Sunday, 2 September 2012

What do you get when you cross Billy Christmas with Action Science Theatre?

I have some very talented friends. Now I think it's in the spirit of Marmalade to share this. Partly because one of them has written a book, I've written a review, and there doesn't seem to be an appropriate platform to post the review while the book is not yet available. (You'll also notice that I still feature in these plugs so I won't pretend that it's a matter devoid of self interest... it's probably mostly self interest).

The book is Billy Christmas by Mark A. Pritchard.



 Here's the review:

Billy Christmas is a young man in his early teens who carries the weight of troubles beyond his years whilst juggling an increasingly extraordinary, even life threatening, adventure to try and find his missing father. The characterisation of Billy is perhaps what makes this first novel.  His warm and well-meaning nature keeps us rooting for him as events never quite seem to go his way, and we experience the familiar injustice of why some people always seem to have to learn the hard way. All the while, we are conscious of the awkwardness of adolescence with all the clumsiness of lanky limbs and a school boy existence booby trapped with opportunities for social humiliation. The story has the makings of your typical teenage novel: Billy’s secret crush on his best friend Katherine, run-ins with the school bully. Only that’s only the start of Billy’s story...

Billy’s father has been missing for almost a year, having disappeared on Christmas day, and Billy has been valiantly holding things together for his mother, who sank in to a deep depression following her husband’s disappearance. Things start to take an interesting turn when Billy brings home what turns out to be quite an extraordinary Christmas tree, complete with an unusual set of decorations.  Think a talking tree is strange? Christmas decorations that come to life? That’s only the beginning of a series of weird and wonderful adventures as we a thrust in to a deeply magical and darkly dangerous world which as Billy discovers, was right under his nose all along. So what’s that got to do with Billy’s father?  Billy’s got to work that one out for himself if he, and those closest to him, can survive the challenges he’s got to overcome to find out.

Billy Christmas is an enjoyable read that will keep you guessing until the final pages. We are somewhat thrown straight in to the story with little scene setting and, when thrust in to some of the action later on, this absence of introduction to a wintry Marlowe, which is so central to the story, is often felt. As a reader, we can sometimes feel that we’ve missed something by not being able to visualise the Marlowe scenes that are so familiar to Billy. There is a sense that a huge amount has been crammed in to this story, which makes for some inconsistent attention to detail which speeds and slows the pace.

The characters, however, whether human, animal, or event plant, come to life through deft descriptions that allow us to see their mannerisms and expressions. My personal favourite was a mischievous little sprig of mistletoe, which is in an excellent example of the subtle comic elements that are woven around the action.

This book is a carefully intertwined exploration of both the fantastical and the soberingly real, wintry bite of life.  We see relationships strained and tested, weaknesses, fears and failings exposed, all within a whirlwind magical adventure that will keep all ages gripped in the cold evenings this winter, and perhaps giving their Christmas trees the odd second glance in the dead of night...

That's www.billychristmas.com and it's out this month, I believe.

( I don't know why the word 'giving' looks different, it just does)
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Secondly, a quick mention of a very innovative project by the great trio: Action Dan, Science Brian and Producer Dan:






 "Action Science Theatre is a podcast that mixes action, science, comedy and silly voices to create a welcome distraction from real life for 20 – 30 mins, and who knows, you might even learn some science. Maybe."

I appear in episode 3, had a great time recording and was very impressed by all the skill, effort and talent that goes in.
It's already attracted the attention of a Minnesota radio station (I am proud to say that I got to share in the celebration with a Minnesota-shaped cake made by Producer Dan).

Saturday, 1 September 2012

Mentions Barbie plus what happens when you're giving information on the phone and the other person doesn't have a pen.

So what's everyone doing? All those starry eyed volunteers who went to Peru/Guatemala/Argentina/Thailand. I've been checking up. If they're not still there, they're back home, looking for jobs. Slotting back in to normal life, enjoying proper tea/bread/chutney/dutch cheese/chipotle paste/pizza for a while until it's completely mundane again.

 All but completely broke, job comes first, you come completely consumed by the thankless hunt, then you're really happy to get one, then it's just business as usual.

Does that sound horribly negative, bitter and bleak? I don't think it is. 

I've got a sparkly new job. It's a step up in charity communications and I'm moving to London for it. It was that or more, longer term work or volunteering abroad. I'll occasionally wonder if that was the right call but, actually, I made it on returning from Peru because although in many ways it was an exciting adventure and I was the envy of my friends, it was still work and, in many ways, it was harder. 

As the new and different becomes the norm, you have all the same worries, doubts, insecurities and thoughts about the weekly shop or bills or, more likely, where to get the best rehydration salts. The weather is better and you can go surfing every day then off to the mountains for weekend adventures.At the same time, your digestive system never feels quite right, there were rats in the kitchen, you face daily racism and the constant threat of being robbed or kidnapped. 

Don't get me wrong, all of that is worth it, it is brilliant and you have some great stories but why should being back home be much different? What do we do when we're away? We make time for EVERYTHING. Never mind TV and the same pub every week, you go exploring and try new things. Admittedly, where I'm from it's harder because it's expensive and it rains a lot. That just requires a bit more creativity.

So there's a been a drought,  a double dip recession and an awful lot of rain but:

Over the past few months, I have been on a motorbike, I've flown a kite, been strawberry picking, salsa dancing, boat racing, went to a wedding where I didn't know a single person and ate jelly beans during the ceremony, got involved in a film version of Much Ado About Nothing, been a witness to a legal document signing in a hotel room, drunk gin and tonic in a hammock in the park whilst watching the sunset; seen comedy, theatre, music, the Olympics, ate street food from three different countries all at once, hung out with a group of pirates on the Bristol docks, HUGGED TIM MINCHIN 3 TIMES, been swimming in an Oxfordshire lake and sung along to a song called Everybody's Itching for a Party in the Kitchen sung by a guy in a tiger sitting by a campfire.
I could go on. I won't though.

You know that person you are when you're away, that really great open-minded, adventurous person who makes friends everywhere they go? If you were Barbie, this would be Malibu Barbie (or super tanned Hawaian shirt clad Malibu Ken). 



Do not make any mistake, I am not suggesting anyone let their inner Malibu roam free. Actually, she's really annoying. Smug, self satisfied, sits in the same bar telling the same stories to backpackers and tourists about all the great stuff EVERYONE ELSE HAS DONE TOO.

I had a few Barbies when I was little. my favourite one was casually dressed Artist Barbie. Now, I'd love to read in to this (having gone on to do an art degree) and pretend I'm especially grounded and valued Artist Barbie's talent which outshone the other dolls' sparkly dresses even in her jeans and paint palette t-shirt. But, honestly, she just had really brilliant hair.

Anyway, for argument's sake, let's say it was at least something to do with her talent, potential, lack of vanity etc. 

Malibu Barbie has a place, and it is not at home (or preferably not anywhere). The only difference between Malibu Barbie and every other Barbie is a brightly coloured bikini and Malibu Ken's little plastic surf board.

Artist needs no themed outfit. Artist is real. (yes, I know still a Barbie but a Barbie in overalls!).

I'm aware there are a lot of holes in this analagy but the point is... something about potential and not having to be in Malibu. Something like that!

Artist Barbie would say:

"My god! There's just no time! I have to stop watching TV, make some obscure blend of tea and decoupage a lampshade!" 

"Today I met a guy on a train and he's 94 and he's just travelling around tying to see as many places as possible - he's bee going for 3 months. How cool is THAT"

 "LOOK at this crack in my wine glass, it looks just like a giant squirrel on top of the Empire State Building."

So, to try and conclude this car crash Barbie analagy life observation thing; go bake some cupcakes, try and make the longest ever dominos trail, do something in a boat or walk/climb up somehere really high, do something for charity and write someone a letter - a proper letter. THEN you can wish you were on a beach somewhere warm (and you won't, you'll be too tired).

What else did the travel blog have that this doesn't? 
Amusing anecdotes about cultural differences. 
Actually, they're everywhere:

Just another day at the office. I take a phone call.
Caller says (with 'My Girl' by Otis Redding playing loudly in the background)
"Hello, I'd like to talk to someone about volunteering in the charity shop please"
"OK, I'll give you the number for the charity shop"
"Oh, right, I just need to get a pen"
*a bit of kerfuffling over pens and pencils ensues*
"Oh no that's a pencil, hang on"
*presume caller goes off to get a pen and wait for a while (meanwhile I'm thinking: what's wrong with a pencil for taking a number?)*
*still waiting and notice there's breathing on the line... maybe it's a cordless phone... wait a bit more*
*still breathing*
......
*breathing*
Eventually say:
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Oh, I thought you'd gone to get a pen."
"Yeah, I did."
"Right, I didn't realise you'd come back..."
*silence*
"So are you ready to take the number?"
"Yes."
"OK.... "


(This picture was stolen from here: http://convozine.com/8846-pierre-hauser/19875)