Second rate Bruce Lee
No.21 of 50 – Some drunk called my mum a chinky, so Uncle vaulted over the takeaway counter and chased him down the street with a meat cleaver. I can’t tell you how smug I felt having a real life Bruce Lee in the family.
No.16 of 50 – Mrs. Burke lived in the terraced house next door, in between us and the Indian convenience store. I used to have to take a carton of deep fried chicken leg and a tomato round for her every Sunday. It was my parents’ way of apologising for the drunken weekend thugs having fights in our shop after pub closing time.
No. 9 of 50 – I found my parents’ wedding photos from the 1960s in an old, battered biscuit tin. They looked so young and full of hope for the future. Dad even looked like a Chinese version of Cliff Richard circa ‘The Young ones’ – what happened?!! Maybe the kids happened. Maybe the Chinese takeaway happened. Maybe nothing happened.
I’d heard the Design Museum had moved from its former 1940s banana warehouse in Shad Thames to former Commonwealth Institute in Kensington High Street, so on a recent trip to London I went to take a look. The new building is impressive, although I found its minimalist architecture quite stark and uninviting. The museum’s permanent collection is on the top floor and showcases key designs that have shaped the modern world. It tells the history of mass production up to the digital age and spans architecture, fashion, furniture, product and graphic design, digital media and transport. I came across this thing as well, a jacket made from human hair! The designer Alix Bizet, is exploring sustainable and practical materials for the future, so I guess it makes sense – bit creepy though.
Who has the best Christmas anyway? That’s what I want to know. Every year we’re made to feel inadequate due to our inability to replicate the perfect family scenes we see on telly every year. You know, the ones where Mum or the turkey aren’t frazzled, Dad’s not swearing his head off at the kids fighting and Grandad’s not moaning about his gout. Here’s a scene from my new book that describes what I’m on about. 1984 was only bearable because Band Aid’s ‘Do they know it’s Christmas?’ made us grateful for what we got that year.
The mild weather this year created the most beautiful colours I’d seen for a long time. It gave me the perfect opportunity to do the Bournemouth Gardens walk (which I’m ashamed to say I hadn’t done yet, even though I’ve lived here for almost 10 years!) The path starts at the seafront and meanders alongside 1.5 miles of shrubs and trees from around the world, planted to provide interest throughout the year. I started at the other end, Coy Pond, and ended the walk in town with a lovely hot cuppa.