Monday, 17 February 2014

Goodie bags and Garden Press

Last thursday I emerged from my winter hibernation long enough to visit the Garden Press Event at the Barbican.  It was as much to get out and see people and prove I was still alive after the winter gloom as anything else, although I have been a little jealous of those attending the event in the past when it was held at the RHS London Halls.  No such delightful venue this year - the Barbican has all the charm of a multi-storey car park

Despite the sterility of the venue those attending or displaying were full of good cheer and surrounded by the latest glossy products from the garden industry, it at last felt like the garden year was off to a start.

I wandered around with the Bedsock for a while before he scurried off to investigate the joys of the nearby Spitalfields area (or more accurately to treat himself to a nice lunch at a St. John's Bread and Wine Restaurant). Then I met Michelle (Veg-Plotting) for a chat and catch-up on gardening goings-on.  Lunch-wise the Bedsock got by far the better deal - although mine was free, it was a slightly weird chicken in cream sauce, reminiscent of what I would imagine school-dinners to have been had anyone ever forced me to eat one. Even more reminiscent of school was the very, very, slight tinge of Jeyes Cleaning fluid wafting in the air. Jeyes had kindly sponsored the event but perhaps their stand wasn't best placed right next to the eating area.  I didn't let this stop me accepting a freebie bottle of Jeyes to join the rest of the goodies in my stash bag though.

And this is where I come to the main point of the event - YOU GET GOODIES!! Yes, lots of freebies from all sorts of stands. Who knew? Everyone but me apparently!  The Bedsock and I had been slightly surprised and pleased when the Thomson and Morgan man had said "Help yourself to seed packets" - so surprised that we had failed to take full advantage and just picked out some radish seeds!  Over lunch my companions had explained the set-up to me, so I joined the grab-a-goody-gang with gusto!

Here is my haul!

The best of these are are the Backdoor Shoes at the front of the table.  I don't, in general, use my blog to promote stuff but I'm quite happy to write about these because they are FAB!  The Backdoor shoe people had sent attendees an email prior to the event publicising these shoes and when I showed the Bedsock he immediately said I MUST buy myself some as he was "fed up with you leaving those nasty old sandals by the back door and watching you tread the back of your shoes down when you've just slipped them on to chase the cats around.. blah..  blah...cont. p. 94". Whilst I tuned the Bedsock's telling off out, the idea of dedicated Backdoor shoes was actually very sensible and I resolved to look out for them. You can imagine how pleased I was when the nice lady gave me a free pair and I could chose my own pattern. I went for these with the vegetable design on them.

Spook and my Backdoor shoes

They are waterproof, washable and "made from rubber so they will not crack or perish." Not that I read the blurb - they looked useful and pretty and will stop me treading on slugs or cat vom in my bare feet when I need to quickly rush out and save some poor frog from my evil cat's paws! Now all I need is Frontdoor shoes for when I put the bin bags out.

Next on my list of goodies was a mini-hose reel from Hozelock.  I confess I had heard they were giving them away so hung around the stand looking needy and burbling on about wanting one to run from the waterbutt I plan for my greenhouse (what a shame Gabriel Ash isn't giving away their fabulous waterbutts to match my greenhouse!). Anyway I think this could well be very useful to me.

The nice man on the Bubba stand gave us some flashy insulated travel mugs from their range - the Bedsock uses these all the time to keep his coffee warm when driving on his long commute to work.

I couldn't resist the Big Cheese goody bag although we don't have rodents (yet) there were various moth repellent bits in it which will be useful. And what's not to want about a Big Cheese hat?

The jolly chatty man on the stand promoting the "Stratford upon-Avon Home and Garden Show 18th-20th July 2014" deserves a mention as he said they like bloggers! Also he said that this show was promoting quality and uniqueness amongst its exhibitors so you won't have to walk past miles of garden tat to find the nice things you want. It's at Alscot Park.

Suttons seeds have produced what they call a 'windowsill allotment' of different microgreens all packaged up ready to sow with trays and growing mats. Although not for the more serious veg grower, these were very attractively packaged and would make a great little kit for kids to start growing - or indeed anyone without a garden or short on space.  They had various packs, I chose Rainbow Bright and Twinkle Tendrils cos I liked the names.

I ended up with two bags of Gorrilla glue goodies as the Bedsock had been given one too.  I've already thought of a use for one of the glues to fix some wooden stops onto my knicker-drawer as I'm scared Hebe (cat) will pull the drawer right out on top of herself when she drags it open with her claws. (see vid  for demonstration of this trick).

I got various different slug and snail barriers to try. If any of them prove particularly effective I will let you all know.  I was pleased to see that they were mostly suitable for organic gardening and pet safe.  I was intrigued by the sales pitch from Grazers of 'Have you seen a Spanish slug?'.  They had a container with three slugs and two plants in it - one of which had been sprayed with Grazers G2 Formula and was uneaten,  and one without which had been grazed by the evil Spanish slugs. "The smell of this puts the slugs off" said the salesman proudly. "WHAT!!! you mean it doesn't KILL them?!" Shrieked the outraged Bedsock from behind me before I quickly grabbed a sample and ushered him away.

There was stuff they didn't give away though.  I did suggest to Whichford pots that they give me the beautiful, expensive new pot from their range but they weren't going for it.  But they did give me a sweet little mini-pot with a chocolate in it - and that was nearly as good! I didn't manage to secure a pair of some of the fab wellingtons on display around the show or the elegant gauntlet gardening gloves.

I was well pleased with all the bits and pieces I had and even more pleased when the Bedsock collected me and my goodies and took me for an extremely enjoyable meal at our favourite restaurant Bocca di Lupo.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Behind the Scenes at the Library.. A lifetime of good reading


Lewis Carroll's Poems in the Children's Treasury

It was National Library Day on 8th of February and in honour of that a few of us* decided to blog our top 20 books. You are more than welcome to join in the fun.

An impossible job to select just twenty books out of over a half century's reading - so I have picked the ones that first came to mind that mark different periods of my life.  They are not the 'best' books and whilst I might not always remember their storyline - they bring back vivid memories of my own!
I realised that I was waffling on so long about each book that I've decided to split the twenty into two different blogs, so here are my first ten!

As Julie Andrew's  suggested Let's start at the very beginning - a very good place to start

1. The Illustrated Treasury of Children's Literature

I wanted a book to reflect the joy and diversity of reading I experienced as a child. Visits to our local library were a fortnightly family affair, choosing two or three books to tide us over 'til the next visit. I loved the slightly musty, woody smell of the small library and the excitement of finding a book with the promise of a new world to immerse myself in. One of my particular pleasures was to read whilst eating which OldMaSock could hardly object to as PaSock was doing the same.

My favourite book was a Christmas present called 'Once Long Ago' a beautifully illustrated book comprising of fairy tales, myths and legends from around the world. I still have it - a little battered as it is now over fifty years old and has done a circuit of my nieces before returning to my shelves.

Beautiful though 'Once Long Ago' is, my personal vote from this era goes to the fabulous Children's Treasury - a bit of a cheat as it is a book crammed full of poems and pieces from other works and includes stories from Aesops Fables, Alice in Wonderland (with illustrations by Sir John Tenniel leaving me with a proper picture of Alice)  and a myriad poems that I learnt by heart for the pleasure of it and still remember. Alongside Wordsworth's 'Daffodils',  'The Fairies' by William Allingham,  various pieces by Robert Louis Stevenson... was 'The Goops' by Gelett Burgess, a family favourite description of the children, a poem close to my heart which I passed on to my nieces.

2. The Odyssey

I've included Homer's sequel to the Iliad (which I also read in translation) - a cracking good adventure story and the only reason I continued with taking Latin up to 'O' level (which in the event, I failed miserably).  It also represents my love of Greek and Roman legends which I read avidly and, over the years,  has provided the answer to many a pub quiz question.

3.  Charles and Mary Lamb's Tales of Shakespeare

I had to have some Shakespeare in my list and pay tribute to an author who has enriched our language in so many ways - not to mention lent his words to a thousand book titles.  We did 'Midsummer Night's Dream', 'As you Like it', 'The Tempest' and 'Anthony and Cleopatra' in detail at school - the latter containing one of my favourite quotes "My salad days when I was green in judgement".  Rather than single out a particular play I'm going for 'Shakespeare Lite' - the Lamb's Tales of Shakespeare turn some overlong plays into short stories.  Whilst the writing may not be glorious they do give you the gist of many of Shakespeare's plays and familiarise you with the characters. If you throw in a few quotes from the genuine product along the way, knowing these will allow you to fool people that you have read all the originals.

4. Lord of the Rings (early 70s)

This, as we all know, is a much better film than book. However, turgid though J.R.R. Tolkien's writing is, with its long and tedious meaderings, I have read it twice.  The first when supposedly swatting for my 'A' levels I swapped that tedium to escape into the world of wizards, elves and hobbits. LOR was popular with the young hippy 'loons and afghan coat wearing' generation who at that time were my companions of choice.  A poster of Gandalf's horse 'ShadowFax' adorned my bedroom wall replacing that of Leonard Whiting as the heartbreakingly beautiful and tragic Romeo from Zefferelli's film. Even then I only got as far as the fight with Shelob before the books got too battle driven for my tastes.  Many years later, when I was first struck down with ME and stuck to the sofa for a few years, I re-read it.  The writing hadn't improved but my patience with it had and I finally made it through to the end.The Hobbit was always the better book.

5.  Prince in the Scarlet Robe (early 70s)

From LOR I moved onto Science Fantasy and read pretty much everything Michael Moorcock wrote. He created more new worlds in my head, surreal obsidian landscapes, tragic heroes and heroines who pretty much all died nasty and lingering soul-destroying deaths, all fitting depressingly well into my overwhelming teenage angst.

6. In Watermelon Sugar (mid 70s)

After fleeing Wales and a reading diet that had for years been an indigestible mix of Wilbur Smith adventure novels, Jean Plaidy historical romances, and some extremely questionable (but popular at the time) novels like 'Mandingo' by Kyle Onstott , I landed in Brighton. A new start, a new me and a whole host of new ideas thrown at me every day by virtue of working with clever, articulate people at the University.  My 'Daily Mail' indoctrination (caused by reading my parents daily copy of the insidious paper) quickly thrown out the window to be replaced by my own thoughts, formed with the help of kind, intelligent, people, who patiently and gently introduced me to a different way of thinking both personal and political. And new books too - I was lent 'In Watermelon Sugar' by a colleague and I remember the strange and beautiful writing which led me to read more of Richard Brautigan's books. I re-read 'The Hawkline Monster' recently and it was still as gently, mesmerizingly, weird and wonderful.

7. Fear of Flying (late 70s early 80s)

A difficult choice between Erica Jong's 'zipless fuck' book and Marilyn French's 'The Women's Room'. Whilst I hadn't considered myself a feminist I certainly wasn't conforming to the 'set' female norms of
get a man, get married, have kids and be a good little housewife that so many other girls of my generation had fallen into - but equally I hadn't discovered what exactly my identity as a woman was.
I remember reading Marilyn French's book whilst lying on a beach on the Costa Brava and feeling a new and unleashed rage against the unjust treatment of women by men.  This was somewhat ironic as my long term boyfriend, who was holidaying with me, took the brunt of my anger. (He was a gentle guy who I bossed around mercilessly and finally dumped because his idea of an easy life was to continually 'sit on the fence'.) 'The Women's Room' was another slightly turgid book which nevertheless made an impression - but Fear of Flying was amusing, ridiculous and feisty and gave me a whole new outlook on taking control of my sexuality and the vagaries of German toilets (although it should be noted that until now those were never linked together!).

8. Frenchman's Creek

To balance the growing feminist in me I was also an incurable romantic.  I read countless novels of the 'one-up from the bodice-ripping Mills and Boon' kind but not quite so well written as Jane Eyre. They would invariably based in some gothic, Cornish castle with a mad woman locked in the attic who would hamper the course of true love between the new, innocent, governness and the dark, brooding Lord of the Manor.  I enjoyed all of  Du Maurier's books and whilst the obvious choice to illustrate this might be Rebecca I always found her a bit of a wet lettuce. The heroine of Frenchman's Creek was more to my taste. 

9. Pride and Prejudice (mid 80s)

It was about this time that I revisited Jane Austen who I had given up on after the Dementors, that served as teachers at my Grammar school, sucked the life and soul out of her books and indeed any other form of learning.  It was years before I returned to reading 'good' literature but when I realised how amusing, slyly witty and fun Austen was I devoured every one of her books in short succession and was left wanting more.

10. Hons and Rebels (early 90s)

A real life eccentric family, the Mitford girls wrote with such charm and honesty they overrode any class barriers.  I would defy anyone not to become totally immersed in Jessica Mitford's account of her childhood warring with her 'fascist' sisters and her own journey towards renouncing her privileged background, becoming a communist and running off to fight in the Spanish Civil War. Whilst Jessica was my favourite the other Mitford girls provided a range of reading that engaged my imagination over the years.

So that's the end of my first ten books and I have waffled on enough for now.. a short break until I publish my last ten.


*If you are interested in others book choices then visit the following blogs.. you may just get some new reading inspiration.

Vegplotting for some background on this theme