Wednesday, 27 June 2007
The wonderful Jeni Barnett now has a new radio slot on LBC which can be listened to online:
1pm-2pm Monday to Friday LBC Radio
Click on the Listen Live link on the LBC website
NB. Aaaaaaargh this is the first time I have listened from the beginning and hear that Jeni is only sitting in for someone else. So this might only be for this week!
For years Jeni presented the excellent Good Food Live on UKTVFood but bizarrely, in some strange stroke of political manouvering, the programme format and Jenni were ditched in favour of a rather slow and less than inspiring food programming. It is so boring it is beyond belief - I understand that is to go off air soon, after its short run.
Moving to radio is a new career move for Jeni and just goes to show that no matter, we can always re-build and move into new directions. Jeni has been blogging and is refreshingly honest and open about the mental traumas we go through and I wish her well. It is a fascinating insight into a person in her position. Pretty human really!
Do visit her blog and show her a bit of loving! www.jenibarnett.com
After all, for many years she has kept us entertained and informed and held an excellent daily food programme together. And I am looking forward to seeing her larger than life character on TV again but for the moment the radio slot is doing very well!
Sunday, 24 June 2007
The time has come to re-emerge and re-brand. Time to move away from the very dodgy Grans on Bran moniker with its edge of porn connotations. I didn't mean to mislead anyone but I did not want to fit in a pigeon hole.
By re-branding I am definitely making a statement that I want to continue blogging. It is fun, creative and therapy all in one go, but this time round I am definitely easing off the too personal stuff. It might be OK to know the inner recesses of my bizarre thinking but I don't need to be quite so public about some of the effluent in my past.
I did think I might write something a tad more but having spent some days copying over all these posts I'm pretty near exhausted. So no invitations or cyber cocktails just yet. Coming soon. It will definitely be a dress up event. :-)
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Thursday, 14 June 2007
Almost all reason leaves me as I wonder if this animal is alive but won't let go of the bag in case something jumped out and escaped. All this bravery whilst full of fear. But the mouse was well and truly dead and not only that, was flattened. What happened, why my bag, had I done something to kill the mouse in situ - had I stepped on it, and why didn't I smell it before now. Especially as I have an acute sense of smell. Worst of all, are there any more dead animals under my desk? Most repulsive.
On the other hand, it's a great day for it. Our car broke down. We had VIP guests (clients) and I left getting the lunch catering until the last minute. So on foot I hightailed it to the local store and lugged back all sorts of goodies: watermelon, pineapple, other fruits, juices, bread and fresh veg for a fresh soup. Having both arms feel like they were no longer part of my body wasn't enough. I had 40 minutes to knock up a lovely lunch. Yeah - on that score I can consider "job done and brilliantly executed". It was a lovely lunch enjoyed by all.
Later on, having got the car running with the help of four local lads, I go in search of a garage to get the car fixed. Apparently the battery was OK after all and it might be the starter motor. Interesting that there is all this smoke coming out the exhaust as well? Negotiating with the third garage my son phones me to say that his friend was laying on the ground bleeding from the head but that don't worry he was with him and that five teachers were also in attendance! (It turns out it was kids high jinks throwing stones at each other got out of hand - sheer stupidity.)
The mother of son's friend, a neighbour, hadn't yet been located so with car smoking away I ditch the garage and high tail over to the school to be there for the ambulance but they have just left. So it is a drive to the hospital to stay with the boy until his mum gets there. But it is getting to rush hour and hospital parking can be difficult... so I park the car at home and run all the way to the hospital. Admittedly it isn't far, quite a few streets away, but only weeks ago I couldn't even run fifty yards and here I was keeping up a good pace. I was still finding it difficult but I did it and arrived not even beetroot red. The boy's mother had already arrived so I wasn't needed which was fine with me. As a just in case I felt it important to be there but that is by-the-by.
The thing for me is that I now have a level of fitness. Less than a month doing my air walker exercises have already paid off. By this time I had forgotten I had done the earlier dash to the shops returning laden down like a donkey and here I was running to the hospital as if it were nothing. This is wonderful stuff. But before I preen up in smug self-satisfaction I am reminded of this revolting happening beneath my desk.
PS. Handbag and contents hit the bin with just a check that nothing identifiable was with it for security sake.
Monday, 11 June 2007
Thanks to Jane of Jane Loves Tarzan for reminding me that I have been a blogger for two years now. Technically. I did take a break for some months, and I so archived my archive it's gone but who's counting?!
It's Jane's anniversary too.
PS. I love Jane's cake - so manic :-D
PPS. A little reminder why the moniker "Grans on Bran": It started off as a joke between me and Cheryl of Mad Baggage. I'm not a Gran but I could be. It was my wanna-be Porn Star name.... but that was a conversation over two years ago and goodness knows how these things get discussed ;-) But it was thanks to Cheryl that I started blogging.
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Having recently discovered the excellent "The Oldies Project" I have also become more intimate with the visualisations on RealPlayer. One of which is the singular "Annabelle the Sheep". It is mad, it is crazy, it is blindingly simple but so funny and incongruous. With all the technology out there, to have a stick sheep bounce back and forth to one's tunes, and it's various cohorts making an appearance, really tickles.
Screen grabs below for instant edification.