Saturday, May 13, 2006

When I Was A Child...

It's funny how little things cast your mind back to when you were a child - it could be a smell, or someone saying 'remember when', or seeing a clip on the telly of a show you've not seen since you were a child. Of course, now I'm an adult although I don't feel like a grown up all the time! I have caught myself saying 'now, when I was a child' to my mates children and then having echos bounce 'round my head of MY parents and grandparents saying the same to me.

So, with all that in mind...

When I was a child I was afraid of thunder and lightening. My grandfather told me it was giants bowling in the sky. I'm not frighted of it any more, but I still think of what he told me the moment I hear the first clap of thunder or a flash of lightening.

When I was a child I used to think little people lived inside radios playing instruments and that's where the music came from.

When I was a child I saw a huge spider crawling up my sister's beadspread while she was sleeping. I ran out to tell my mom and dad. They didn't believe me, well, until she woke up screaming! I still hate spiders to this day.

When I was a child, I actually had my mouth washed out with soap. It was the early 70s and the musical "Jesus Christ Superstar" was all the rage, especially the title song. I started singing the song, but would only say 'Jesus Christ' then wait until I was told off, then say 'superstar'. Of course, I thought I was being really clever by getting away with swearing, but of course by saying 'superstar' afterwards, that was my get-out, my 'nyah nyah' to my Mom and Dad that they couldn't tell me off. Well, was I ever wrong. My mom threatened to wash my mouth out with soap if I kept doing it. Of couse, I kept doing it and before I knew what was happening I had a mouth full of Ivory Soap. Yuk yuk and double yuk...but I had it coming.

When I was a child, I was obsessed with bowling and had all sorts of bowling themed knick knacks. The manager of my local five pin alley down the street gave me a bowling pin that wasn't being used anymore. I slept with it for a week as if it were a teddy bear.

When I was a child, I swallowed my grandfather's ring. He got it back, but only after 'nature took its course'.

When I was a child, apparently I used to love bananas. I don't remember that at all. I hate them now and will do anything to avoid the smell or taste.

When I was a child, I was always 'mishearing' lyrics in music. For years I would sing 'hot tea bo' whenever 'Rock The Boat' was playing.

When I was a child, my sister and I would try to fly by jumped off a chair and flapping our arms really quickly.

When I was a child, I would always turn to the toy section first of the Eaton's or Sear's catalogue. As the years went by, I'd turn to the men's underwear section first. Now, I turn to the home furnishings first, THEN the men's underwear!

When I was a child, my first 'crush' was on Scott Baio when he joined Happy Days as Chachi.

When I was a child, my favourite thing about visiting my paternal grandparents was a big thick slice of my grandmother's homemade bread and slapping on a pound of butter. The funny thing was that her husband owned a bakery for years, but she always made better bread than he did.

When I was a child, after being particularly annoying to my parents, they finally told me to 'go tell it to a tree'. So I went outside, crossed the street and did. It was actually a wooden telephone pole.

When I was a child, my sister and I had our own 'secret' language. "Womi omi bomi omi" we would say. We didn't even know what we were talking about.

When I was a child, I would sneak handfuls of chocolate chips and marshmallows from my mother's baking cupboards.

When I was a child, my sister and I would play for hours with her Barbies. Sometimes I was Ken, sometimes I was Barbie. I would always get Barbie and her girlfriends to bang their boobs together when they would meet. "Hi, Barbie" "Hi Cindy" "Let's bang our boobs together". "OK!" It would drive my sister mad.

When I was a child, my sister and I were having an arguement in the back seat of the car calling each other names. Flustered and obviously out of name-calling words, she said "well, you're a pig with no tail!". We both burst out laughing and that was the end of the arguement.

When I was a child, I would make ice cream sundaes the size of my head and eat every last bit.

When I was a child, I used to sit on my grandfather's knee and press different parts of his face and he'd make funny sounds.

When I was a child, I would switch on my grandparents outdoor Christmas lights during the day. The phone would ring at home later in the evening.

When I was a child, I mistook a carafe of red wine for grape juice, poured a glass and took a big gulp. I thought I was going to be sick and swore I would never drink alcohol ever again.

When I was a child, I would always ask "are we there yet" on long road trips. One day before my Dad started up the car, he turned around and told us he'd better not hear "are we there yet?" within the next two hours or there would be hell to pay. I asked that very question the moment we pulled out of the driveway. Luckily, he couldn't believe my boldness and saw the funny side of it.

When I was a child, I used to think that being 30 was really old.

I suppose this is a work in progress, but that's enough for now. Read into those statements what you will...some of them are just plain silly, but others are quite telling, aren't they?

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Phil's Rules of The Tube


Here's a depressing thought: I reckon I make at least 400 trips a year on the London Underground. That takes into account the number of working days a year minus vacation days, public holidays etc. So 400 is probably a conservative estimate. Still, that’s 400 trips with the ‘great unwashed’ of London.

So, in my almost 16 years of living and working in London that adds up to 6400 trips. After all that, I’ve learned a few things about travelling on the underground and would like to share with you “Phil’s Handy Dandy Reference Guide for Travelling on the Tube During Rush Hour”. No doubt others will have written similar things, but I don’t care, I finally feel the need to get this off my chest – and hey, it’s been over two weeks since my last blog!

*Takes deep breath*

Entering the station: Have your ticket ready BEFORE you approach the automatic gates! You had to use a ticket last time right? Then don’t be so surprised when you find the gates won’t open when you get close. Get your fucking ticket out in advance so as not to piss off the rest of us behind you. Either that, or get out of the way before we push you. If you can’t remember where you put your ticket, then don’t even bother, just turn around and go home as you’re obviously not capable of remembering where you’re supposed to be going in the first place!

On the escalator: See those signs that read “Stand on the Right?” Well, they are NOT a suggestion. It means stand on the right, NOT stand on the left. Even if there were no signs, it should be bloody obvious to any person that everyone else is standing on the right and walking down the left. Just because you think you need to talk to your mate for the short ride doesn’t mean you can inconvenience the rest of us. Honestly, is what you really have to say that important that it can’t wait 30 seconds or so? If it is, either walk down the left, or don’t get on. If you continue to stand on the left like the big fat idiot that you are, I am going to push you down the escalator, and hurl your Primark bag down after you. Oh, and when you do get off, move away from the bottom – there’s people coming after you.

Walking in the tunnels: Don’t dawdle. People are trying to get places. It’s a tunnel, so don’t walk like you’re window shopping. Save that for above ground. Walk in a straight line and stay on the right! Oh, and follow the direction signs – don’t use a ‘shortcut’ during rush hour – you’ll find you’ll be the sole person going against the advancing throng and every single one of us will be giving you the evil eye. Those WAY OUT signs are positioned for crowd control in addition to getting your sorry ass out of the station, you stupid bastards!

Going down / up stairs: Go right – there’s that word again! I mean, there are signs and everything saying stay on the right. If you can’t read, you shouldn’t be on the train in the first place as you’ll never know where to get off.

Getting on the train: Let people off the train first god dammit! Funnily enough, if you stop the people from getting off the train, it means you won’t be able to get on. Those unclear on the concept will be politely told to move the fuck out of the way. If the train is packed, don’t assume there’s always room for you. Sometimes there isn’t, so you’ll just have to wait for the next train. Your ass is fatter than you think.

On the train (this is a big list so I’ve done it in point form):

If there’s a seat – take it. If not, move down the train. I’ll let you off if you’re only going one stop.

If you’re sitting down, sit up straight and keep your personal space personal.

If you’re standing then, hold on! It’s physically impossible to do the Times Crossword while standing on the tube, so don’t even try. You’ll just keep bumping into people. Besides, no one likes a smartass.

If seated and you’re reading a newspaper, don’t lean forward with your broadsheet and then given dirty looks when people brush by it.

For christ’s sake KEEP YOUR FEET IN! Don’t stick them out in the aisle! What is it with (mostly) women that they need to cross their legs have them sticking halfway into the aisle when its so busy? I just refuse to step over them now. My advice is to walk right through their legs – if you hit them, too fucking bad, serves them right for being so inconsiderate.

As for the guys – there must be a large amount of extremely well hung men out there as it is apparently impossible for them to keep their legs together. Why do they feel the need to sit down and spread their legs further out than a women giving birth? We all know you’ve just got a sock stuffed down there anyway.

If you get up and realise the seat is wet, then tell the person who’s about to take your place BEFORE they sit down.

If you’re standing in between the seats – the two on either side of you are YOURS NEXT! Unless you’re pregnant, elderly or disabled, don’t push through to get it, don’t sneak your way past the person people getting up to get that seat. Its just plain rude!

If you’re not well, don’t get on the train. Do you really want to pass out in front of all those people?

This is the 21st century; don’t assume that because you’re a woman you get the seat. Sorry, but chivalry and equal rights don’t always mix.

If you have to eat, be considerate and take away your rubbish. Do I come and dump a half eaten kebab in your living room? No, of course not! So don’t do it on the train. Don’t even think of bringing giant steaming coffees into a crowded train unless you want to inflict third degree burns on people and face a lawsuit.

Pay attention to where you are. Don’t suddenly think – am I there yet and realise, oh shit, I am, and barrel through the rest of us. You just look stupid…and that’s because you are.

Don’t play music through your mobile phone speaker – it sounds shit, most of the music people play in this way is shit anyway, and you just look like a sad twat.

Finally, turn your stereo DOWN – or at least invest in some decent noise-cancelling headphones so you don’t piss the rest of us off with your tinny cacophony!

Jumping in front of a moving train: Why? I’m honestly extremely sorry for anyone who feels they must end their life, not only will your suicide be difficult on your friends and family, especially given the way you’ve chosen to end your life, you’ll also inconvenience thousands of people on the train and serverly traumatise the entirely innocent driver who hits you. I think that last point is the worst. These guys have a stressful enough job without having to worry about people jumping in front of them.

Phew, I’m worn out….that’s quite a rant. Take heed and follow the rules please or you’ll have me to answer to!

There’s lots of things I’d miss about London if I ever moved back to Canada, but taking the tube is most definitely not one of them.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Something To Offend Everyone


Last night I was at my mates for dinner (he made meatloaf! yum!), and I finally saw "Jerry Springer - The Opera". I've been desperate to see it ever since it came to London. I never got around to seeing it on stage. When the BBC broadcast it last year (to much controversy), we recorded it on our Sky+ box. Well, the stupid box decided to die when we sat down to watch it (we're on box four now btw!).

So, third time lucky! And oh my god was it fantastic! Its certainly not for the timid or easily offended, that's for sure. If lines like "three nipple cousin fucker" make you cover your ears, then you certainly don't want to see this show (or maybe you should!). And that's a rather tame line to boot - it gets much much worse. I can see why so many people were up in arms about it, but hey, its just a show. Its not going to corrupt you and the whole thing makes fun of reality television and the people that go on it. Its a satire folks! I don't think I've laughed so hard and been so shocked, so many times over two hours, in my life.

Adult babies, Jesus saying he's a bit gay, the KKK doing a dance number, the list goes on, as does the swearing. No profanity is left untouched or left unsung. Eight thousand swear words, give or take, including 3,168 'f*cks' and 297 'c*nts'. Oh, and 15,000 complaints to the BBC and 4,500 to Ofcom. Most of those complaints were filed well before it was broadcast - no doubt hoping to get it banned from broadcast. For once, these high and mighty twats didn't get their way.

The songs are brilliant as well. My favourites were "This Is My Jerry Springer Moment " and "I Just Wanna (Fucking) Dance" - a lovely ballad, which has been turned into a fantasic club remix. Its on my workout playlist and every time it comes on, I just wanna shout out the lyrics!

Although I didn't see it on the BBC, the version I saw last night was the same and I'm so glad the BBC broadcast the show. For once, I was happy to pay my license fee.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Just Can't Get Enough


On Monday this week, Scooter and I went to see Depeche Mode at Wembley Arena. The band is one of his firm's clients and they got some free tickets, so we went with a few other staff from his office.

Now, I was never a big fan of them, but I figured, at least I can say I've seen them live. I remember when they first came out on the alternative music scene in Canada. I had several friends who were into them and that sort of music. I vividly recall in my tiny little mind seeing three of my friends sitting in the band room listening intently to "People Are People". I was thinking, gawd, its not like its Oscar Peterson or anything. I also remember thinking, gosh, I wish I was a bit cooler, like they are, oh, and how I wanted to badly to snog one of them** (if he reads this, he'll know who he is!) Such are the myriad of things that run through a teenager's angst ridden mind.

ANYWAY, I digress. We got to the arena, went "ooh, ahh" at the pretty new fountain outside with the lights and music, then went in. Took our seats and the opening act came on, The Bravery from New York. They were very good, but their music just wasn't for me, and I thought well, its all very loud and stuff. I wasn't sure how I'd enjoy the rest of the evening.

Depeche Mode came on to thunderous applause, I'm sure that 99.9% of the people there were die hard fans, so I felt rather out of place. The only DM song I knew was People are People.

You know what? I effing loved the show! The music was fantastic, the performaces were first rate and the lights etc. were excellent! AND I actually knew a few more songs than I thought...as soon as "Just Can't Get Enough" started, I turned to Scooter and said "oh, I didn't know that was their song"!! That song has been my theme for the week. I went to HMV the next day at lunch as they had a big sale on (as if I actually need an excuse to go in there) and they had a bunch of DM stuff on sale - so I got a double CD of their singles and another double of remixes.

Well, I've been listening to them non-bloody stop all week. Luckily my co-workers quite like them! Its been on my iRiver quite a bit too.

Its been quite some time since I've found a music group that I've taken an instant liking to, but they've got me hooked. It does make me wonder what other sort of music I may have missed out on during my youth when I was soooo into jazz and new age. Mind you, DM have been going for 25 years and are second only to the Rolling Stones in sales, so they've obviously got staying power.

So thanks Scooter for the tickets! DM have a new fan in me.

I'll be loading those tunes onto my wireless media player in the kitchen so I can play them over and over whilst I paint my kitchen ceiling.

Yes, life is THAT glamorous here at Philboze Towers.



**In case you're wondering, I finally did snog him, albeit 20 years later!