almost full ice-cream
"Mamma? Swap?" Baby Boy asked gesturing at Top Ender
"No honey, no swap" I answered
"OH!" answered Baby Boy
He finished his ice-cream without talking to me and stood next to Daddy, who was clearly now his favourite parent.
"Dadad? Walk?" asked Baby Boy
"Sure Baby Boy, lets all go for a walk" answered Daddy
We all walked down the field a little with Daddy and Baby Boy leading the way. A few moments later Daddy turned to Baby Boy and said;
"Baby Boy? Where are we going?"
"More Ice-cream Dadad!" answered Baby Boy as if it was obvious.
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Baby Boy Giggles - Everyone has a price!
Baby Boy was sitting in his buggy as he has been running down the beach and Daddy and I needed to keep him safe (there were planes flying above us, it was a real safety precaution!) rather than worrying that a plane might land on top of us.

"Baby Boy, can I give you a kiss?" Daddy asked
"NO" answered Baby Boy annoyed at being in the buggy
"Baby Boy, can I give you a hug?" Daddy asked
"No" answered Baby Boy starting to enjoy the game
"Baby Boy, can I give you a sweet?" Daddy asked
"No" answered Baby Boy
"Baby Boy can I give you some money?" Daddy asked
"Yes Please!" answered a suddenly excited Baby Boy
"NO" answered Baby Boy annoyed at being in the buggy
"Baby Boy, can I give you a hug?" Daddy asked
"No" answered Baby Boy starting to enjoy the game
"Baby Boy, can I give you a sweet?" Daddy asked
"No" answered Baby Boy
"Baby Boy can I give you some money?" Daddy asked
"Yes Please!" answered a suddenly excited Baby Boy
Monday, 14 June 2010
Baby Boy Giggles - BEANS!
"Who do you love Baby Boy?" I asked
"I love Mummum and Daddad and Top Ender" he answered"Who do you love Top Ender?" I asked
"I love Mummum and Daddad and Baby Boy she answered
"Who do you love Daddy?" I asked
"I love BEANS!" answered Daddy
"BEANS!" I exclaimed
"I love Daddad and Daddad loves beans!" laughed Baby Boy
"BEANS!"
| One face covered in bean juice. |
Monday, 31 May 2010
Battle of Britain Memorial Flight
There are many reasons to why I love where my house is situated, but one of the best is that during Air Show season (which is May to October in the UK) that what is shown in the video below is a frequent occurrence! I'm not a plane spotter or an enthusiast, but there is something about the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight (Don't mention the War!) that invokes a lot of emotion in me.
This footage was taken in my front garden this afternoon and the plane that is seen is a Dakota. I only know this because Daddy is an enthusiast and told me what it was!
This footage was taken in my front garden this afternoon and the plane that is seen is a Dakota. I only know this because Daddy is an enthusiast and told me what it was!
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Saturday, 29 May 2010
Daddy Guest Post: Boom Bang A Bang
Mummy forgives me for a small personality problem I have. Basically, once a year, normally on a Saturday night in May, I insist that all phones are switched off, all children are sent to bed, I am armed with a pen, pad of paper, and insist on spending 3 or so hours going "where the heck is Moldova" and "Is Georgia a country? I thought it was a US state".

A little history for those that aren't familiar with the contest. Basically, all the countries of Europe, excluding Italy (who think it's naff despite winning it before) but including Israel (who get invited because they are part of the European Broadcasting Union), get together and sing individual songs, whereafter all the other countries ignore the song anyway, and vote for whatever country they (a) are next to or (b) have bailed them out of something.
Hence why Greece and Cyprus always vote for each other, Ireland, Malta and the UK all cling together, and a host of countries in Russia and Eastern Europe, who weren't even countries when the first contest happened in 1956, win every year because there are more of them and therefore win more votes. Ok, not every year - sometimes a real good song from somewhere more traditional wins just because it's that bit better.
But, I watch it because, in 1997 the UK did win.
I really enjoyed it that year. We thrashed the rest of the competition. It was a good song, a good performance. I started watching it in 1990, and waited a fair time for that win. Sadly, I have waited another 13 years without another, but at least I saw us win once. And I watch because I have this weird idea that maybe, with the right song, a whole lot of luck and absolutely no resort to bribery, we may one day win it again.
So, to honour this most odd and unusual coming together (read: clash) of cultures, I have compiled my Top-10 Eurovision songs and memories from years past. See how many of these you remember!
10. Francis Ruffelle. Yeah, I know you don't remember this one. But back in the day, the UK used to pick the SONG rather than the performer, and Francis was the artist chosen to perform for the UK in 1994. She then appeared on a TV show singing a range of songs, and "Lonely Symphony (We Will Be Free)" was chosen to represent the UK. It came 10th. It sticks in the mind because, to my ears, she sounds rather like Cyndi Lauper, and I used to catch the Number 32 bus to the Sunday Market every other weekend, and the driver always had the album "Twelve Deadly Cyns (And Then Some)" on in the bus.
9. Terry Wogan. There are a million anecdotes about Terry and his views on Eurovision. I don't actually share a lot of his views on the contest - any attempt at derision used to vex me somewhat, as I really enjoy most aspects of it whilst Terry took it a lot less seriously. But, what was good was that, before he left for pastures new, he did get a chance in 1998 to swap his microphone for the stage, and host the contest from Birmingham (somewhere most of Europe has never heard of). In fact, he actually managed to present from the stage AND do the commentary over the intros too. But his best moments - his anglicized attempts at French. Wonderful pronunciations of "Madame et Monsieurs, Bienvenue a Concours Eurovision de la Chanson" or thereabouts. Thank goodness for the fluency of...
8. Ulrika-ka-ka (Johnson)! Who got a laugh even bigger than the winner Dana International in her astonishing hat, when an in-vision scorer from somewhere in Europe mentioned that she had once taken part in Eurovision herself, courting the wonderful Ulrika response of "A long time time ago was it?".
7. Ken Bruce. Whose wonderful Radio 2 commentary meant that the Eurovision Song Contest was the only programme I routinely watched with the TV sound off, and the Radio on. Descriptive, informative, funny wiithout being sarcastic. And sadly, since the advent of Digital TV, I can no longer do this - as the radio gets there about 5 seconds before the picture. It's like watching a badly dubbed kung-fu movie!
6. Diggi-Loo, Diggi-Ley - The Herreys. I wasn't very old when this Swedish song won in 1984, certainly I don't remember watching it live. But I did manage to acquire the 7" single of this, in a large box of 7" singles that I bought for £4 at the Sunday Market (see number 10!) and actually prefer the B-side, Every Song You Sing. It goes a bit like this: "Every song you sing, every tune you play, every photograph that you give away. Every time you smile, when I see your eyes, how I'm hoping that I'll be yours someday. All the words of love, in your melodies, makes me wait even more patiently, for the day that I can hear you say that you did it all, just for me". I used to think it kinda sweet. Now seeing the lyrics written down, it's really about a famous persons stalker isn't it...
5. Riverdance. The only interval act in Eurovision history to get a longer applause, rousing standing ovation and greater respect than all of the acts put together. Enough said.
4. Ronnie Hazelhurst. Famous for writing songs for S Club 7 (if you believe Wikipedia), and the themes to Last of the Summer Wine and Some Mothers Do Ave' Em, BBC conductor Ronnie used to conduct the orchestra for UK entries. And, if you can believe it, songs like "Love City Groove", a Rap song (thats almost an accurate typo!) entered by the UK in 1995, had to have a full orchestra backing to abide by Eurovision rules. They did away with the orchestra in favour of allowing backing tracks some years later, but there is a rumour the orchestra may return. Sadly, the late Ronnie Hazelhurst, who I recall once conducted the show with an umbrella, won't be around to help out.
3. Yamma Yamma. Pretty much that is all the lyrics, of my favourite nonsense entry, entered by Finland in 1992. It went "Yamma yamma, yamma yamma, yamma yamma, yammma yah". It came last. Ah well.
2. Ireland. Actually I was going to leave it right there, but I suppose it deserves more of an explanation. Between 1965 and today, Ireland have won 7 times, including 4 wins in 5 years between 1992-1996. And they have managed this because they have catchy songs, strong ballads, ethnic overtones - the works. Alone singer-songwriter Johnny Logan, who they call Mr Eurovision, has won it twice as performer and once as songwriter. They may even be the bookies pick for an outside win this year, by selecting their 1993 winner Niamh Kavanagh to return. I like them because, although most of the entries are now sung in English, in the good old days Ireland had the only other songs you could sing along with. So an Irish win is almost as good as a UK win!
1. Don't Ever Cry - Put. An obscure end to my Top-10 countdown, a Croatian song that came 15th with just 33 points in 1993. But it marked the start of something new - it was the first time Croatia had performed not as part of Yugoslavia, but alone. And this heralded a new era of entries, and wins, from new countries - former Yugoslavian and Baltic states. But, as well as being memorable for that, it tops my chart because it is just a fantastic song - from its "Star Wars" opening to its memorable harmonies, great sentiment and even a chorus sung in English.
So, that's the end of my rather long post. I think this is why Mummy doesn't let me write many.. And I don't know if tonights contest will give me anything new for this list, but if we all keep our fingers crossed and chant... "Royaume-Uni Douze Points" ad nauseum, you never know!

Yes, I like the Eurovision Song Contest. And it's on tonight. And Mummy has decided that I can make my second guest post in its honour.
A little history for those that aren't familiar with the contest. Basically, all the countries of Europe, excluding Italy (who think it's naff despite winning it before) but including Israel (who get invited because they are part of the European Broadcasting Union), get together and sing individual songs, whereafter all the other countries ignore the song anyway, and vote for whatever country they (a) are next to or (b) have bailed them out of something.
Hence why Greece and Cyprus always vote for each other, Ireland, Malta and the UK all cling together, and a host of countries in Russia and Eastern Europe, who weren't even countries when the first contest happened in 1956, win every year because there are more of them and therefore win more votes. Ok, not every year - sometimes a real good song from somewhere more traditional wins just because it's that bit better.
But, I watch it because, in 1997 the UK did win.
I really enjoyed it that year. We thrashed the rest of the competition. It was a good song, a good performance. I started watching it in 1990, and waited a fair time for that win. Sadly, I have waited another 13 years without another, but at least I saw us win once. And I watch because I have this weird idea that maybe, with the right song, a whole lot of luck and absolutely no resort to bribery, we may one day win it again.
So, to honour this most odd and unusual coming together (read: clash) of cultures, I have compiled my Top-10 Eurovision songs and memories from years past. See how many of these you remember!
10. Francis Ruffelle. Yeah, I know you don't remember this one. But back in the day, the UK used to pick the SONG rather than the performer, and Francis was the artist chosen to perform for the UK in 1994. She then appeared on a TV show singing a range of songs, and "Lonely Symphony (We Will Be Free)" was chosen to represent the UK. It came 10th. It sticks in the mind because, to my ears, she sounds rather like Cyndi Lauper, and I used to catch the Number 32 bus to the Sunday Market every other weekend, and the driver always had the album "Twelve Deadly Cyns (And Then Some)" on in the bus.
9. Terry Wogan. There are a million anecdotes about Terry and his views on Eurovision. I don't actually share a lot of his views on the contest - any attempt at derision used to vex me somewhat, as I really enjoy most aspects of it whilst Terry took it a lot less seriously. But, what was good was that, before he left for pastures new, he did get a chance in 1998 to swap his microphone for the stage, and host the contest from Birmingham (somewhere most of Europe has never heard of). In fact, he actually managed to present from the stage AND do the commentary over the intros too. But his best moments - his anglicized attempts at French. Wonderful pronunciations of "Madame et Monsieurs, Bienvenue a Concours Eurovision de la Chanson" or thereabouts. Thank goodness for the fluency of...
8. Ulrika-ka-ka (Johnson)! Who got a laugh even bigger than the winner Dana International in her astonishing hat, when an in-vision scorer from somewhere in Europe mentioned that she had once taken part in Eurovision herself, courting the wonderful Ulrika response of "A long time time ago was it?".
Yes, it was. 1965
7. Ken Bruce. Whose wonderful Radio 2 commentary meant that the Eurovision Song Contest was the only programme I routinely watched with the TV sound off, and the Radio on. Descriptive, informative, funny wiithout being sarcastic. And sadly, since the advent of Digital TV, I can no longer do this - as the radio gets there about 5 seconds before the picture. It's like watching a badly dubbed kung-fu movie!
6. Diggi-Loo, Diggi-Ley - The Herreys. I wasn't very old when this Swedish song won in 1984, certainly I don't remember watching it live. But I did manage to acquire the 7" single of this, in a large box of 7" singles that I bought for £4 at the Sunday Market (see number 10!) and actually prefer the B-side, Every Song You Sing. It goes a bit like this: "Every song you sing, every tune you play, every photograph that you give away. Every time you smile, when I see your eyes, how I'm hoping that I'll be yours someday. All the words of love, in your melodies, makes me wait even more patiently, for the day that I can hear you say that you did it all, just for me". I used to think it kinda sweet. Now seeing the lyrics written down, it's really about a famous persons stalker isn't it...
One of the Herrey's murdering the same song in 2007
5. Riverdance. The only interval act in Eurovision history to get a longer applause, rousing standing ovation and greater respect than all of the acts put together. Enough said.
4. Ronnie Hazelhurst. Famous for writing songs for S Club 7 (if you believe Wikipedia), and the themes to Last of the Summer Wine and Some Mothers Do Ave' Em, BBC conductor Ronnie used to conduct the orchestra for UK entries. And, if you can believe it, songs like "Love City Groove", a Rap song (thats almost an accurate typo!) entered by the UK in 1995, had to have a full orchestra backing to abide by Eurovision rules. They did away with the orchestra in favour of allowing backing tracks some years later, but there is a rumour the orchestra may return. Sadly, the late Ronnie Hazelhurst, who I recall once conducted the show with an umbrella, won't be around to help out.
3. Yamma Yamma. Pretty much that is all the lyrics, of my favourite nonsense entry, entered by Finland in 1992. It went "Yamma yamma, yamma yamma, yamma yamma, yammma yah". It came last. Ah well.
2. Ireland. Actually I was going to leave it right there, but I suppose it deserves more of an explanation. Between 1965 and today, Ireland have won 7 times, including 4 wins in 5 years between 1992-1996. And they have managed this because they have catchy songs, strong ballads, ethnic overtones - the works. Alone singer-songwriter Johnny Logan, who they call Mr Eurovision, has won it twice as performer and once as songwriter. They may even be the bookies pick for an outside win this year, by selecting their 1993 winner Niamh Kavanagh to return. I like them because, although most of the entries are now sung in English, in the good old days Ireland had the only other songs you could sing along with. So an Irish win is almost as good as a UK win!
1. Don't Ever Cry - Put. An obscure end to my Top-10 countdown, a Croatian song that came 15th with just 33 points in 1993. But it marked the start of something new - it was the first time Croatia had performed not as part of Yugoslavia, but alone. And this heralded a new era of entries, and wins, from new countries - former Yugoslavian and Baltic states. But, as well as being memorable for that, it tops my chart because it is just a fantastic song - from its "Star Wars" opening to its memorable harmonies, great sentiment and even a chorus sung in English.
"Don't Ever Cry. It's not worth it okay!?
So, that's the end of my rather long post. I think this is why Mummy doesn't let me write many.. And I don't know if tonights contest will give me anything new for this list, but if we all keep our fingers crossed and chant... "Royaume-Uni Douze Points" ad nauseum, you never know!
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Tuesday, 25 May 2010
The Family Fun Elephant Parade!
Every once in a while I get a notion in my head about something that we could do as a family. Something that is fun, something that will involve exercise and family bonding and most importantly will be exciting.
Luckily when these notions come over me, Daddy is able to reign me back in and make my ideas more do-able or more suitable for the time that we have available to us. It has happened in the past and it is bound to happen again in the future.
When I was in London last week for the Huggies Mums meet up, I noticed a lot of elephants dotted around. I vaguely remembered that these were being auctioned (after having been decorated by famous people and artists) because of the problems that Asian elephants face with habitat being lost and this will lead to us losing wild Asian Elephants.
My great idea for the weekend was that as a family we walked round London finding all the elephants and photographing them. Daddy suggested that maybe we should only try and find the elephants in one area on this trip to London, and that we could go back over the next few weeks to spot the rest.
The plan was that on Sunday morning we would arrive in London at 8am. However we then realised that even at 8am London wasn't going to be a particularly nice place to be, what with the heat wave and everything. Our plans changed so that we wouldn't arrive in London until 6pm, time for the heat to disparate and we would find the elephants in Westfield shopping centre (four of them) and then the ones that were around Hyde Park.
As you can see, we found elephants...
Somehow we missed one at Westfield Shopping Centre and so we will have to go back (Shame!) to find it! It was only when we actually got to the shopping centre that we told Top Ender what we were doing, and she loved that we were going on an Elephant Parade!
We caught the tube from White City (which is just a couple of minutes away from Westfield shopping centre if you don't know) and walked past the wall of the BBC where the Blue Peter Garden is, and past a van which is from Prank Patrol. Daddy and I also pretended that we saw Kate Adie and remembered when Daddy won the £25,000* top prize on the pilot of "Dial M for Money" hosted by Phillip Schofield.
When we got off the tube at Marble Arch we were greeted with a very large crowd of people. For some reason I had made the Tourist mistake of expecting London to be like Milton Keynes, ie devoid of people when the shops had shut. The second mistake that we made was expecting London to have followed the normal rules and cooled down now that it was the evening. Undeterred we crossed the busy roads to find our next elephants.

Crossing the road in to Hyde Park was a revelation for me. I could see what appeared to be hundreds of people standing around, we ignored them and took the photos of what we had came to London for. Although Top Ender was a little more excited than normal as she was convinced that the building in the background of this photo was Doctor Who's TARDIS...
What I quickly realised was that we were in Speakers Corner and there were a lot of Speakers about on this sunny Sunday evening. It led to a lovely discussion with Top Ender about free speech and having different opinions on different subjects to others, and also why some people felt the need to bring a step ladder or big box to the park to explain their point of view.
A quick walk through the underpass to The Dorchester Hotel (which had lots of Paparazzi standing outside!) and we found our next two Elephants. I tired to delay us leaving the outside of the hotel in the hopes that someone famous would come out, but time was marching on and I knew that we had to keep on walking too.
Back into Hyde Park we marched and found two more friends outside the gates... well I already knew they were there having seen them on the Tuesday, but we let Top Ender find them by herself.
As you can see the second of the Elephants just outside Hyde Park was hollow and was great fun for looking in. This one was Daddy's favourite, and I must admit that I have a soft spot for it too! We then walked back up Hyde Park and I felt very continental as Daddy told me that it was nearly 9pm! It was so light and there were so many people about that it really did feel a lot earlier. We weren't the only people with young children out and about either!
We soon found the last "herd" for the day and peered through the fence at them.

Baby Boy and Top Ender were still going strong and Baby Boy was getting a lot of admiring glances from young women holding on to their semi naked muscular partners as he was smiling and chattering away to anyone within earshot!
We walked along The Serpentine and discussed everything we could think of, watched some people Salsa dancing and tried not to stare at the family having a picnic complete with what looked like bongs!
Luckily when these notions come over me, Daddy is able to reign me back in and make my ideas more do-able or more suitable for the time that we have available to us. It has happened in the past and it is bound to happen again in the future.
When I was in London last week for the Huggies Mums meet up, I noticed a lot of elephants dotted around. I vaguely remembered that these were being auctioned (after having been decorated by famous people and artists) because of the problems that Asian elephants face with habitat being lost and this will lead to us losing wild Asian Elephants.
My great idea for the weekend was that as a family we walked round London finding all the elephants and photographing them. Daddy suggested that maybe we should only try and find the elephants in one area on this trip to London, and that we could go back over the next few weeks to spot the rest.
The plan was that on Sunday morning we would arrive in London at 8am. However we then realised that even at 8am London wasn't going to be a particularly nice place to be, what with the heat wave and everything. Our plans changed so that we wouldn't arrive in London until 6pm, time for the heat to disparate and we would find the elephants in Westfield shopping centre (four of them) and then the ones that were around Hyde Park.
As you can see, we found elephants...
Somehow we missed one at Westfield Shopping Centre and so we will have to go back (Shame!) to find it! It was only when we actually got to the shopping centre that we told Top Ender what we were doing, and she loved that we were going on an Elephant Parade!
We caught the tube from White City (which is just a couple of minutes away from Westfield shopping centre if you don't know) and walked past the wall of the BBC where the Blue Peter Garden is, and past a van which is from Prank Patrol. Daddy and I also pretended that we saw Kate Adie and remembered when Daddy won the £25,000* top prize on the pilot of "Dial M for Money" hosted by Phillip Schofield.
When we got off the tube at Marble Arch we were greeted with a very large crowd of people. For some reason I had made the Tourist mistake of expecting London to be like Milton Keynes, ie devoid of people when the shops had shut. The second mistake that we made was expecting London to have followed the normal rules and cooled down now that it was the evening. Undeterred we crossed the busy roads to find our next elephants.
Luckily, Daddy was once a Scout and so was prepared for the sun that was still out and slapped the suncream on us all whilst we played with the elephants and listened in on some fantastic conversations going on around us!
Crossing the road in to Hyde Park was a revelation for me. I could see what appeared to be hundreds of people standing around, we ignored them and took the photos of what we had came to London for. Although Top Ender was a little more excited than normal as she was convinced that the building in the background of this photo was Doctor Who's TARDIS...
This is Bobby and was my favourite out of all the Elephants we saw on Sunday.
What I quickly realised was that we were in Speakers Corner and there were a lot of Speakers about on this sunny Sunday evening. It led to a lovely discussion with Top Ender about free speech and having different opinions on different subjects to others, and also why some people felt the need to bring a step ladder or big box to the park to explain their point of view.
| Just to give you an idea of how many people were about! |
Back into Hyde Park we marched and found two more friends outside the gates... well I already knew they were there having seen them on the Tuesday, but we let Top Ender find them by herself.
As you can see the second of the Elephants just outside Hyde Park was hollow and was great fun for looking in. This one was Daddy's favourite, and I must admit that I have a soft spot for it too! We then walked back up Hyde Park and I felt very continental as Daddy told me that it was nearly 9pm! It was so light and there were so many people about that it really did feel a lot earlier. We weren't the only people with young children out and about either!
We soon found the last "herd" for the day and peered through the fence at them.
Baby Boy and Top Ender were still going strong and Baby Boy was getting a lot of admiring glances from young women holding on to their semi naked muscular partners as he was smiling and chattering away to anyone within earshot!
We walked along The Serpentine and discussed everything we could think of, watched some people Salsa dancing and tried not to stare at the family having a picnic complete with what looked like bongs!
We eventually made it back to the Tube and back to where we had left our car at Westfield at around 10pm. It was a bit later than we had planned, but it had been a grand day out and nobody minded.
We are planning our other trips to London to see the rest of the Elephants over the next couple of weeks, if you would like to take part then your best resource would be the Elephant Parade Website at http://www.elephantparadelondon.org/ as it has a route map and almost everything you want to know. If you want to know anything that isn't on the website, then you can always try asking me!
*But as it was the pilot he actually went home with a much much much lesser prize.
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