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A short story by Lydia Kwa
This is the story of a man who married a woman twenty years older than him. They had met while she was head librarian at Koerner Library and he, a graduate student in Ethnomusicology at UBC. She was still vivacious at fifty, while he was a serious and thoughtful man at thirty. When she first stumbled across him, he had positioned himself at a small desk in the narrow space between Russian novels and Greek tragedies.
She was struck by his intense focus. She followed his gaze and saw that A House in Bali by Colin McPhee rested in his lap. Made her think of her peranakan grandmother. Her nenek had left her beloved Sumatra against her wishes, and arrived in Singapore as a young girl to be betrothed to a businessman's son.
The librarian smiled to recall her nenek who had loved gamelan music. Sundays at her grandparents' house in Siglap, the bright clanging sounds of Balinese gamelan would blare from the gramophone, causing tears to stream down her grandmother's face. Nenek used to regale her with tales of the magical forests on certain islands in the Indonesian archipelago.
The librarian crept to the shelves behind the young man and spied on him a little longer by peeking through the gaps. What was he doing with McPhee's autobiography? Was he drawn to strange and exotic locales? His sombre appearance led her to recall how different she had been at that age. She was definitely wilder, thought to resemble her nenek. Which had worried her parents.
With that recollection, the librarian scratched her neck as if a mosquito had just bitten her there. She walked away, back to her office at the other end.
At first, they hardly spoke. She passed him in the stacks, when she was on a mission—in search of a special book or a particular volume of an academic journal. More often than not, the serious student was plugged into his Sony Walkman and humming softly. She would glance discreetly at the current book he was reading. His tastes ranged widely. Not only music or ethnomusicology. Chekhov one day, then he'd keep company with Margaret Laurence another time, then switch to Kazuo Ishiguro. He had that hungry air of devouring books the way other students might decimate a bag of chips.
She liked how his shirt collars were always softly rumpled. She felt the urge to sniff the back of his neck. His red curly beard sometimes retained a caramel trace of Maple iced Tim Horton's doughnut. This always made her slightly famished. But she craved meat, not some sugary piece of pastry.
Months went by. She was ready for it when it happened. He looked up from his reading, bleary eyed. She smiled, and he smiled back. The sunlight streaming in through the window caused the shadows of leaves to dance whimsically across his flushed cheeks. For a moment, she imagined that the forest owned him.
Silence was no longer a barrier. He began to chat with her as if he'd known her for a long time. He liked the way her eyes seemed to be seeing deeply into him. It made him shudder with a slightly uncomfortable pleasure. Every time she looked into his eyes, he was utterly captivated, a victim of her spell.
He was also a gifted musician, she discovered, when she went to his feverish performances, playing drums in two different bands. Her hands would tingle and a film of sweat form just above her lip, as she watched him lose himself in the music, as if possessed. She recognized that kind of energy, the side of him that kept close company with her cherished secret. She mused—so that what was lurking beneath the serious exterior.
The romance progressed as if they kept meeting in a dream, as if no longer separated by age or physicality.
He went on to finish his graduate studies and became a teacher at a private college in Richmond. They married and moved into a cottage near the dykes. So much they could talk about—books, films, politics. On weekends, they took long drives, to Lynn Valley, Squamish, Deer Lake. Anywhere where there were woods and fallen logs, the soft feel of moss. They had sex behind bushes, excited by the prospect of detection.
This could not go on forever. When she retired at sixty-five and he turned forty-five, he still thought like the thirty-year-old young man he'd been when they first met. For years, she had cheerfully made him coffee and toast in the morning before she left for work; even had the dinner prepped, all ready for the oven when she returned home from the library. Now, such routines of married life became like bars of a cage.
She missed her fulfilling job. Perilously bored, she wished she could prowl around the cottage and claw the sunny wallpaper to shreds.
There was only one other person in her world, and he never tired of yammering away. The soft rumple in his collars now annoyed her. She lost interest in gracing him with her mysterious gaze. She started to mumble to herself, sotto voce complaints about the pointlessness of looking for a soul that didn't look for its mate any longer. Her mind drifted back to her former life. Those invigorating affairs before being ensnared in marriage. Seemed like she had been far more capable of adventure then. Humans are so problematic, she mused to herself.
She stopped cleaning and cooking, while he, used to being mothered, did not take up the slack. Their once-idyllic cottage now stunk of sweat and food scraps. She spent days looking out the window and sighing. She watched the shadows move across their kitchen. Some nights, she searched for the moon outside.
By this time, he had gained recognition as a music critic who not only wrote for the local papers, but also for some well-known music magazines in the US, Europe and Australia. He had his share of assignments, was sometimes flown off to one big city then another, to attend concerts and performances. He managed to juggle this life as music critic with his day job as a teacher at the private college. The more he ventured out, the more his wife seemed to disappear into the shadowy corner of their cottage. Their sexual adventures in nature were a thing of the past.
2003. One unseasonably warm April evening, in Vancouver, he was at a performance of the opera Salomé. He spied a young woman with an intense pair of dark eyes, three seats to his left. She looked foreign, he thought, and a memory of his wife when he first encountered her in the library flashed through his mind. The young woman looked like a mixed race person, he thought further as he studied her features. What is she?
She was transfixed by the opera. He was transfixed by her, feeling the allure of the bridgeable space between them.
During the intermission, he noticed her studying the program notes. He leaned toward her and, in a calm whisper, began to share his knowledge of the opera. She seemed easily impressed and giggled. He bought her a drink at the bar in the lobby. Studied her breasts intently before looking away.
Of course he couldn't resist asking her, Where are you from?
She giggled some more. From here, of course. Why would you think otherwise?
Turned out she was a film student at Vancouver Film School. Single. It wasn't too difficult to convince her. He took her to Patricia Hotel on East Hastings after the opera. But not before he procured some great quality weed down at Cordova. They smoked some. Got quite high. He said he liked Tarkovsky, and she in return, said she admired Oshima's In the Realm of the Senses.
He switched on the clock radio on the bedside table while she was in the washroom. Found Co-op Radio, and was pleased to recognize a song from Broken Social Scene's album just released the previous Fall. He liked how the song started quietly, with the strings, then the piano coming in. When she emerged naked from the washroom, he was humming the lines from "Lover's Spit", and smiled with pleasure at the coincidence. All these people drinking lover's spit/They sit around and clean their face with it.
He appreciated the waif's sexual energy. Made him nostalgic. As a young man, he'd seldom met women who had such ability to excite him and to be so unflagging in their stamina. His wife had been like that. Scenes of their early lovemaking days stole into his consciousness.
He fell asleep after he came. When he awoke, the cheap LED clock alarm warned him it was ten minutes past two AM. She was gone, but left him a sweet note on the side table, that she would like to visit him at the cottage, lots of x's and o's and her phone number.
His skin burned, as if he was running a fever. He scrambled out of the hotel and raced back to Richmond. When he reached the cottage, his wife was fast asleep.
He locked himself up in the bathroom and jerked off, thinking of his new friend. He was soaked in sweat. His legs trembled. His tongue was red, his throat parched. No matter how many glasses of water he drank, he still felt thirsty.
He looked for You Forget it in People in his CD collection, and played it continuously on his Discman on the way to the college. He felt a pang of nostalgia for his musician self. It'd been a while since he hung out with his buddies and played. His eyes narrowed. Could have become a great musician, could have put out a CD with his friends. Maybe even have outstripped Broken Social Scene.
He had to see his new friend again soon. Maybe next weekend, she could come to the cottage. It wouldn't be too difficult. The old lady was depressed. She wouldn't even notice. To all intents and purposes, his wife was lost to him.
He invited her to the cottage. Told his wife it was a work acquaintance and they would be watching lots of movies and staying up late to talk shop about film scores. She said nothing, simply nodded. He felt a moment of pain grip his heart. Why didn't she care? He was truly lonely, craved a companion.
He spent the next week fantasizing. Could barely hold in his excitement by the time it was Saturday evening.
The wife had gone to bed long before his new friend arrived. He was surprised how she was dressed. Bundled up in Polartec fleece. No sign of the sexy vixen whom he had met the weekend before. But she seemed happy to visit, completely unperturbed by the disarray and the stench in the cottage.
He dimmed the lights and started the DVD player, mentioning that his wife was an incredibly sound sleeper, so they could turn the volume up. He had brought out Shohei Imamura's The Eel, followed by the infamous Oshima movie.
The blanket that covered their laps became a subterfuge for arousing each other. The neighbour's cat somehow managed to find its way into their cottage. Boris jumped up on the couch between them and walked on top of the blanket, its claws digging into his balls. He yelped in pain. Put the movie on pause. She laughed and lifted the cat off his lap. Cuddled with Boris for a bit, before taking it out the back door. He was mildly jealous—she took a long time talking to the cat. He tried to make out what she was saying, but all he could hear was her sing-song tone. Curious melodic tone, somewhat familiar yet he couldn't quite place it.
She finally returned to the couch. Her eyes, for a moment, reflected the light from the moon outside. He held his breath, startled and looked away. They resumed watching the movie. Swept up by the obsessive trajectory of the plot.
She began to visit him every other weekend.
The wife felt restless just before each visit. She made excuses about meeting his guest—not that he ever insisted–and said that she wanted to spend more time with the neighbour, a woman in her nineties who sometimes needed help with household chores. He smiled at his wife and patted her hand. Of course you should go, dearest, she needs you. The wife left him alone in the cottage on those visits, so he was free to entertain his visitor. Maybe she suspects something, but he really didn't want to think too much about that.
Truth was, he couldn't believe his good luck.
Throughout summer and into that autumn, he and his lover visited the same spots he and his wife had liked. He had bemoaned that lost thrill in his marriage, and she responded by suggesting that they go.
He liked the thrill of feeling himself inside his lithe friend while she was pushed against a tree or lying on the mossy ground. The risk of being spotted added to his excitement. He began to feel that massive confusion between anxiety and arousal, between guilt and pleasure, so much so that his orgasms became rather exquisite yet painful. It took him quite a while after they were finished, to be able to look into her eyes.
Between visits, it was hard to concentrate. Smoked more weed. Sipped more Jamieson. Jerked off several times a day. Detached from his students, delivering his lectures with far less vigour than usual.
He began to wonder if it was time for him to put his wife into a seniors' home. After all, she was approaching seventy in a couple of years. He convinced her that it was best, since he couldn't take care of her. Sooner than later would be better, he said, so that she could have the best care she deserved. She said nothing but angled her head slightly away from him. Looking out the kitchen window, she saw Boris cross over into their backyard, its white paws so lovely a contrast to the rest of its black body. He followed her glance, and seeing the intruder, felt irritated that a mere cat would cause her to smile.
The day he moved her into the care facility, he tried to be tender toward her, showing her how much he cared still. He even left her the original Walkman he had twenty years ago, when they first met in the library. He placed the earphones on her and pressed the PLAY button. It was a recording of Colin McPhee's music. He studied her face. But he couldn't decipher what that look on her face meant. Should he ask? Better not, he decided. He nodded, as if he understood that she must have liked it. He touched her shoulder lightly and promised her he would visit her at least twice a week, whenever he wasn't travelling for work.
He walked out the door and into the parking lot. She stared at his rumpled shirt collar and sneered, her eyes suddenly inflamed with ferocious feeling. She lifted her arm to her mouth, sniffed at it as if she didn't quite know what to make of it. Then she bit into her arm, and sobbed. How she missed Boris, the only one who had recognized her true self.
Days after he left her at the facility, he went into Vancouver to review another musical concert. He was going to stay overnight, enjoy his newfound freedom. What was work without some pleasure? This time it wasn't the opera, but a new indie rock band performing at the Railway Club. The young woman met him there. She was wearing a flimsy top, no bra, and purple tights. That pleased him. He took her to The Sylvia. A decent room although small, facing Stanley Park.
He had brought his boombox. Had a surprise up his sleeve. He put on You Forget It In People and poured them shots of whiskey as the music came on. She beamed at him. There was a wild look in her eyes that reminded him of their lovemaking episodes in the forest. She insisted that they switched all the lights off. He thought it was a strange request but agreed.
She soon climbed on top, taking him into her with an urgent forcefulness. He felt himself pulled into the song's hypnotic textures. Wasn't that what we all need—he thought to himself—to be soothed? The music crested up through his body, claiming him.
You know it's time
That we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way
As the song wound down, the tinkling of the piano in the background gradually assuming more prominence, he imagined himself lying next to his wife, at one of their old haunts in Lynn Valley. He pouted. What a strange thought, so out of place.
Are you so sure that it's out of place?
The voice was in his head. Followed by sounds of percussion. Gamelan music? He laughed quietly. That shit we smoked must be really good.
He felt her fingers dig a little into his shoulders. She bent close to whisper into his ear, look into my eyes, won't you? I miss you.
He knitted his brows together, puzzled. But he kept his eyes closed, didn't want to look at her face. Not yet. A soft, nervous laugh came out of him, what do you mean, you miss me?
I said, look into my eyes.
Her voice was firm, commanding. He reluctantly opened his eyes. She fixed her gaze on him. The eyes. He felt as if they could whisk him to some unfamiliar place, a place that he would not know how to return from.
The gamelan music played on.
You don't like this? This is the original music, created thousands of years ago, long before humans borrowed from it.
What do you mean? He stammered.
Long ago, we sang this in the jungles.
That was some potent weed we smoked, he murmured.
Tears fell on his chest. She mumbled softly under her breath, repeating syllables unfamiliar to him. The repetitive incantation grew louder and faster, reverberating in her chest, building up to a frenzied gurgle in her throat.
She arched her body backward. The outlines of her body blurred. He could smell something new in the room. A surfeit of rain and rust. Damp earth. Followed by a whiff of raw onion stinging his eyes.
Selfish man. Had no idea, did you? The early conversations in the library, all those years I'd taken care of you. You hadn't even noticed there was someone else there, apart from the human disguise I assumed.
He didn't have time to scream. Stunned by the searing tear of her claws. Massive incisors sliced through flesh, until her cavernous mouth claimed his heart. As he lay dying, he felt her riding his cock with a vengeance, growling as she climaxed.
She leapt off the bed and onto the floor. A humming purr of pleasure travelled through her as she stretched out, licking her paws clean.
She sighed, thinking of the young man whose beard had been once tinged with sweetness. She had liked him so much. That was the saddest part, really. Liking a human who couldn't love her back.
Her gaze should have been the clue. Hadn't there been enough moments when her true form came to him in dreams? When she whispered her name to him while he slept? But he awakened from his dreams, forgetful, the memories reduced to a faint sensation of adventure. Banished from his knowing, that he had ridden through forests on the back of a harimau jadian, a weretiger who had protected him from harm all these years. Gone, the revelation of her shapeshifting in front of his dreaming eyes.
She raised herself up from the floor and once again assumed the form of the young woman. Pulled a few tissues from the box of Kleenex on the side table and wiped her face clean.
She walked slowly to the windows and drew the curtains aside. There was an almost full moon out, its reflection glistening on the surface of the ocean at English Bay. Now that she had consumed his heart and sucked the life force from his soul, she could return back to the wife's body, whose shell was waiting for her at the care facility.
Wouldn't be a problem leaving. Especially after staff members receive news of his death and inform her. They'd understand why she had to leave, to tend to legal matters.
She would go see Boris. Of all her companions in this life, Boris was the only one who had recognized her and discovered her true name.
She turned back and took one last look at the mess on the hotel bed.
No more devotion to humans. It was time for a road trip.
This story first appeared in Ricepaper Magazine, issue 19.4, Winter 2014. Reprinted with permission of the author. Image: The Dream by Henri Rousseau.


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Hiking Rinjani Is An Experience That Will Never Be Forgotten
Hiking Rinjani Is An Experience That Will Never Be Forgotten
Hiking Rinjani – Hiking Mt. Rinjani can start from Senaru village, there's on senaru you can preparing to start the trip to rinjani. After that register yourself to enter the mountain area for safety purpose and to data the mountaineer. Who do trip to the summit because Rinjani is a active volcano mountain every one? Who want to do rinjani trekking should at least hired one porter? Because they know every part of the mountain.
Mount Rinjani is very sacred and respected by the people of Bali and Sasak Lombok turned out to have dozens of prohibitions for every person who Hiking Rinjani. Some of the prohibitions for mountaineer was who are on Mount Rinjani is taboo to say dirty words and word that indicate worries or complaints. It is said that when mountaineer complain or express words that indicate concerns then the thing that feared it will immediately become a reality.
For example, when it says, "it will rain", then the rain will start to fall. In addition, a marriage couple are also forbidden to do a sexual activity when there. Mount Rinjani is a holy place for Balinese Hindus because it is considered as a place of the Gods and also a shrine for the Sasak tribe because it is believed to be the place of the guardians and immortal figures of Dewi Anjani.
Journey to Conquer Mountain Rinjani
Lombok adventure it's not just reaching the peak of rinjani, you may find ton of cool place along the tracking. Gunung Rinjani National Park area has many stopover that climbers can explore the uniqueness. For example the three caves around Lake Segara Anak the Gua Susu, Gua Payung, and Gua Manik. The most famous and unique of the three caves is Gua Susu because of the myth that developed among the climbers.
It says that the entrance to Gua Susu will expand if a person with good and kind heart enter it and it will make they easier to enter Gua Susu. Or after a long tracking you can rest your leg in aiq kalaq, aiq means water and kalaq means hot in sasak, a hot spring came from inside the rinjani . Aiq kalaq is an effective solution for eliminating weariness due to the challenging Mt.Rinjani tracking route. In addition, high sulfur content can also heal some kind of skin disorders . One of the hot springs is Pengkereman Jambangan. This hot spring pool is believed by many climbers to have a mystical power.
So if you have any interest to Hiking Rinjani or want to explore Lombok Adventure spot. You can contact us Ded'y Adventure, here we provide adventure service as your choice. Spend your time with nature hiking Mt.Rinjani feel the breathtaking view and the wondrous along the way Rinajni tracking route with us.

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Two things that are never not in fashion... Chanel tweed jackets and Bombay Sapphire Gin. This beautiful blue glass bottle is one of the few things that tastes as good as it looks. Selfridges and Bombay Sapphire have brilliantly come up with the exciting concept of having your Gin bottle personalised. This Christmas customers will be able to step inside the department store to get their bottles beautifully engraved. What a great present so give friends and yourself during the festive season. I know what I am asking Santa for!
Monday, 28 July 2014
Saturday, 26 July 2014
Bright White
Nothing says summer like a pre-breakfast swim and by 9am this morning we were on the beach. It does help that it takes me approximately 10 minutes to get to there from home as it is almost on my doorstep. Today was hot, hot, hot and perfect lounging weather and the British sea was actually warm after our long summer. This Topshop white cheesecloth cover-up is perfect from beach to pub and I have lived in these Next leather sliders for months I may be a city girl during the week but my home is definitely where my heart is.
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Friday, 25 July 2014
It's not what you wear...
I didn't think that me and Stan would get along. Or maybe we would tolerate each other, but I would never adore him. How wrong can you be.
Styling it part of who we are. How one person, or group of people, adapt a product can inspire entire trends. I can take zero credit for this one as I have never been a fan of the Adidas classic Stan Smith sports shoe. That was until I fell upon this gorgeous blog post by Office London showing the iconic shape worn in a whole new way. Pastel coloured sports-luxe trenches, oversized blazers, leather trousers and bare legs are paired with the chunky white flats and finished with oversized shades and sleek hair. Keep your Stan's whiter than white and tie properly with a knot and bow, and no socks please. These are perfect for a day of manic meetings or long Saturday brunches.
This new fad has old roots originating from the American tennis legend and two time Grand Slam champion born in 1946. In 1971 Adidas approached the then sports celebrity to endorse the shoe which was then called the Haillet. It is no longer recomended for tennis, however neither is the duster coat and leather shorts I will be wearing with mine!
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Thursday, 17 July 2014
Wedding shoes
I have been developing my sense of style since the age of about four. I think for a lot of people this goes hand in hand with finding out who you are. At the age of five I demanded a hot pink Benetton tracksuit with embroidered multi-coloured jungle animals in bright colours on it. I adored it. This was not my finest fashion moment. It was also not the last time I had a fashion disaster. However I would not take back any of them as they are the reason I enjoy and have fun with fashion to this day.
By the time you get married I think most people have a fair idea about who they are, and what they like to wear, yet it is easy to get lost in what you are 'suposed' to do. The best advice people have given me is to stick to your guns. It is yours and your partners day... not anyone else's. For the past year I tried on every pair of shoes that I thought I should have for my big day. None of them felt right. They were not fun, or minimal, or particularly unusual.
One lunchtime I was browsing the rails and plinths in one of my favourite stores, & other stories, when I fell in love. They are everything I would want from a shoe. Great heel height, a mix of textures, neutral, have a hint of black, and very me! They were swiftly packed up in their beautiful box and are waiting for my big day. What do you think?
Be you and stay you x
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Tuesday, 15 July 2014
Wedding Lingerie by Ted Baker at Debenhams
The decisions involved in planning a wedding are insane. I lie awake thinking about everything from what shade to paint my nails to what font to write the table names in. So when Debenhams contacted me to take a look at their beautiful Ted Baker bridal lingerie I felt a decision was wonderfully made for me. I have worn and loved the B by Ted baker range before and found everything from the fit to the fabrics perfect. This ivory bridal set is studded with Swarovski crystals and embroidered with cream B's and bunting. It has a real Great Gatsby, Art Deco feel and yet has sleek edging so your dress will sit perfectly with no lines. The set is online and in stores at Debenhams but pick it up quickly as it is selling fast.
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Thursday, 10 July 2014
Heel, toe.
Socks be gone. Summer is all about bare feet and weekends spent dunking toes in to sea and sand. However I could never give up my footwear altogether, partly due to working in London where bare feet is a ridiculous idea and partly due to my extreme love of shoes. These Zara flat mules combine an almost trainer comfort sole with a smart point whilst leaving your heels in summer freedom. They have been in stores a while now and if you can track down a pair they are only £29.99 in the sale! Hello bargain.
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Tuesday, 8 July 2014
Bill had grown up surrounded by vegetables. His father was a keen gardener and when he took Bill down to a shed sized building in Lewes, East Sussex, he told him to make of it what he wished. Bill opened a grocer's which struggled along until it was wiped out, along with his house, in the floods in 2000. He gave it a second shot. This time the grocer was given the addition of a cafe and was opened on the high st.
The cafe was stacked high with beautiful and delicious ingredients and fresh homemade food was served to the locals. Bill became a bit of a success and started opening more cafes to cater for the demand. The rest you could say, is history.
Whether you stop by for a coffee and pastry or a burger and raspberry lemonade in Covent Garden, Brighton or Lewes, think of Bill and his second shot. I for one am extremely grateful he gave his dream another go! Be sure to visit one of his many restaurants to dine on delicious food and enjoy the friendly local atmosphere.
Thanks Bill
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Happy Birthday Oliver
July is always filled with tartan, gold, glitter and the odd retro elf after becoming the month of the Christmas press day. Stepping in from the humid London streets writers and editors are usually met with the smell of mulled wine candles and even served the odd minced pie.
Oliver had no such plan!
The 25 year old brand, Oliver Bonas, did Christmas a little differently. Neon bottles holding pink, orange and minty green candles filled the room sat on raw wooden tables. Neon and copper dishes and candle holders covered fire places and side boards. Elegant British made fabric sofas in notty greys were layered with neon and cream throws. A rustic-meets-modern zesty lemon blanket will definitely be making its way into my home.
Oliver and his gorgeous team talked us through the collections from the exciting new own branded cosmetics to the studio showing Olivers prints and fabric designs. His clever use of colour and print are taken through most of the products this season creating beautiful art to hang on your walls and to dine from.
If you haven't yet discovered Oliver Bonas check out one of the many stores and the website at www.oliverbonas.com. The lifestyle brand has homeware, beauty, books, accessories, clothing and jewellery covered and is the ideal stop off for that perfect present.
Shop Oliver Bonas at www.oliverbonas.com
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Thursday, 3 July 2014
& other stories has changed my life and my wardrobe. Well maybe thats a slight exaggeration however I do adore the minimal store, the beautiful clothing, the mood board style website and the delicious accessories. This stiff a-line silk shift dress is my new favourite summer buy and is ideal for work or play. Wear with beautiful heels or summer flats for easy dressing.
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Tuesday, 1 July 2014
A weekend adventure at Hundred Acre Wood
"Now the Hundred Acre Wood boasted many natural wonders, but none was more beautiful than a tiny stream running through the forest. This particular steam had a very long way to travel. And by the time it reached the edge of the forest, it's a grown-up, so it was almost a river. Being grown-up said to itself, 'There's no hurry. We shall get there someday.'"
The Hundred Acre Wood was based on A.A.Milne's favourite forest in the heart of the East Sussex countryside, The Ashdown Forest. In the centre of this storyteller's world sits Ashdown Park and the beautiful Ashdown Park Hotel and Country House. The neo-gothic Victorian manor house was built in 1867 alongside the little church of St Richard de Wych. The soft grey stone buildings sit in the middle of the lush green parkland to create a magical environment ideal for a relaxing weekend.
After a short train journey from london with a bottle of Champagne we arrived at our large 'Monkey Puzzle' bedroom and splendid views over the park. The warm sunshine made for a perfect evening wandering the grounds and fountains before retiring to the award winning Anderida Restaurant. The menu was filled with local ingredients and the food did not disappoint. We ate from the great value 'two courses for £30' menu filled with fresh seafood (and plenty of meaty options) and everything was delicious.
After an evening of wining and dining and a great night's sleep an award winning breakfast was in order, followed by a trip to the Spa. The rest of the day was spent in the stunning pool, using the sauna and enjoying a Kerstin Florian Organic Aromatherapy Massage. This 85 minute massage will have you feeling wonderfully relaxed from the minute you choose your oils.
This is a wonderful place to spend a weekend or an evening, with friends or a loved one. You can walk the grounds, play a game of pooh sticks, visit the lamas or curl up in one of the drawing rooms with a good book and a scrummy afternoon tea (best scones ever). Thank you for a wonderful stay, I can't wait to visit again soon x
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WWJD: What Would Jorge Do?
THE EMERALD TRIANGLE—There comes a time in every cannabis grower's life when he or she wonders if they're on the right path.
Many a dankend denizen has faced impossible challenges that test the faith of even the most ardent marijuana specialist.
Spider mites. Powdery mildew. Root rot.
HVAC uncertainties….
When those moments come to test your weed-loving soul, and you can be sure they will come, take a moment to breathe and simply ask yourself….


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On Monday, some heavy rain, across western England and Wales in the morning, will be slow to move eastwards across England, through the course of the day. Ireland, Northern Ireland, and Scotland will have spells of sunshine. A scattering of showers is expected too - some of these will be wintry over the higher ground, especially in central and northern Scotland.
On Tuesday, central and southern parts of the British Isles will have a sunny start. However, clouds will slowly increase from the west, and it will become breezier. Northwest of Scotland as well as southeast of England will have rain from time to time. High temperatures between 7°C and 10°C.
By Wednesday, a wet and breezy band will arrive and cover Scotland while southern Britain will stay dry with sunny spells. This rain and drizzle will slowly extend toward the South and gain Northern England at night.
The band of rain will continue to move across the UK on Thursday although eastern parts of England will stay dry but cloudy. Some of this rain will be heavy and wintry.
Temperatures should remain mild throughout the week. A low pressure system is expected to bring wet and windy weather across all of the UK on Friday. Some areas should still see clear spells.


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After this lesson, you will be able to:
- Define and understand Identification Numbers
- Implement and use Identification Numbers in your data collection projects
How to Register Identification Numbers
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- What is an "Identification Number?
- What is the difference between an Identification Number Type and an Individual identification Number?
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The 7 Best Wooden Hangers
There's nothing worse than hanging up an article of clothing only to immediately have it crash to the floor of the closet. But the best wooden hangers eliminate that annoying problem completely by evenly distributing weight and keeping even heavy winter coats neatly stored and ready to grab at a moment's notice.
When you're looking for wooden hangers, there are a few things you should be on the lookout for. You want something that is sturdy and reliable, but you don't want it to be too bulky — especially if you have a lot of clothes.
Think about your wardrobe, specifically. If you have mostly tops, you'll want to seek out hangers with notches to hold up the straps. Look for notches that are smooth and that won't snag fabric. If you hang pants and skirts, too, you'll need hangers with a bar designed to do so. Or, perhaps, you can get hangers specifically designed to hang bottoms with clips.
You may think that all hangers are created equal, but nothing could be further from the truth. For anyone serious about organization, old wire hangers simply aren't going to cut it. These wooden hangers will keep your clothes stored properly, with high-end finishes that look fantastic in your closet.
1. A Multi-Pack of Wooden Hangers That Amazon Users Love
Zober Solid Wood Suit Hangers, $18 (20 Pack), Amazon
With the better part of 1,000 reviews, this 20-pack of wooden hangers is a favorite on Amazon, offering the basics and more. The hangers are lightweight but strong, made of solid wood, with notches to hold straps in place and a grooved, plastic cover over the bar to prevent pants from slipping. They also have a swivel hook that can be rotated 360 degrees.
2. A Handful Of Wide Hangers That Offer Extra Support For Suits & Coats
Ezihom Clothes Hangers, $23 (5 Pack), Amazon
These hangers were designed to be extra wide in order to evenly distribute the weight of heavier suits, winter coats, and other bulky articles of clothing, so they won't slip right off onto the closet floor. They're made of evergreen wood, which is extra durable and gentle on delicate fabrics, and the bars on the hangers are covered with a thin layer of rubber to prevent slipping.
3. A Set Of Hangers With Removable Bars For Hanging Pants
Quality Hangers Curved Wooden Hangers, $60 (25 Pack), Amazon
This set of premium wooden hangers includes detachable bars that you can fold away, making it easier to drape pairs of pants or skirts over the bar without removing the entire hanger from its spot. The bars also have a no-slip covering to keep your clothes in place, while traditional notches prevent tops from falling. The hangers even have 360-degree, gold swivel hooks.
4. A Pack Of Truly Multi-Purpose Wooden Hangers
J.S. Hanger Solid Wooden Suit Hangers, $29 (20 Pack), Amazon
A solid 20-pack, these wooden hangers are super popular on Amazon and offer just about everything: smooth notches for tops, a non-slip bar for bottoms, and rust-free hooks that rotate 360 degrees. They're super smooth and won't snag any delicate fabrics, and you can choose between four different wood finishes — black, natural, retro, and walnut — to accent your wardrobe.
5. Hangers That Have Pants Clips Lined With Soft Fabric
J.S. Hanger Suit Hangers With Pant Clips, $36 (20 Pack), Amazon
These hangers are perfectly suited to tops and even have notches to hold them in place, but they also have accompanying pants clips. The clips themselves are lined with a thin layer of felt, so you won't have to worry about any creasing or wrinkling. Even sensitive fabrics are safe to put in between the clips, preventing your pants and skirts from falling.
6. A 10-Pack Of Hangers Made Just For Pants & Skirts
LOHAS Home Wooden Pant Hangers, $16 (10 Pack), Amazon
These pants hangers are all you need if you're looking to organize your pants, skirts, and other bottoms, with durable clips that are lined to prevent creasing and to keep sensitive fabrics safe from damage. The wooden design keeps the weight distributed evenly, preventing oddly shaped clothing items from pulling down their hangers. You can also swivel the rust-free hooks for easy organizing.
7. A Budget-Friendly Set Of Wooden Hangers To Establish Your Closet
AmazonBasics Wood Suit Hangers, $24 (30 Pack), Amazon
With their classic design and affordable price, these hangers make the perfect budget-friendly choice when you're setting up a new closet. They're lightweight, durable, and compact, able to hold up any type of clothing safely without damaging sensitive fabrics. Cleanly-cut notches keep tops in place, while a swivel hook allows you to move things around quickly whenever you're organizing. The reliable wood construction can even hold up winter coats.
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Photo Date : May 4th 2008 – 3:31 PM
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Another flower shot from me.
It's Spring, I can't help it! They are blooming everywhere and I just couldn't let them get away :))
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Two DELSEY CHATELET Cases Autographed by These Movie Stars Will Be Auctioned Off With Proceeds Going to American Cinematheque
PARIS, FRANCE--(Marketwired - Oct 23, 2014) - DELSEY, www.delsey.com the iconic French luggage brand known for blending timeless quality and audacious design, got a little love from Hollywood's finest at the American Cinematheque Awards this week. DELSEY CHATELET, the newest romantic collection, was featured as the American Cinematheque Awards Celebrity Gift Bag.
Established in 1981, the American Cinematheque is a non-profit viewer-supported film exhibition and cultural organization dedicated to the celebration of the Moving Picture in all of its forms. Since 1986, the organization has honored an individual who has made a significant contribution to the art of the Moving Picture each year. Past recipients include Jerry Bruckheimer, Ben Stiller, Robert Downey Jr., Matt Damon, Samuel L. Jackson, Julia Roberts, George Clooney, Nicolas Cage, Sean Connery, Tom Cruise, Michael Douglas, Jodie Foster, Mel Gibson, Ron Howard, Nicole Kidman, Steve Martin, Bette Midler, Eddie Murphy, Al Pacino, Rob Reiner, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Martin Scorsese, Steven Spielberg, John Travolta, Denzel Washington, Robin Williams, and Bruce Willis.
At this week's ceremony, Matthew McConaughey was honored, with many of his co-stars including Reese Witherspoon, Jennifer Garner, Jessica Chastain, Jimmy Kimmel, Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson attending the event to show their support.
DELSEY, a brand known for French style and design, was delighted to align with this strategic cinema event and chose to show their support by offering DELSEY CHATELET as celebrity gift bags. This attractive collection embodies everything DELSEY. With an award winning brake system on the vintage-inspired case, as well as four silent-running spinner wheels to allow smooth maneuverability, DELSEY CHATELET promises to make travel beautiful and efficient.
Showing their appreciation for DELSEY CHATELET, the star-studded crowd took the time to sign two DELSEY CHATELET cases, filled with gifts to be auctioned off on www.charitybuzz.com starting October 29th. Proceeds from this initiative will be donated to American Cinematheque.
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Established in 1981, the American Cinematheque is a 501 C 3 non-profit viewer-supported film exhibition and cultural organization dedicated to the celebration of the Moving Picture in all of its forms. At the Egyptian Theatre, the Cinematheque presents daily film and video programming which ranges from the classics of American and international cinema to new independent films and digital work. Exhibition of rare works, special and rare prints, etc., combined with fascinating post-screening discussions with the filmmakers who created the work, are a Cinematheque tradition that keep audiences coming back for once-in-a-lifetime cinema experiences. The American Cinematheque renovated and reopened (on Dec. 4, 1998) the historic 1922 Hollywood Egyptian Theatre. This includes a state-of-the-art 616-seat theatre housed within Sid Grauman's first grand movie palace on Hollywood Boulevard. The exotic courtyard is fully restored to its 1922 grandeur. The Egyptian was the home of the very first Hollywood movie premiere in 1922. In January 2005 the American Cinematheque expanded its programming to the 1940 Aero Theatre on Montana Avenue in Santa Monica. www.americancinematheque.com
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I'm sorry but this is a bit of another round-up post. I am finally off crutches and getting around much more easily, and I am also high enough on the new tapestry to be able to get off the floor and use a chair, so I am a much happier bunny. I've also tentatively started to try treadling.
I am about quarter of the way up the new tapestry. Working from home I've been able to put the hours in, which has been a bit of a good job. A reminder of the design, as it is so long since I posted about it – a dreaming figure is on the left, and like Maides Coign her hair is made up of petals textured with soumak. These brush across the width of the design creating a landscape for a figure to the right falling through a star-filled night sky.
Initially I had thought to use similar colours and combinations for the petals as in Maides Coign, but then decided I wanted the mass of hair to be more homogeneous – but although I wanted them to be the same, each petal of hair also had to be distinguishable. Also no combination could be in adjacent petals, and well-distributed across the tapestry. Not so easy to pull off as it turns out. At least two of the petals have been picked out and re-woven at twice. One of them I decided to pluck out once I had woven over it, so it was quite a surgical procedure putting it back in with a needle.
I've ended up with four blends, although one has only been used once. There is a mix of solid blocks of colour and more pixellated ones too, and the difference adds a good bit of interest and texture. I'm really pleased with how it has worked out and to be honest there were times, staring at it late at night, chin on my hands, when I never thought I would be able to say that.
It is no secret that I hate blue. I had worked hard to find colours I could stomach and the intention was to graduate from light to dark up the height of the work to add interest and movement. But it soon became clear once I had put in the first lighter blue that it wasn't going to work, it looked weak and washed out. Even when I experimented with darker blues it didn't, work. I started to wonder why on earth it ever got in my head to combine blues and orangey browns, until I saw Matisse's Dance staring at me from my inspiration board. I took a break for a few days and focused on other things and came back to it, putting in a much darker colour than I had anticipated, but it worked. I also added a brown into the mix to add some continuity with the hair. You look at it and it is quite hard to tell if it is black, blue or grey, which I quite like. It makes the browns pop rather than fight against them. There's no real scope to darken the sky further up the design, but actually that solid colour, especially in contrast to the busyness of the soumak really works and lends the tapestry a sense of calmness and stillness I had never anticipated. It makes the work richer and darker, which makes me very happy.
I could only go so far with the sky before I had to start work on the figure of the girl on the left. So much of this tapestry is lying on top of each other, the order of working has very much been dictated by the design. The skin colour is a mix of a pearly-greys and pinky-shell colours. I had thought to add highlights to her shoulder and neck to mimic moonlight, but that lighter colour simply didn't work, it was too wishy-washy and in contrast to the solid darkness of the rest of the tapestry (below). I took it out and instead hatched in more of the pinky-shell colour, but it seemed a total waste of time as the graduation of shades was so subtle, it was invisible. I didn't just want a block of colour for the figure, it needed some life to it, so I was mightily disappointed; I worked some more samples but in truth I really liked the colours I had chosen, they worked well with the browns and blues. I decided to try to finish up to the neck to see if I was making too much of it and accidentally used one of the original pearl-pink bobbins and suddenly the subtle hatching I had done became visible by contrast. Hurray!
I remember with Maides Coign it took me to about the quarter way mark to have any confidence that the design would work, and I am now at this point with the new one, and now the foundation is finally settled I can really start enjoying it, instead of wallowing in a quiet blind panic.
The last few weeks haven't just been about weaving. I've been settling into my new role with the Heritage Crafts Association and quite frankly loving every minute. I also went to see the Grayson Perry tapestries over at Temple Newsam. I am such a mega-fan of Grayson Perry, and Temple Newsam is one of my favourite places in the known universe so you can imagine how thrilled I was to learn the taps were being exhibited there. My joy was quickly tempered by the realisation that Temple Newsam was inaccessible to those without a car; thankfully my friend Lorrain was going and took me along, but it did seem rather inexcusable to hold such an amazing exhibition out of the reach of so many. I was also a little unnerved by a rather churlish response by the Leeds Art Fund to concerns raised by a visitor with disabilities regarding access to the tapestries – I was still on crutches at the time. It turned out the car park attendant let us off the parking fee, and Lorrain was let in free as my carer – it was only a matter of time. There was only one point where I had to be assisted up some particular narrow stairs, but I did ok.
I love that thanks to the success of The Vanity of Small Differences people are talking about tapestries again and it is hard to imagine that it is just a coincidence that the first tapestry was admitted to the RA Summer exhibition this year. But of course Perry's hangings are not strictly tapestries. The designing process aside, they were produced on a computerised loom in a matter of hours (and this is something I've discussed before). I thought the idea of exhibiting them in a stately home, the natural habitat of tapestry was genius, but in reality, I am not entirely sure it worked for me. Don't get me wrong, the design of them was spectacular, but I suppose I read them a little differently, I saw them as Jacquard weaves rather than tapestries, and so they seemed out of place. The last tapestry of the series hung in a plain uncluttered room, more like a gallery, and it took my breath away. I would have loved to have seen the others in a similar distraction-free setting – I would have loved to have had an opportunity to appreciate them more for what they were, than what they were trying to do, if that makes sense. Nonetheless it was such a great privilege to see them and I am really glad I got the chance. Unexpectedly there was one of Perry's pots on another floor opposite a collection of ceramics, and that I thought worked really well. As for the tapestries, it was a great experiment having them at Temple Newsam, but for me it did not did it justify having them somewhere inaccessible to public transport users or wheelchair users.
Since I last posted I've also been featured in UK Handmade. If you don't know about it, it is a fabulous online magazine highlighting UK creative talent and I am really proud to occasionally write for them, but it was an experience having the tables turned and being interviewed myself, but it was a very useful exercise in trying to help myself understand what I am doing .
Ooh that's quite a lot isn't it, I do go on! I am having a day off, spending it on the sofa drinking lots of tea, and mucking about with my sketchbook. Ta ta for now x


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AdRoll Posts Instagram Beta
AdRoll has announced via its blog that it has launched limited beta version access to Instagram advertising inventory opening up access to the Facebook-owned platform's 300 million users.
Initially only open to a very limited number of its customers, the beta version promises to offer marketers access to premium inventory built to natively feature beautiful creative.
"The prevalence of smartphones with high-quality cameras has spurred individuals to create, curate, and share content at an extraordinary pace – an incredible 1.8 billion photos a day. Instagram has become a mecca for this movement, accounting for 70 million photos contributed daily," AdRoll posted on its blog.
AdRoll said that the trial gives access to a predominantly millennial audience where they're primed to engage with content they trust.
"Initial data points on performance are very strong, and the days of ads on Instagram are very early. We're excited to partner with our customers to develop new best practices for a social media platform that has already become so ingrained in our culture," the post stated.


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Starring Jose Llana direct from Broadway as The King and Annalene Beechey from the West End production as Anna. Hailed as 'the theatrical event of 2018' the multi-award winning and critically acclaimed Lincoln Center Theater's production of Rodgers and Hammerstein's The King And I is embarking on a World Tour direct from its record breaking sold out season at The London Palladium.
The King And I is the greatest musical from the golden age of musicals – adored by the public and critics alike - with one of the finest scores ever written including; Whistle a Happy Tune, Getting to Know You, and Shall We Dance, featuring a company of over 50 world-class performers and a full-scale orchestra.
A celebration of the lavish heritage of the very best in romantic musical theatre from an unparalleled multi-award-winning creative team, hailed as one of the best working in theatre today, directed by Tony Award winner Bart Sher (South Pacific & My Fair Lady - Broadway). This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness this glorious production, as you have never seen it before.
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September – April of every year
Tuesday Evenings from 6:30 – 8 p.m. What is Awana? – Awana stands for "Approved Workmen Are Not Ashamed", and is a fun Bible-based club for kids. "Clubbers" will have a blast while they learn and grow in God's Word, the Bible. As an Awana Clubber, your child will be encouraged to display good sportsmanship, memorize portions of Scripture, and complete activities in their handbooks. Our Leadership Team will partner with you to teach your child biblical truths, help them build good friendships, and follow guidelines for good discipline and order. Awana Clubs helps children dive into learning God's Word and developing a personal relationship with our Lord Jesus Christ. Ages:
Aprox. Age 3 and potty trained (must be starting Kindergarten in 2 years)
Kindergarten – 2nd grade
3rd & 4th grade
5th & 6th grade
What does a typical night look like?
The Awana club night is divided into three main segments
Handbook Time: This is a small group time when your child has an opportunity to practice and recite Bible memory work and complete handbook activities. We encourage you to help your child at home by practicing with them during the week. Game Time: The Awana Game Circle provides an exciting four-team friendly competition as teams play age appropriate games. This is a great time for clubbers to practice displaying good sportsmanship by cheering on their teammates and keeping a good attitude, win or lose. (Please make sure to send your child in safe shoes, please no flip-flops or sandals, for running and participating in these high-energy games.) Large Group Time: In a large group setting, clubbers participate in singing, contests, Bible-based lessons, and receive handbook awards and club announcements. Maintaining proper supervision and safety for all children is of utmost importance for us at RVCC. Arrival time is no earlier than 6:20pm with club night beginning promptly at 6:30pm. Cubbies are signed-in & out by parents each club night in their designated classroom, while Sparkies and T&T Clubbers check-in with Awana Secretaries, upstairs in the Social Hall in the Awana Office. Cubbies rotate through each segment of their club night, all within their designated classroom and also enjoy captivating puppet shows and snack time. Sparks and T&T Clubbers meet in the gym for pre-club games with the Opening Ceremony beginning at 6:30pm; and then clubbers will begin their rotation through the three segments of their club night. Make sure to check out our club calendar to stay posted on theme nights and special events that add interest and excitement during the club year!
Trek & Journey (7th – 12th grade)For older kids who have moved out of the T&T Club: Trek & Journey is available. Trek & Journey incorporates a program for reading through the Bible, Bible verse memorization, as well as encourages our youth in serving and developing leadership.
Trek – 7th & 8th grade meets from 6:15-7:00pm on Thursday at RVCC for Handbook Time and then stays for Youth Group from 7:00-9:00pm
Journey – 9th – 12th grade meets at 6:00-6:30 pm on Wednesdays at RVCC for Handbook Time and then stays for Youth Group from 7:00-9:00pm.
For more information about AWANA or to get involved in any of the programs contact the church office or Geraldine Ramsey at [email protected]


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Here is a cute project I found from the Scor Pal Project Page. I made a coffee mug and filled it with chocolate candy. I used a cut from the Smiley Cards cartridge to make a thank you card and put a gift certificate for coffee on the inside. These are going to a friend who helps me get my daughter to her soccer practices when I am unable to - she makes my life easier and I wanted her to know how much I appreciate her!!
Monday, October 10, 2011
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A young mum from Groombridge has spoken of her horror after her two children nearly stepped in human faeces blocking a footpath near her home.
Georgina Frowde says lorry drivers have been using the A26 lay-by opposite the Forstal as a toilet - failing to clear up and depositing faeces, toilet paper and wet wipes.
Mrs Frowde, 38, first made the revolting discovery during half term when she took her children aged four and six for a walk with the dog.
"They nearly trod in it. It is not very nice - and could be a public health hazard," she said.
"When it is children - it is one thing wiping dog poo off your children's shoes but human poo is just revolting."
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But Mrs Frowde says the lorry drivers are not to blame completely because of a lack of toilets and is calling on Wealden District Council to provide portable toilets at the remote spot.
"I really do feel there is a bigger issue - because there are not enough toilets and I feel for the lorry drivers.
"On the other hand - they could dig a hole and pick up their tissues," she added.
A spokesman for Wealden District Council said it operated a community toilet scheme in the towns along the A26 including Crowborough and Uckfield.
But after finding several more deposits this week Mrs Frowde said the site needed to be better policed.
"There are signs up saying no fly tipping but when people literally dump nothing gets done," she said.


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Jamie Demetriou: People Day
Show type: Edinburgh Fringe 2013
Starring: Jamie Demetriou
Show type: Edinburgh Fringe 2013
Starring: Jamie Demetriou
Character comedy from the character comedian who dares to say what everyone's thinking, and saying. Leicester Mercury Comedian of the Year Award Nominee.
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This may just be the best character comedy show on the Fringe.
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