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Friday 28 March 2014

Fashion on Friday: Coated in Spring


So spring is here and spring means sun shining and the light is brighter but there's still a chill in the air. So a girl needs a good spring coat...

Here are my coatspirations this season..


And here are a few I've got my eye on with price and links to shop online:

Jacquard Coat with Pockets, ZARA, £89.99

Yummy, yummy jacquard

Mac in Oversize Drape, ASOS, £75.00

Little White Lies Daisy Lace Hooded Kimono Jacket,  Urban Outfitters, £75.00

So technically that little lacy slip of a number isn't what you'd call a coat.

Fabric Coat with Zip, ZARA, £99.99

You've got to have a white one...

Skater Mac, ASOS, £60.00

This red wine number is my favourite of all

Denim Stripe Mac, ASOS, £55.00

Stripes and Denim. Please.

Beige Jacquard Coat, Hoss Intropia, £289.00 £144.00

Bargain...

Wool Coat, ZARA, £69.99

Tango me nowwwwwwww

Bleach Borg Western Jacket, Topshop, £58.00
Indigo Borg Lined Jacket, Topshop, £58.00

Double Denim...

Cotton Blend Coat, Red Valentino, £640.00

Check out that flick

Britta Leopard-Jacquard Coat, DVF, £710.00

Gotta have me some leopard...

Pique Coat, ZARA, £79.99

Lastly, bring me some sunshine...

So coat yourself and enjoy spring...

Wednesday 26 March 2014

Can we Contract our Sex Lives: Dicks and Love in The Mistress Contract


First, I would like to say that I am a total fangirl for Abi Morgan, she is basically who I would like to be. Secondly, I am a feminist of the "everyone should do the fuck they want and not judge each other sort". Yet thirdly, I still find myself rather awkward in the whole discussing sex as a commodity and a currency sort of thing. When I heard about this play I was dying to see it, but I didn't comprehend the idea of a woman contracting her sexual favours to be more in control of her life.

The play is based on a book by a real life man and mistress couple, He and She who made said contract back in the 80s and then taped many of their conversations together over the years. They are still together and are now in their 80s and 90s.

The contract outlines that the man must give the woman an income and a place to live in exchange for company when he wishes and
All sexual acts as requested, with suspension of historical, emotional, psychological disclaimers.
She claims to make the contract to protect herself so that she feels in a stronger and safer position. She is a feminist and makes this clear when she draws up the contract, but her feminist group buddies would not approve.

The thing is that this play promises to be rampant, the word mistress and contract and sex, I was at least expecting some investigation of how it feels to "suspend" that emotion. Or some chats about the sex. Yet, the sexiest moment is the discussion of giving head in the car in the first five minutes. She resents it apparently, she doesn't always want to put his dick in her mouth.. Hence the contract After that there's rarely any dirty chat.

This play is a love story plain and simple, reflecting the real love story that exist between the real life couple. This contract seems no different to a marriage contract for some. Calling it "mistress" does not make it feminist. They are just in love. 


Throughout the play, the couple bicker and relate to each other like a married couple and the only hint of feminism is when She berates He for getting sprinklers fitted in her garden without asking her. The story may begin with a contract, but essentially it is an analysis of a relationship that doesn't fall under the "normal" label. There's much discussion of the couples children, the woman's daughter in particular, what she hoped for her, what she isn't doing and how her choices are so different. Again, like any normal set of parents. 

I haven't read the book, so perhaps the narrative in prose piques different thoughts.


As usual, Abi Morgan writes raw and Danny Webb and Saskia Reeves are all realism and considered acting. Yet you just can't help but wish they'd say more. But maybe there isn't more to say, maybe they are just happy in their situation. Perhaps we just consider that they should say more and feel more because they are not in a conventional pairing. Surely She should want more.. Surely there is some climax that they should reach because She can't handle the terms of the contract anymore? In fact it is only He who seems to display a little discomfort toward the latter half of the play, She seems fine - thank-you very much - with what she has.



Far more questioning about what or what was not appropriate/feminist/legal, was the talk I attended a week after I saw the play. In homage to the Mistress Contract, the Royal Court hosted a fine crew of feminists, academics and opinion leaders in "Should we Contract our Sex Lives". 

The panel was chaired by the fabulous Times columnist and radio presenter, Libby Purves. The other panelists were playwright, Alecky Blythe (dying to see her work now) who pens verbatim dramas about prostitutes and such; Anthropologist, Professor Sophie Day who wrote an acclaimed monograph 'On the Game: Women and Sex Work’; feminist theorist Lynn Segal who has written much on the shifting understandings of feminist, masculinity and sexuality (and who is fucking awesome); and prominent LGBT campaigner and human rights activist, Peter Tatchell.

The talk, though pulling out of points just as they became interesting, (the timing as always) was much more fiery. Much dirtier and darker, it  covered everything from forty-year-old prostitutes to emotional distance and what kids should learn about prostitutes and prostitution at school. 

Sophie Day outlined at the beginning that our sex lives are already contracted in marriage. Then we moved on to prostitution and whether the law should change to protect women better. Can prostitution ever be liberating? Lynn Segal argued that the current acceptance that "everything (including sex) is modifiable and commercially viable" is dangerous.

Peter Tatchell maintained that male prostitutes, on the whole, are less victimised. In gay porn according to him, the men seem to enjoy it. We stopped just short of discussing biology in relation to porn and prostitution, but the sentiment was there. Dick chat was there. I was prude and uncomfortable in my seat at this point, twisting and hoping for the subject to change, wanting to scream.. what you meant is he's got a fucking hard on. Cheers for that.


I still love Abi Morgan and I enjoyed the observation of the conventional relationship in the Mistress Contract, but it wasn't feminist. I don't think She wanted a conventional marriage, she liked the boundaries of the contract, but not for feminist reasons. 

Money for sex is never going to be feminist, either what way. It puts one person in a position of power and renders one as a tool for pleasure..what does that say?


Next time, I'd like more of the reality of contracted fucking and less discussion of  the day-to-day frivolities please. But perhaps then, it is true, life is the little moments.

The Mistress Contract by Abi Morgan
was at
The Royal Court, Sloane Square, London SW1W 8AS 
www.royalcourttheatre.com

The Mistress Contract by She and He is available on AmazonCE: 020 7565 5000

Monday 24 March 2014

Things My Father Has Taught Me (So Far)

 

Today is my father's birthday and it is one year before the big 6-0. I can't really believe it as he looks about ten years younger, but he is 59 and 31 years older than me. He told me he wasn't really interested in his birthday this year. I told him I generally hated my birthday too and that I have learnt to use them not as a time to self-analyse, but to count your blessings. 

But on his birthday, I also thought I'd count a few of mine.. 

Of course, there are countless things I could say, many things little and others less so. I could write about learning to ride a bike in the street outside the back of our house and screaming that he lied to me and begging for the stabilisers to be put back on. I could write about him earnestly explaining to me how to change a plug, showing where the wires all joined up (still can't do this without You Tube), but he tried. Swimming, skiing, fishing, climbing trees, a little economics, modesty, ambition, competition and stocking a good bar. However the seven things below are the things that stand out and matter to me now and these are the things I still learn from every day.

1) Work Hard


I've never know someone who works harder than my Father, except maybe my little sister. He puts his all into everything he works on... cares about it all, sometimes to the detriment of himself. From childhood I remember watching the hours he put in and admiring it. Sometimes I did not get to see him a lot, sometimes he would be on his phone a lot when we were on holiday. But I rarely resented it, except for an occasional short tantrum which soon passed.

Indeed it is his work ethic and the voice of it that has always given me the ambition and drive to want more and to understand that being successful doesn't grow on trees. 

2) Give a Shit About the World


Even now I am twenty-eight and my peers are starting to become more interested in things that are greater than themselves and their circle, I still feel amongst them there is a certain sense of disengagement in politics and world issues unless it is a sensationalised national talking point. 

I have voted ever since I've been able. I've argued vehemently with adults five times my age from around age 13 about politics, youth issues, international problems and the media. I was one of the geeks who ran in the school elections.

My father has encouraged me both in my natural curiosity and passionate standpoints since I was young. We certainly don't always agree, don't get us started on some modern art or the role of the free press. But he helped shape my ability to argue, investigate and actual care about something other than my own little world. 

3) Family is Important


I thought being brought up as one of four was tough in terms of attention, but try both your parents having four older siblings  each and try and keep up. Thing is, often, I did not want to. 

"Family is important", my father would always say as we were dutifully trounced up and carted round to another auntie's for another party or family gathering. I remember getting dreadfully bored at times and was often told off. Pulling spaniels tails or trying to fish the Koi carp out of the pond was not much admired. However, eventually I came to realise what he meant, for it is not really just about being related, it is the mutual shared experiences, the understanding, the years of going though similar trials and conversations.

These days I love my siblings and like quite a lot of my extended family. I even spend time with them out of choice these days. Who'd have known.

Yes, family is important.

4) Be Honest and Trust People


Basically my father has kicked arse in his business and working life. Much of that is due to how hard he works, but it is also due to the way he does business. He is honest with his clients, colleagues and work acquaintances, he doesn't bullshit. Tell people the truth, whether is is complimentary and advantageous or difficult and troubling for you or for them. Once they know this of you, they will trust you and are generally loyal.     

Trust other people also, most people will react well to trust being placed in them and the ones that don't will show their true colours quickly. I have taken this advice too and generally, people flourish when they are trusted and given opportunities. The odd times that your trust may be betrayed or misplaced, it is usually a lesson they need to learn.. not you. Never close that trust line and that desire to see the good in people.

My father taught me about honesty and trust mostly through stories about his business. However, I see in the way he conducts himself in life too, because he still sees the great in new people he meets and that is something one should never lose.

5) All Men are Not Arseholes

Here's how this went. I went on my gap-year aged 18 and reasonably naive and went to work out in Hong Kong where I was born, where I'd left when I was three and where there is a somewhat of an ex-pat scene and somewhat of a men on business trips scene if you catch my drift. Working in PR, I attended a lot of events with a lot of men, most of whom were a lot older than me and away from home. I went from naive to cynical in three short months. 

After I got home, I sort of mentioned it vaguely to my father about these kind of men I'd witnessed, yes he said to me, but not all men are like that, most aren't. So I trusted that.

6) People are People.. Travel


See my father didn't travel as a kid, he wasn't privileged like that, he spent holidays on the South-Coast if he was lucky. Now he travels the world North, South, East (a lot East) and West. For business, hobbies and pleasure, he travels the world  meeting people from all walks of life. He treats them all the same and people are all the same. Wherever they are brought up, however much money they have or don't have, whatever they eat, drink, watch, wear, do. Whatever their hobbies or customs are, whatever their language is. Travel teaches you that and people you meet when you travel teach you more and the more you travel and meet people, the wider your mind becomes and the more powerful you can be in your strength and convictions. This is one of the things that I am most grateful for learning.

7) You Can Do Whatever You Want (Even Though You are a Girl/Even Though That's Unlikely to Happen)


Since I was a small child, my father has made me believe I could take over the world if I wanted to. Both my parents have instilled in me a powerful belief in myself and my own abilities if I want something and work hard for it. That (Even Though You are a Girl) bracket in the title was not from my father, that was from other peoples' fathers, other men that I saw as a child, that I still see now that clearly had a very definite opinion of women and daughters. Oh yes darling, go and get that little job for a while, but really your main job will be marriage and kids. Or.. that's not really a girls job.. oh darling are they working you too hard. I never felt that at all from my father, I never felt there were any restrictions of what I could say I wanted to do or achieve. This may seem like something which should be the norm, but it unfortunately isn't.

(That's Unlikely to Happen) Another bracket I never felt, but a lot of people did. In my life I have wanted to be: a famous actress that wins Oscars; a killer barrister and then a judge; writer (still trying with this one). Again, I never felt restricted or that something was unrealistic. I always felt fully supported and that if I put my mind to something, I could achieve it. My father taught me to believe that I could do the big things; ever so grateful for that.


So those were the seven top things.. Thanks Daddy, Love You, Happy Birthday. :)

PS readers... this may become a series as it's Mother's Day on Sunday. 


None of the photos are (c) mine..

Thursday 13 March 2014

Slice of Jamaica on Portobello Road: Boom Burger



So as an exuberant Londoner, devoted 80% of the time to our higgledy-piggledy junk shop of a city with her treasure troves, convenience items and mistakes stuffed side-by-side around the moody blood-line of the Thames, I make it my business to try new establishments as often as I can. This is obviously not as often as I would like as time and an unbottomless wallet put some somewhat sad restraints on my quest to tell the city's never-ending story... However one cold Friday in February, I found myself heading west to the over-filmed yet still fabulous Portobello Road to experience a taste of Jamaica in the expensive reality of Notting Hill.

To be honest, it was a work night out, a birthday celebration and we wanted a fun  atmosphere and not too much cash being spent. I'd seen that Boom Burger had softly opened and so we headed there with promises of Jerk burgers and heady, rum cocktails happily in our heads after a busy week. 


I didn't realise it's exact location until I arrived and was transported right back to my teenage years of Saturdays at Portobello market, breathing in the leather jackets as we reached the end of the row of stalls and paused under the bridge for an illicit cigarette, having spent an entire day debating whether we really should buy a certain cheap trinket. 

It used to be a cafe, I think where Boom Burger is now, in it's current outfit, it's all black and tinted with the familiar colours of  the Jamaica flag, green, yellow and black on its logo. The night we went a DJ spun some reggae outside on a table filled with discs to buy. I have no idea if he's there all the time..


Inside, it's small not too small but just right with Jamaican accessories and artwork adorning the services and a sleek black bar serving rum or beer only on the far wall. There's only four tables and the decor is the right sort of scruffy to be cool. When we were there there was plenty of young London hipsters eating, drinking and soaking in their own hipsterishness. Trainers and snap backs or blazers and bow ties, anything goes in hipstaland.


The kitchen is open and the pretty boy chefs make your burgers and wings and fries right in front of you in a matter of minutes.. calling out your order when it's ready. 


We sat and drank endless rum cocktails and enjoyed the delicious goodies served up in plastic baskets. 


Rum and ginger beer is my new favourite drink.


I had the Jerk Boom, Jerk chicken, with fried plantain, rocket, mango and pawpaw sauce with fries.. it was very good all most chickeny jerky goodness. See:


Very good


My colleague had the Jerk Wings.. also very tasty and not too greasy and a plain salad.


Apparently the Boom Burger is also delish...

After all the jerk goodness we felt the need to continue the theme and walked around the corner to the always fabulous Rum Kitchen, where we drank and danced till well past midnight (rebels I know ;)).

I would certainly return to Boom Burger and I can't wait to go in daytime in the summer and sit on the dappled street side of Portobello Road watching the marketers and shoppers do their dance.

Boom Burger:
272 Portobello Road
Notting Hill, W10 5TY
boomburger.co.uk

Rum Kitchen:
6-8 All Saints Rd, London W11 1HH
020 7920 6479
therumkitchen.com