Friday, 19 December 2008

Off limits!



Yesterday I went to Leeds, unfortunately not for my Christmas shopping (still unfinished by the way!) this time, but for work. Still I could not resist strolling along Victoria Quarter and admiring the Christmas decorations.



Victoria Quarter is considered by many the fashion and lifestyle destination of the North of England. It combines exclusive fashion, beauty and lifestyle stores, cosmopolitan vibrancy and breath-taking Victorian architecture to give a unique shopping experience.
It “houses” more than 70 top names such as LK Bennett, Vivienne Westwood, Gieves and Hawkes, Jigsaw, Ted Baker, Karen Millen, etc. and, of course, Harvey Nichols.



Unfortunately, my shopping experience was limited to “window shopping” as, in spite of the early reductions, the prices are still too high for my pockets.

Anyway, window shopping and above admiring the Christmas displays in the beautiful arcades can still be a reasonably good consolation.


It is difficult to see from the photos, but the Christmas tree is actually decorated with diamonds and other gems and sparkling necklaces, all fakes of course!

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

It's Up!

Our Christmas Tree is finally up! It took me and my daughter half a day last Saturday but we managed to sort it out. It is usually down to my daughter and my dad to put up the Christmas Tree together, but this year my mum and dad are coming over from Italy a bit later than usual so Vicky and I decided to do it ourselves. To tell the truth, she did most of the work herself as she remembered exactly what her granddad did in the past. Our tree is a synthetic one and a bit “strange” as you had to insert the single branches one by one inside the main post and all the layers have different length. Anyway my only task was to pass on the branches to her and towards the end send her out of the room whilst I was trying to untangles the lights and set them up (not an easy task, I can assure you!). I did so because I knew I was going to swear badly and I don’t want that poor 9-year old to listen to my profanities…


Vicky even managed to set up the Nativity scene on her own, and although I tried to convince her that Baby Jesus arrives on Christmas night and the Three Kings on the 6h January, she decided to put all the figurines at the same time.
This is the extent of our Christmas decorations for this year!

Xmas tag

Thanks to Sugar of SUGAR SHACK for the beautiful tag!

Saturday, 13 December 2008

St Lucy's Day



St. Lucia is the patron saint of the city of Syracuse (Sicily) where she was born and martyred in the reign of Diocletian. One story says that when a suitor admired her beautiful eyes she cut them out and sent them to him, asking to be left in peace thereafter (like most early Christian virgin martyrs, she refused marriage). Now she is the patron of eye diseases and the blind and is often depicted carrying her eyeballs on a plate.

The main celebration occurs today 13th of December and in May. St. Lucy is also popular among children in some regions of North-Eastern Italy, namely Trentino, East Lombardy and some parts of Veneto and Friuli, where she brings gifts to good children and coal to bad ones. Children are asked to leave some food for Lucia (a sandwich, or anything else available at the moment) and for the flying donkey that helps her carry gifts (flour, sugar, or salt), but they must not see Santa Lucia delivering gifts or she will throw ashes in their eyes, temporarily blinding them.


St Lucy’s Day in Italy is celebrated with torchlight processions and bonfires, clear indications of her role as light bringer. Apparently untroubled by the gruesome imagery, we eat St. Lucy’s eyes, cakes or biscotti shaped like eyeballs. In honor of a miracle performed by St Lucy during a famine in 1582 (she made a flotilla of grain-bearing ships appear in the harbor — the people were so hungry they boiled and ate the grain without grinding it into flour), Sicilians don't eat anything made with wheat flour on her day. Instead they eat potatoes or rice in the form of “arancine”, golden croquettes shaped and fried to the color of oranges and filled with chopped meats. In Palermo, everyone eats “cuccia”, a dessert of whole-wheat berries cooked in water, then mixed with sweet ricotta.








An evening with Coldplay ...


...passing through the Manchester Christmas Market!





We’d been waiting for this day for ages, but did not start in the best way. After buying the tickets on ebay ages ago, they never turned up …[Hopefully we will get a refund from paypal!!! Fingers crossed. Beware of buying tickets on ebay!!!] Anyway, my two friends and I decided to go to Manchester MEN Arena and try our luck with a “friendly tout”….Bad weather conditions, roads as frozen as ice rinks, all trains to Manchester full (perhaps because of the concert?), but our “love” for Coldplay is too strong to get stopped by these small details…We decided to park at a Metro Station in Greater Manchester to avoid the traffic in the city centre (the MEN Arena is exactly in the city centre of course!!!). After 45 minutes trying to find a parking space near a Metro station finally we got on a tram towards the city centre.





In spite of not having any tickets yet, we headed toward the Christmas Market. Just to relax and not to waste the day totally. Fantastic! German, Dutch, French stalls offering any kind of merchandises ….




…but above all lovely food!!!!


Dutch cheese(s)...



German Wurst ...





French/Belgian chocs!




Here we are sharing a Super Bratwurst (don't be fooled, we had already a German Flammkuchen…)…



But this one was too tempting to share (for your information, Mini Dutch pancake with Nutella and cream)….




With a full belly and in a better mood we even got lucky with the tickets and went in….and we had quite decent seat positions…



Then finally the Coldplay…..what can I say…..divine!!!!!!!!!





Chris Martin, Coldplay’s frontman and dazzling performer…singer, composer etc etc.




Large globes were suspended over the stage; in them were projected colors, patterns, and footage of the band members appearing in dizzying montages, like here in the title song “Viva la Vida. “Viva la Vida” is their forth album inspired by the (French) Revolution but at the same time celebrating life, freedom and condemning the futility of all wars…




The high points were Yellow with large yellow balloons full of confetti and then Parachutes. As the songs built momentum, what seemed to be millions of multicolored paper butterflies fluttered down from above, a brilliant display that left the crowd's eyes as overwhelmed as its ears.



A performance with a great heart, deep soul, energy and even intimacy from a band often knocked for being expertly bland. We did get all the somehow predictable arena rock tricks – giant balloons bouncing around during Yellow; an acoustic interlude which saw all four members appearing on a podium at the back of the hall. But that’s what I like in a concert, it is not only the good music that I can always listen to from a CD, but show, “spettacolo”, being blown away by colours, music, dancing, singing ….

An evening to remember…

Sunday, 7 December 2008

The Wife by Meg Wolitzer


This is a really great book but is totally let down by the cover. The publishers seem to have tried to make it look like a chick lit book when it's not. Which means that half the readers who would enjoy it will ignore it on the shelves. It's a serious read and beautifully written.


I suppose that a novel describing the complexities and nuances on the institution of modern marriage is nothing new, but the dark humor, smart insight and shocking plot twist from the wife’s perspective in Meg Wolitzer’s, The Wife is something you haven’t read before.


The story is told by the wife of a famous novelist, Joe Castleman. Joan chronicles their long marriage with both humorous and poignant reflections on its intricacies and the delicate balance between their expected roles, after this declaration in the opening paragraph of the novel: “The moment I decided to leave him, the moment I thought, enough, we were thirty-five thousand feet above the ocean, hurtling forward but giving the illusion of stillness and tranquility”. (p.9)


You get to know the couple through Joan’s reflections and memories over the course of their marriage. Joe was her creative writing professor at Smith College in 1956, and the two found themselves attracted to one another, despite the teacher-student connection and the fact that Joe was already married, his wife having just given birth to a baby daughter. Joan admits that she was flattered by the attention he paid to not only her, but to her writing, often praising her efforts and encouraging her to consider a career in the field. And that made him almost irresistible to a girl who would often admit: “I’ve always had a fear of being small and ordinary. How can I have just one life? I used to ask my mother incredulously when I was twelve and sat at the dining room table in our apartment in New York after school, eating a cruller”. (p. 41)


But it was Joe’s career that became the extraordinary one. While Joan tended to the home, their 3 children, and Joe’s needs and ego, his novels became increasingly popular and distinguished, and he soon became one of the most celebrated authors of their generation.
Even though she describes the typical marital problems and trials such as difficulties with the children, arguments and even infidelity, it is not quite clear until the end what becomes the breaking point for Joan. They argue, and Joe pleads, “Every marriage is just two people striking a bargain - he went on in a softer tone- I traded, you traded. So maybe it wasn’t even”. She counters with, “No, it wasn’t, I said. It was the worst deal in the world, and I grabbed it”. (p. 207)

You could argue that the choices that the Castlemans make are simply a product of the times in which they lived. Joan describes the writer’s scene in New York during the 60s very well, so that their behavior is very natural to the reader. You could argue that they are both flawed characters. You could even argue that since the story is told from Joan’s point of view, that we are only hearing one side. But the point is, the controversial plot and ending will have you arguing something, because it is too delicious not to.


You may not agree with Joan Castleman’s definition of what the wife is or should be, but after reading this very well-written and piercing novel, you’ll never quite look at that role the same way again.

Saturday, 6 December 2008

Snow is here!


Here we go yet again! A few inches of snow and the end result is chaos. Roads are gridlocked, gritter lorries cannot get to treat the icy roads, there are numerous road accidents because few drivers can adapt to these “new and strange conditions”. This is the situation in York and North Yorkshire after yesterday's snowfall.




I love the snow and it is nice to see it around but not if it takes you hours to get out of your village to get to work, when you slip on a pavement that nobody has thought of gritting because it is not a "priority number one" area or when the schools are closed and you have to arrange children care. Other European countries can face better these "extreme weather" conditions, why cannot we in Britain cope?


(Photos from The Press)

Thursday, 4 December 2008

The Boys Are Back!


…. And they’re getting better with age…

Having being pretty blown away by Beautiful World, I was wondering if Take That could top it. And yes, they can. Being an avid fan might make me bias, but this is a stunning album. Admittedly, it took a while to get past the first track The Garden which I played repeatedly - it's awesome. The album as a whole carries on where Beautiful World left off, albeit with slightly more emphasis on developing their 'new sound', which does mean a further move away from 'cheesy pop'. All the vocals are strong, Gary being fantastic as usual, Howard always consistent and with even Mark & Jason sounding credible. I think this could well be an album that is huge, not just with existing fans, but that large group of skeptical 30 somethings, who until now, refuse to believe that Take That are anything more than a manufactured boy band.
I’m here listening to it and cannot stop. Maybe - sadly enough - TT are the only ones than can cheer me up at the moment, except for my children of course
…And today I really need cheering up!
(Greatest Day video)