Sunday, 26 April 2015

Saturday Night Out Indie Clint Boon Style

On a high from my boss night out (forgive use of the word 'boss'; I am Scouse). 

So, despite being dead old, 34 I'm hardly the age bracket to give solid advice on Manchester night life... but that aside I know what I like.  I donned my clubbing shorts, massive heels, had a few wines getting ready and headed off to meet my indie pal Kel... here we are all glam.

Indie Buddies 
So met up with Kel in the wonderful establishment that is Wetherspoons Piccadilly; erm... no comment... but when the barman barked at me "It'll have to be plastic"... I was confused and responded "A Pinot would be nice".... what he meant on football days they use plastic glasswear (read into that what you will)...

Anyhow, a few cheap wines later, we headed off to Corbieres; we always have a swift one here, I feel like it's a secret cave like pub not everybody knows about and they play decent tunes (think it runs a jukebox?). 

From here, we realised we were too early for South (11:15 start... 'tis very late for us mothers that have been up with the kids since 6am like), so had another drink in a dreadful bar I won't name and shame... but it was truly grim, the wine was shit, the music crap, the lighting dreadful, and worse the doormen thought they had sense of humour. 

So nicely pissed, but not massively we head to South; we've been going years.  The doormen are genuinely nice lads, although, on searching my bag (might be the Scouse thing again); he tried to confiscate a hidden away packet of Munchies (you'll find no pills or booze on me copper... only confectionery).  Doorman handed the choc back over (I'd have knocked him clean out otherwise); but nice bants you know; I tried it on that I was student... he laughed and said "Errr no".  But we had flyers so was only a fiver in (not sure how much it would have been otherwise).

On opening the place started to fill up quickly enough.  We got the drinks in; it has to be Red-Stripe, no other party in my life would I EVER drink canned lager, but in South I do, and I quite like it!  There was Clint in his Ellesse trackie, looking cool as ever, rocking the same haircut... only a bit greyer (no bad thing); looked him up on Wiki and he's not that young; 55... he could be me dad!

Who knew Jamaicans made beer?

I've not been for a bit to South, reckon about 6 months, last time we went Clint was away; it was still a top night, but we only go to Clint Boon's Disco because it's Clint Boon's indie disco!  Before that time, it was probably 6 months again before (don't get out a lot me on a Saturday, usually it's a tenner M&S meal and snuggling up browsing Netflix).   But this time it seemed different, brilliant as ever, but less 'Boon Army' shouty... you know, still loads of interaction with Clint; he clearly welcomes that.  Not sure anyhow.

So, tunes were old school as they always are, all your indie anthems; James, the Roses, Smiths, the Chameleons, Oasis (no Joy Division I noticed last night). I've got these tunes at home of course, I could play them loud in my garden every week and have a wonderful time, but Clint plays them with class and genius (not just playing anthem after anthem).  Mixing them with newer dance and even older dance classics.  I literally danced for 4 hours (if you'd seen my shoes you'd be impressed); when you look up at Clint, bless him he's enthusiastic for the music and that infectious.  That's the beauty of South, it's got a real honestly about it. Everybody is on that dance floor loving the music, hardly any snarlers (sorry if this is Scouse term); and for a couple of hours you feel part of something.

It takes you back, to a time when you LOVED music and it was a massive part of your life and weekends.  2 am onwards the music got a bit 'Buster ride on time', I thought I'd chance a cheeky request, I flashed my phone up at Clint on the decks.

I was proper chuffed when he played it a couple of minutes later; also he thanked me for my top musical guidance with a smacker..... know loads about music me... (I'll just hide my Les Mis CD).

So there I am, 34 2:30 in the morning listening to tunes from 15 years ago, I was taken back to my Liverpool clubbing days of the State and 051 (it wasn't all about Cream).

So top night at South, If I had the energy and youth (and was out looking for a fella) I'd go every week.   I might step it up though and go again next month for my birthday.... I'll have a think of a birthday request to ask for.

A bit worse for wear

xx Emma-Lou

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Health Anxiety....

So generally I'm a bit dramatic, I do jump to conclusions, worry about things before they happen!  You know fly off the handle and have a good old moan at the slightest thing; without knowing the whole story.  Mostly this happens when I see a ridiculous Facebook status...

So this trait in my make up; comes through most when I'm worried about my health,  I definitely suffer with health anxiety, see I'm even over dramatising this, I think in days gone by, I'd be called a hypochondriac.  But the slightest thing can get me in a right woe!  A cold lingering on, can make me question my immune system, and have me worrying and fretting. 

It seems that once I get a worry in my mind, items on my newsfeed jump out at me and fuel my worry.  Like I was having usual hormonal aches in my boobs, this coincided with Anne Kirkbride passing away from a short illness of breast cancer.  I panicked for about about a week and went to my GP for no reason at all, except I was a bit 'anxious'.  I'm lucky with my doctors; they do squeeze you in, the receptionists must have an ear for the 'desperately in need of reassurance'.   So, she said "this happens 10 or so days before your period, I'd recommend taking evening primrose oil" (I did btw and this eradicated the problem).  

It does get stressy for me though, after being run down with a cold for a couple of weeks, the type of viral thing that everyone at work picks up and shares between you for a few months, I found a tiny little lump in my groin, typically this was on a Friday evening (it had to be didn't it), I worried and fretted and couldn't leave the lump alone, a lot of the time in my blind panic prodding and poking I couldn't find the tiny lump... but of course, made myself sore with all the pressing.  It consumed me for a full weekend, I burst in to tears when bathing the kids on the Sunday night... I was thinking who'd bath them in my demise  (I quickly pulled the shower curtain to, you know don't want the kids to see I'm a bit mental). 

8am, on the Monday after getting the engaged tone 57 times, a GP called me back, "Okay it seems like nothing to worry about, but I can hear that you're 'anxious'... so come in at 10:20".  Bless the GP at my practice, I was only there a minute, he felt round a bit and said, "yup you've been off colour and your glands are a tiny bit swollen". 

At the minute I've got this bad back, it's driving me mad, I know I've probably pulled it lugging our Willow in and out the car (he's a big lad at four years old), sitting at a desk doesn't help.  It's when I sit it hurts the most.  Well it's on my mind pretty much all the time, even when I'm not in particular pain, I'm wondering about it.  I've been to the docs a few times, got prescribed some painkillers that sent my tummy off (so that opened up another can of worms for me).  I really try to tone all this down, mindfulness practice helps, I can even feel calm for some hours, then checking FB before bed, I come across Taylor Swift news that her mum has cancer (no details given... I wonder if it started with backache).  I'm dreadful really, making it all about me!  

But I do need to give up with it, I'm back at the docs this week (I made the appt weeks ago on the off chance my backache didn't improve).  I'm sure I'll get the reassurance I crave.  One of my other panics is that the docs will have me down as a  demic (they must have my records marked by now), and one time I really will have something wrong with me, but like the boy who cried wolf... they'll ignore real symptoms and send me away with advice to take vitamin B6. 

I'm going to really engage with my mindfulness programme... because I have to get over this, the stress brings about physical symptoms, headaches, aches and pains, sleep problems... and then that feeds into the health anxieties.... I'm making light of it, but it's no fun, it's hell at times.

Also no, google or internet for medical advice... I've diagnosed myself certain death time and time over.   Red wine in the evenings help too I found... (that's self-help at it's best). 

xx Emma-Lou 



Thursday, 2 April 2015

Take control; Use Your Vote!!!

So, 7th May is looming, what's going to happen?  A change in government?  A new coalition?  If you follow my twitter, my political alliance is clear (mostly anybody other than Cameron!), but I won't go on here about the distaste I have for the Tory shower we have in power at the moment.

I try not to get into political arguments in real life, there's no point, I'm not confident enough in my knowledge, I like to argue my case with strong evidence and get scared when people start on about deficit cutting and all that propaganda.  Once I admit to reading the Guardian (only at weekends)... people dismiss me as a dim-witted leftie anyways.

But, as I often say, I support fairness, equality, welfare, AND this will surprise you... I'm happy to pay tax, I'd without quibble pay more.  IF the system of taxation was fair and just, yes, I'd put my hand up in the air, I'll pay more.  I enjoy the giving and taking of society.  I love that my library is free, I love the kids school is local authority run and free.  Doctors, nurses, firefighters... without question are valuable services and can be called upon... for free!  I feel reassured (well perhaps not over the last five years) that if we fell on our uppers, we'd have welfare funds available to help and support us through tough times.  I'm proud to live in a country that looks after people who are unable to work through disability or illness.  I'm a massive support of the NHS, gosh have you seen Breaking Bad, if there was no NHS... we'd all have to turn into meth dealers to pay for our operations.  Controversially, I support immigration, I do, I'd rather live in a country that people flee to than flee from (this line isn't mine btw, but can't recall where I picked it up).

What concerns me though, is people seem not bothered, I know people who don't vote, saying things like "pah they're all the same that lot".... Living in a democratic country is an amazing liberty, and liberty is what it is, we take it for granted, that we have a say, we as people can make a difference.  We really need to gen up, align ourselves and vote! 

Even those who vote for that ridiculous Forage, respect for them getting out to the polling station!   It was great to hear that in the Scottish Referendum of last year 80plus% of folk cared enough to vote!    I'm campaigning for people to vote, I'm not going to pin my colour to the mast, I just want people to care enough....

xx Emma-Lou

PS I'm for Ed... he's of a decent sort... x