Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Tonight I went to see Sweeney Todd, starring Johnny Depp, with my friend Laura from church.  We braved the mingingness of the Sutton UCI (well, actually now its Sutton Empire or some crap like that) over the mingingness of Croydon Vue cinemas at Purley Way.  Every time I've been to the Croydon cinema I've had to wade my way through various bits of litter, rubbish and so on, make sure I find a seat that actually has a seat cushion (and that actually stays on the seat) then endure the noisiness and immaturity of the audience (who are usually teenagers of a certain ilk, you know the type I mean, the ones who aren't really there to watch the movie but who are there to create havoc).  I would love to say that Sutton Empire was much much MUCH better than that - but unfortunately I can't.  The seats, whilst they are on a graded incline, have obviously been designed by a giraffe, as I was flat out seeing over the seat back of the person in front of me.  Couple this with then trying to see over his head, and well... was I at 'Mission Impossible'?

The cushions had become detached from the seats, so you spent much of your time balanced on one buttock, craning your neck to see the screen.  Heaven help you if you are startled during a particularly scary bit, you'll fall fair off your chair!  Actually that did happen to me when Sweeney Todd slashed his first victim's throat, I jumped from the shock, and having unfortunately chosen that exact moment to have a sip from my drink the bloke in front was nearly wearing my diet coke!  I then performed a wierd sort of trapeze artist maneouvre and managed to regain my balance on the other buttock, but the experience left me slightly shaken.  Luckily I am actually very adept at balancing myself precariously on one buttock.  I don't know why but I suspect it has something to do with my netball playing days, when during one particular nailbiter with our team Nafai (No Ability, F@*% All Interest) - or maybe it was with the Pumbas, I can't remember - but anyway, I developed cramps in not one but both buttocks simultaneously, and had to be half dragged off the court (as no-one could actually carry me - this was in my more heavy days). Since then I have been doing regular butt-clenching exercises to strengthen that muscle, and I now have buns of steel (well, I wish... but 'picking up a button' doesn't really cut it...for those ladies who are familiar with THAT type of exercise! ).

The good thing about this cinema though was that we didn't have the "Croydon Hoodies" with us, so it meant that we actually got to watch the film.  I have to say, I actually enjoyed this film (well as much as one can 'enjoy' a Jack the Ripper style serial killing blood-fest).  The best bit about this movie was the music by Stephen Sondheim.  That man is pure genius when it comes to intensely emotional and gloriously soaring melodies, coupled with extremely witty lyrics and an artist's palette of orchestral colour and texture.  His melodies don't follow the norm at all, you can't second guess at all where they're going, as he goes through wondrously unusual chord progressions, but when he gets there, it all makes perfect sense.  Truly my favourite pieces would have to have been "The Worst Pies In London", "Johanna" and "Pirelli's Miracle Exilir".  I left the cinema and immediately had to buy the soundtrack on iTunes, it was so good (although I now have to blog about the perils of iTunes because hey, I paid for the music - why can't I use it in the format I need, and why can't I copy it to other devices (like my Zen - does the whole world have to own an iPod?) - but that's for another time).  

I've read some reviews about Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter, and I have to say, I thought their singing was just magnificent.  Exactly the right sort of accent, tone and character for the individual pieces.  I thought they were brilliant.  And Alan Rickman, with his dry, wry tone, exactly what was required,  was just fabulous...

So I attach for you the trailer...

Anyway, if you haven't seen it, please do, you won't regret it.  Just don't eat a meat pie beforehand...

It Sucks To Be Me

To quote a song from my favourite musical, Avenue Q, that is.  Right now, it "Sucks to Be Me".

Why?  Because I still haven't found anywhere to live.  I am absolutely, totally, categorically sick to death of spending hours trawling the internet, newspapers, lettings agents, and so on, in search of a flat.  Now don't get me wrong, I'm not out on the streets - I'm staying with the Officers at Sutton and their family, which is just lovely.  They have made me feel extremely welcome and at home and a real part of the family, and I will be forever grateful to them for their kindness.  And they say can I stay as long as I need to, so there's no real rush to move out - but the commute to school is a bit of a drag because the traffic is absolutely diabolical at times.  A journey which should take me 40 minutes max, has been taking sometime an hour and a half!  Except on a Friday, which for some strange reason seems to be relatively clear.  I have my own theory about this - I think that either a lot of people take long weekends, or they leave their cars at home so as to be able to go out after work.  I don't know, I haven't tried the train on a Friday to see if its any more packed than ever.

But I digress.  It sucks to be me.

It really does!  It sucks to be me!  It sucks to spend hours on the internet, phone, email etc looking for a flat, going and checking it out, and finding out that for £390 a month ($858) you can rent - drum roll please - a box!  Albeit an apparently 'furnished' box - yes, it had a bed, but no wardrobe, no drawers, no nothing.  To be fair, there wasn't any room for anything but the bed.  And it didn't even include bills!

And there's really no point looking at anything more expensive, I just can't afford it.  I actually started off looking at some cheaper rooms and for the life of me, I can't work out how these people come up with their prices.  For example, for £300 / month I could rent a King size room, bills included (and internet!), all in the right area - but the problem with that place was simply that it was a dump.  The hallway, living room, stairwell - all cluttered with the landlord's stuff, the bathroom dingy, bathroom cabinet complete with door hanging off its hinge - but the piece di resistance was the kitchen.  I wouldn't let my dog eat food that had been cooked in there!  It was the dirtiest, most unhygenic place I've ever seen!  Suffice to say that place was a big no...

Then there was the rabbit warren, £350 including bills, where the room I would rent was I guess a double room, on the ground floor - but the bathroom, kitchen and living areas were down in the basement, a right hovel!  And there were 4 people living there, all about 5 years old (you know what I mean) - so that was a no too.

And I could go on, but to be honest, its just too depressing.  So again, tomorrow, I will be out there, hitting the streets of London in search of the elusive flat... maybe I should try Avenue Q...

Sutton SA Goes Bush (With a Load of Carrots...)

Last weekend the lovely ladies and gentlemen of Sutton Salvation Army, and their families, took to the bush and spent the weekend on retreat at the Carroty Wood Outdoor Education Centre.

What an excellent time we had too!  I drove down on Friday night after school, confronted by some absolutely diabolical traffic through New Cross and Peckham, so I arrived a little late - but still in time for dinner (most important! especially liked the dessert.... trifle...yum!).  We registered and then were assigned to the various dorms etc - and I was put in with Laura, Michelle and Rachel.  What a fab group of girls!  We had heaps of fun, chatting late into the night (well, late-ish... ok, I'll admit it - only until about midnight but hey, I'm a grand old dame of 35 so I need my beauty sleep...) about meaningless things - the fact that the blanket on your bed is called a DOONA as opposed to a DUVET (go figure?)...

Leisurely awoke on the Saturday and had breakfast, then it was time to meet your team (I was in Darryn's team) for a bit of orienteering. This was pretty good, it was lovely to walk through the woods there (although I'm really pleased I didn't bring my new Blundies because my old Blundies took a caning with the mud!).  Spot of lunch, more team building activities - including bizarre things like getting a foreign friend in a foreign country to call in at the designated time and say 'Carroty Wood sounds like a really great place' in a foreign language (we won that one, thank you Aga!), taking your photo with a complete stranger who wasn't a part of the Salvo group, memorising an article in the Evening Standard, climbing trees... oh and finding the longest 'twig'.  Now can I just say on this one, I was wrongly accused of nicking Steve's group's twig - get this - because they HID IT IN THE BUSH!  You're kidding, right?  Oh I hid that stick in the bush, you can't take it!  Don't be a sore loser, Steve Allcock! If a stick is unattended in the bush, then it's fair game.  (Actually they got their own back, and found a bigger stick, alas!)

Fortunately though, we won this bizarre competition, thank you very much.  Then it was time for a spot of swimming, then the evening meal (yummo again) and finally we sat around the campfire roasting marshmallows.  Dean brought out his guitar and entertained all with his interesting renditions of old Beatles songs...

Sunday was actually a bit more of the same, quick church service followed by a spot of swimming (or group table tennis, with books for bats) - then a gorgeous Sunday roast - triple yummo!  Alas then it was over all too soon, and time to head off back to London...  But everyone agreed that a really fab time had been had!

Anyway, here are some pics:

Team Leader Darryn

Hm - don't know why I look like such a spazz in this one...

It was a very muddy weekend...

Steve and Foxy go looking for another stick - or else they're just orienteering...

Campfire's burning...

The One Where Kylie Is An Absolute Idiot (or "How to enter a country twice in one day")

I know I'm a bit late in posting this, but hey, better late than never. I've been a bit busy lately with school and house-hunting, neither ventures being very successful if truth be told, but it's meant I haven't been keeping up with the blogging. I have actually now got a few posts on the go, and was going to abandon this one, but hey, I know how much you enjoy a laugh at my expense, so here we are... The flight back from Australia was relatively uneventful. First of all, the dreaded farewell at the airport was not as bad as it usually is. Usually, it goes like this: the quiet tapering off of conversation in the car on the way to the airport, as each passenger contemplates the inevitable, followed by the long queue to check in (usually with Dad for moral support, coupled with the obvious questions of 'Have you got your passport?"), then the (if it can be possible) even longer queue for a coffee at the one and only coffee place left open in the food court this late at night, followed by strained conversation over our 'last supper'. This is then usually broken by Mum with comments of 'ooh Kyles, they're boarding in 60 minutes... 50 minutes... 45 minutes... maybe you'd better get going', after which we make the slow and horribly painful walk to the 'flood' gate - so named because of the floods of tears experienced once we're there. But this time I was determined it would be easier. First of all, on the way to the airport I told Dad to just drop me off and go, no coffees this time - and he was ok with that - but then promptly changed my mind. Just as well, because while we were in the check-in queue, Louise phoned to say that she and Sheldon were in the neighbourhood and were popping in to say goodbye. This turned out to be the best thing, because their presence and good natured chat lightened the mood and thus the 'flood' gate did not live up to its name, and instead became the 'departure' gate this time. Thank you Lou and Shel. Anyway, on the first leg of the journey I had an aisle seat next to a fairly antisocial bloke who slept for most of the flight, which meant that he didn't disturb me with loo visits and so on. This allowed me to get a little sleep, which I really needed, as I would only have a few hours in transit in Singapore before the final 14 hour or so leg back to London, and I had made plans to meet Jun for a coffee at the airport so we could discuss the upcoming Sweden trip. This was no mean feat actually, our breakfast meeting, as for this to take place, it meant that I had to fill in an immigration card and formally enter Singapore, just so I could go landside and meet Jun in the arrivals hall. I duly fill in my card, go through the gates and so on, and we meet up. We went upstairs to Starbucks and were there for some time chatting about the plans for the Sweden trip. It sounds like its going to be a good one too, so stay posted here on kmuki.blogspot.com for the reports, which will be in February. We chatted for about an hour or so and then it was time for me to leave Singapore, go airside and board the plane. Jun walked with me to the departure gate, said farewell, and off I went. I handed in the little white portion of my landing card so I could leave Singapore, got stamped out, and headed off to do some last minute shopping. It would only have been about 10 minutes later, when I was rummaging around in my bag to get my purse, that I suddenly had that terrible, gut-wrenching, sinking feeling as I realised something was horribly wrong. Horribly wrong! I was missing... .... my camcorder and camera! Oh no! Where could they be? I frantically searched through my backpack, flinging undies and all sorts out of the bag, in the hopes that they were tucked in behind something, but no, they weren't there! And I knew I'd had them with me when I got off the plane, because I'd taken them out of my backpack as they were just a bit too bulky, and were poking into me, and I'd slung them around my neck! And Mel and Beck and everyone had 'borrowed' them at our farewell at Enchilada's and left little messages and pictures on them - which I now wouldn't get to see! Aaaaggghhh! Mass panic! More frantic flinging of stuff! So I quickly get back on the phone to Jun, who was by this point now driving out of the airport. "Jun, did I leave my camcorder bag at Starbucks? Can you please run back and check?!" Jun, being the gentleman that he is, turned the car back around and headed back to Starbucks, whilst I literally (and I mean, literally) flew through the airport, scribbled out another immigration card, ran back into Singapore (hurriedly answering the customs dude's questions - hurry up fella!) and raced back up to Starbucks, only to see a man walking off with my camcorder! Stop, stop, STOP! That's my camera! Luckily for me the man was Jun! Phew, what a relief - I could've kissed him, I was so pleased that he'd got my camera (and how lucky was I that it was still there eh?). Another quick set of goodbyes, quick stamp of the passport, and I was back airside (with just enough time to make it to the departure gate!) Seriously, if my head wasn't screwed on...

Marcella Does Enchilada's

I just love this pic of my gorgeous niece Marcella taken recently when Dad took us out to lunch at Enchilada's at Aspley. Isn't she a real honey?

Give Me A Home Among The Gumtrees

So I had an absolutely brilliant time at home, it was so great to see all the fam and spend as much time with them as I could. Alas the time went all too quick!

Some of the highlights...

* Christmas with the fam - this year it was really good, one of (if not the) best ever! Ta guys...

* Seeing my gorgeous nephews and nieces and getting to spend time with them (especially the many movies I saw with Lach and Haz)
* Catching up with old friends and fam

* The BBQ at Mum and Dad's

* Bethany's dedication

Here are some pics...

My beautiful Bethany's dedication - and my gorgeous boys!

Beck, Dem and Cheeky Chel!

All the girls!The grand and greatgrand kids (well as many as were there) - some of whom I hadn't seen in 10 years... with Grandma and Grandpa Moore at the BBQ at Mum and Dad's

Grandpa, Nanny, Me, Grandma, Grandpa

The Year In Review

It's New Year's Eve, so in true Bridget Jones style, I thought I'd do a bit of a summary of my 2007. Here goes: Number of kilos lost: not enough Number of kilos gained: too many to mention, especially since Christmas! Number of blog posts: 126 (pretty impressive, eh?) Number of countries visited: oooh, now I have to think for a second - 19? Australia, Singapore, Iceland, France, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Albania, Montenegro, Macedonia, Serbia, Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey, Syria, Jordan, Israel, Germany, Belgium.... not bad for 1 year, eh? Number of new nieces: 1 Number of houses lived in: 1 (but now currently homeless) Number of gyms joined and then quit: 1 Number of boyfriends: Alas, none! Nah, it's too difficult to do a Bridget Jones on this one. Can't think of how to make it witty enough, sorry. Apologies for my poor efforts, ok? I guess though all that is left to say is that 2007 was a pretty good year, rock on 2008! How was your 2007?

Merry Christmas

Ok I know I'm posting this a few days after Christmas but hey, I was very busy that day (and subsequent days) and also if I don't do this now it will look dumb as it will appear on blogger dated as Jan 2008...

Christmas Day was very good. I have to say I haven't had as good a Christmas as this one in a very long time. It didn't start off that way though - don't get me wrong, it was lovely to open presents with Mum and Dad and have it be "just us" on Christmas morning, but when I got to the meeting, and we were only just on time, so I didn't see many of my friends before the service, and then got to the pew, and Marcella blanked me, and then squealed at me when I tried to say hello (all during the first song) - well that was somewhat depressing! Also, looking around the hall and seeing the new babies, and all the changes, well, that made me feel very old and also, if I be really honest, somewhat left out. I tried to focus on the positives, Nanny and Grandpa were there, Grandma and Grandpa too - and Beck and Dem, Mum and Dad - but still I couldn't shake my depressed mood.

So I tried to sing the first song, but hey, it wasn't even a carol, and I didn't really know it, and the music was really loud, and Marcella was bawling, and tears were welling up... but then, a miracle! Suddenly I heard (very loudly, I might add) a voice yelling "Auntie Kylie!", and I looked down the pew, and there was Harry, running towards me, arms outstretched! He enveloped me in one of his neck-crunching bear hugs (no mean feat for a 7 year old, I tell you), and instantly I felt so much better, felt loved, felt like I belonged again, felt like I WAS HOME. Mel and Kev had arrived with their clan - all a surprise, I didn't know they were coming to North Brisbane for the service! I was able then to get into the spirit of Christmas and I would have to say, that one moment set me up for the rest of the day.

Mum tried something a bit different this year, instead of the usual hot Christmas dinner, with turkey, chicken, ham, all the trimmings, plus Grandpa's mushy peas, this time we had a cold dinner. This consisted of still turkey, chicken and ham, but with avocado and something salad by Beck, Mel's fried rice and potato bake, pasta salad, potato salad, a couple of kilos of the juicest, plumpest, largest tiger prawns you could ever hope for, plus a swag of crabs (sandies and muddies) that Lach and Dad had caught over the previous week or two, kept alive in the live bait box - somewhat like the fatted calf - oh boy were they yum. With Mum's famous Christmas pudding for dessert - yum-o!

Then there were the presents - we took our time opening them, only one person at a time (took forever but at least you got to see what everyone got and see their reactions too - no pressure mind!) - Lach was being santa until he got a Ben 10 watch from me, then he kind of got distracted and forgot that he was supposed to hand out the presents! So I had to take over the honours...

The boys then spent the afternoon in between playing their playstation and swimming in the pool (despite it being a bit windy and unusually on the chilly side - there's a cyclone warning up north or something that's causing the big wind and cooler temperatures - its supposed to be 27 degrees but with the wind feels more like 21) and we sat around chatting for a bit before Beck, Dem and Marcella had to head off to Dem's fam's Christmas celebrations.

Grandma and Grandpa, and Uncle David, Aunty Christine and Simeon turned up for "Christmas 2" - the evening meal - which basically consisted of leftovers but this time with Tiramisu cheesecake and a Fruit cheesecake - oh boy, my hips didn't know what hit them! Going to seriously need to do some sort of exercise over the next few days (yeah, like that's going to happen with dodgy ribs!).

Anyway, what a truly lovely day. I hope you had just as good a Christmas too.
Merry Christmas! Roll on the New Year...

Mel, Bethany, Beck, Me after church

Good To Be Home

My sister Beck commented the other day that I hadn't updated my blog since something like 15th December. I guess because I am at home at the moment, and because its mostly Aussie family and friends who read my blog (if anyone actually reads it at all!) I kind of figured that they all know what I've been doing, as I've been with them - but on the off-chance any of my overseas friends are interested, here is a quick blog update...

Well Mal and I arrived safely back in the lovely Bris Vegas after our lengthy and fortunately relatively pain-free (well, except for my ribs, that is!) flight home. We'd overnighted in Singapore, which gave me a chance to meet up with Jun (fast becoming our annual tradition now) and also this time Wei Na, who I hadn't seen for some 3 or 4 years, which was lovely. We went out in a part of Singapore called Clarke Quay, where a new shopping complex opened up this year, and which also has become one of the most popular parts of the city for restaurants and night-life. It was really good to see them again and I had a great time catching up. Top stuff, eh Jun!

When we arrived in Brisbane it seemed like the whole of Australia (with a couple of Germans and Dutch chucked in) arrived too - Mal and my bags were one of the last to be let off the plane and then we had to join the horrendously long 'goods to declare' queue. I had brought some shortbread, chocolates, lollies, tea and stuff as gifts - plus my usual Wensleydale cheese for Mum - but this time the customs dudes have been taking lessons in how to be mini-Hitlers (probably from their Pommy counterparts) - and the blighter that I got confiscated my cheese. His argument was that there had been foot and mouth disease this year in the UK (like, when hasn't there been? - and also, this time it was in Surrey, so learn your geography dude, the Yorkshire Dales are in the North, and Surrey is in the South, near London). I hope he enjoyed my cheese for Christmas with a piece of fruit cake or something. The blighter!

The nephews and nieces were unfortunately absent from the welcoming party at the airport, which this time just consisted of Mum and Dad, but it was lovely to see them anyway and we then made our way back home via Nanny and Pop's, and Grandma and Grandpa's - so I didn't feel like I'd missed out too much. The reunion with the rest of the fam would take place the next day. Too tired now for anything, I crashed and went off to sleep. Not for long though, awake again at 4.30am, which is strange for me, as I don't normally suffer from jetlag when coming TO Australia, its usually only when I go back to England that I really suffer. So I lay there for ages and then finally got up around 5.30, made myself a cuppa and sat out on the back porch looking out over the canal, listening to the birds singing, enjoying the warm sun on my face... ah, this is the life!

Beck had arranged for everyone to come over for breakfast at Mum's (but Dad had forgotten he'd organised a dental appointment for me at the same time, which I subsequently missed and had to reschedule!). Demo cooked up some lovely French toast, bacon, eggs and so on, on Mum's bbq, and we had that out by the pool. I got the chance to meet my cute new niece Bethany, now just shy of 2 months old. Marcella, my other niece, is now a year old and boy is she a little honey! But she's very shy and basically took one look at me and bawled. Nice to know I have that effect on her. I can see there's a lot of work to be done before she'll be accepting of me.

Lachie and Harry though, well, they just bowled me over with hugs and kisses! And oh boy, have they grown a lot this year, they're real little boys now (well not so little I guess at 9 and 7) - Lach was down on the pontoon showing me how to check the crab pots (and he caught a couple too, a nice sandy and a good muddy which we later ate Christmas day). And they want to take me out in the dinghy to go to the shop for icecream... how cool is that?

Anyway, it was a lovely breakfast, good to see everyone again, and I can't wait to spend some quality time with all the fam over the next few weeks.... so good to be home...

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

These past few weeks have been some of the toughest I've ever been through in my life, I reckon. And the only way I've made it through to the other side has only been through the support of my friends and family. So it's highly appropriate I think that I give some big thank you's... To Erik: Thank you for everything you did to make sure that Bowles went smoothly. Thanks for all your support with the kids, your technical wizardry with the video / sound (especially the fancy concert intro with the Jenneh video - oh and thanks for making me look like an idiot with my 'Oscar-winning' (not!) dramatic acting performance to accompany it), thanks for setting cover for me at school, for making sure the music department didn't fall apart... Thanks pretty much for everything (especially for putting up with me being a bit of a git too... sorry about that...) To Mat: Thanks for making sure the Yr 10 Abolition of Slavery project was a success. Seriously, if it wasn't for your input, the thing probably would've been a fiasco. Thanks also for making sure Concert Band didn't fall apart, the camp was a success - thanks for your support and encouragement too. And for everything you do! To Agnieszka: Thanks for helping me to pack my boxes! Would've been in a big pickle otherwise... To Paul: Thanks for (to put an Americanism on it) 'stepping up' and teaching all my classes whilst I've been off - that's been a big deal for a student teacher - thanks for being a good mate - and thanks also for helping me move today! To Mal and Ken: Thanks so much for your help with the move today, seriously wouldn't have been able to do it without you (literally - Ken we really needed your muscle power! - and great Luton van driving skills...). Oh and thanks for being willing to let me stay with you this week when it looked like I needed it! To Jane: Thanks for helping with the move and also for your support. Oh and thanks for the Starbucks too! To Mrs Mingay: Thanks for helping me sort out somewhere to keep my stuff til I find somewhere to live, thanks for all your support and kind words... To Olive: Thanks for letting me keep my stuff in your garage! Hopefullly I got everyone in there, but if not, thanks anyway for all your help! The good news is that the people who are moving in here after us have decided to take my bed (seriously that thing was sooo heavy, I was absolutely dreading having to move it) - which means that we didn't need to move it today! Yay! And that now means that I can stay here for another week (now that I have something to sleep on) - so I haven't got to schlep to school from Chessington on some crusty, overcrowded British Rail train... (but thanks again Mal and Ken for the kind offer of a place to stay anyway)... Now if only this stupid, persistent cold would go.... and my ribs would heal....