Motherisms …
It’s the festive period! Oh yes, and it hits us with a bang …..
I’ve produced an advert, which has actually been a success, mum has seen my facebook post and hasn’t quite understood the Internet terminology …
Mum: I’ve heard the ads gone viral, is the computer ok?
Mum’s on the phone to her friend who is converting a giant water tower in to their new home:
“It sounds fabulous darling, like an enormous grave stone … ”
Mother is on Facebook and commenting how often people are on Facebook:
Mum: People seem to be on it all day!
Me: They are.
Mum: How so they do anything else?
Me: They don’t that’s why everything’s on Facebook now. Every business has incorporated because they couldn’t stop people going on it.
There’s a pause as mum reads a post, and contemplates writing something sarcastic …
Mum: If you were bored and mischievous you could get up to so much monkey business on this ….
I watch mum suspiciously for a few minutes …..
We’re listening to The Archers, even though mum now hates every single character in it, maybe more than me.
“I think Peggy should be taken to Dignitas, that would liven The Archers up a bit …”
While babysitting a teenage boy mum has got in to Ice Road Truckers, which I am now also subjected too ..
Mum: There’s Lisa, she’s a great trucker.
Me: Ok …
Mum is talking about Russell Brand …
“I think he is a ponce and a plant by the establishment to bring discredit to protest.”
Mum has played the lottery and for some reason thinks she needs to justify it to me …
Mum: I only did it because it was a triple roll over that sort if money would be useful …
Me: I’m pretty sure any money would be useful.
There is a fair ground in Barnstaple town centre with a Merry-go-round …
Mum: We could ride on the horses …
Me: That would take the edge off.
A sign at the fair is, I’m assuming supposed to be leading towards ‘Fresh Doughnuts’ …
“Got fresh donts …”
We’re watching television ….
Advert: Beachams cold and flue will open your mind …
Mum: Acid will do that.
We’re talking about all the hackings that have happened this year and the internet in general …
Mum: People will have to start writing to each other if they want security.
Me: They are
Mum: It’s all disappeared up its own fundamental orifice
She looks at her computer with unbridled loathing ….
Mum: I knew I didn’t have to learn how to use that thing.
Mum is showing me her draw full of cards …
Mum: I have a lot of cards …
Me: That are too good to give to anyone.
Mum: Well, yes. Look at this one …
It looks like we’ll be selling the house in the New Year; mum is looking around at it …
Mum: I’d be happy to end my days here …
Me: Alright mum, no death, just for Christmas.
Mum: You have to be practical.
Me: No, not in every sentence, at Christmas. And practicality is not synonymous with mortality.
Mum: That’s what you think.
Mum is reading the paper and wants to tell me a fact but forgets which daughter I am …
Mum: Do you know something Charlotte, er, Jade …
Me: Whatever your name is.
Mum: Exactly, Whatsyourname.
We’re bemoaning the poor selection of cars in Sainsbury’s car park, well, mum is …
“Cars aren’t any fun any more everyone’s too worried about denting them.”
We drank a fair amount of Champagne at lunch without actually eating lunch. We finally get round to it at around 5pm, mum’s left me some croutons for my soup, I don’t like croutons, mum accidentally attempts deception …
Mum: I’ve left you some croissants …
Me: Croutons?
There’s still enough Champagne in mum’s veins to get her going again …
Mum: Croissant, croutons, Patisserie Valerie are everywhere now, they used to send me up my croissants on 46 Old Compton street now they are MULTI national co-operation splurged everywhere.
She thinks for a second and raises her glass and back tracks.
Mum: Well done.
Mum is behaving literally like a baby to get try and get what she wants, I am not budging and telling her to behave … not like a baby.
Mum: You wait til you have a baby
Me: And what, it behaves exactly like my mother? Yeah that will be disconcerting.
Mum: You wait …
Me: What does that even mean?
Mum is watching the news in the other room, I hear mum exercising her political opinion ….
“Arseholes …”
There is some terrible, totally OTT opera on Radio 4, I am singing and making up my own lyrics.
Me: Christmas ghost has taken my porridge. Whyyyyy it only had banana topping. But it’s gooooooone …
Mum clearly hasn’t registered I am singing, looks affronted, and says defensively …
Mum: No darling, there’s prunes.
Me: I’m singing about the Christmas ghost mum.
Mum: Ah, right, do you want porridge?
Me: No mum.
Mum is looking for the Post-Its, she gives an accurate description of the desired item …
Mum: Where are the bloody little doodies?
Me: The little doodies?
Mum: YES!!
My Exhibition of Illuminated Manuscripts at Celestine Eleven …
Is on throughout December. Head on down from 11am – 7pm. 4 Holywell Lane, Shoreditch, London EC2A 3ET. http://www.celestineeleven.com/
♥ Originals and prints available here ♥
Commandments From A Parallel Universe Exhibition ….
I am super happy to reveal why I have been sat at my desk like 12th century monk for the last 3 months, it’s this! I have an exhibition of illuminated manuscripts at beautiful CELESTINE ELEVEN.
Starts 6pm on 15th December, come down, bring loved ones – just warn them it’s pretty far out!
(Ha. But really it’s in Shoreditch … COME x x x)
Arsenal/Europcar Ad I Produced …
Also got to play ‘The Chav’, it’s my time to shine people … ahem …
Summer Motherisms …..
Here is a long overdue sprinkling of words I have heard my mother say over the summer, may they get you through the last of it ….
Mum is off to Ireland for a wedding, she is on the phone to my godfather, I overhear part of the conversation …
“Are you bringing your hairdryer? ….. Please do …. Good, so it’s not a flea pit then …”
Mum is reading me the news of the century, a bust up between a bearded Irish man and a lady on the Great British Bake Off. She begins …
“Bearded Irish man and … well, quite frankly a bearded woman … “
This one’s for computer nerds, mum wants to put all our family videos together in one space … in computer land …
Mum: Someone said I should put all those videos on a jpeg.
Me: I don’t think they said jpeg …
I then go to mock her but realize I’ve temporarily forgotten what a memory stick is called.
Mums on the phone to someone else talking about a lunch …
“Yes, well, Jade said I’d have fun but I have such a palsied view on mankind.”
I am completing my nocturnal routine and eating an entire packet of Jaffa Cakes …
Mum: You should have some porridge.
Me: YOU should have some porridge.
Mum looks at me aghast.
Mum: I DID have my porridge! I have my porridge every day!
I’m chopping Vegetables …
Mum: I’m thinking about becoming a nun, seriously.
Me: Me too, seriously.
Mum: But a proper nun, not one of these ones that walk about in denim habits and crocs.
Me: Would solve our accommodation problems.
Mum: Exactly ….
There’s a pause …
Mum: Or prison …
Me: Who’s to say we don’t have options.
Some prat is prattling on about Facebook on the television, mum talks over him …
“Facebook and X – Box to keep them quiet. Just like what the Romans said, “Bread and circuses to keep them quiet.”
We’re watching the tennis …
“One thing I really like about Murray is he doesn’t bloody grunt.”
Mum is looking through The Sunday Style …
“There’s too much of this ‘Shoreditch Sheen’ about. I’m very bored of it.
Mum is starting to take a religious view on morbid obesity …
“I don’t mind big or curvy, but when it comes to obesity, well, you’ve got to leave room for the Holy Spirit!”
We’re watching Countryfile or something like that, the presenter calls Yorkshire a “Sexy place” …
“Sexy place?! It’s Yorkshire, for Christ’s sake!”
We’re back watching the tennis, it’s tense. Mums obviously on Murray’s side …
“These guys are mentally there. Nothing rattles them … “
Murray misses a ball …
“… But Murray obviously hasn’t got his third eye in yet.”
We are putting out the recycling, mum is inspecting the packages for erroneous materials when she says ….
“The garbage men are going to be like “someone has a real Jaffa Cake problem here.’”
It’s night, a car backfires in the distance, it sounds a bit like a gun shot …
“Ah the rebels are at it again, re-taking the powerhouse that is Barnstaple.”
The Art of Living …
Ah, living. Being alive is pretty easy, most of it is done for us by our little bodies, but living, what an art that is. Life can dance along smoothly like violets bobbing in a window box. But Life also has a habit of kicking you in the teeth, then sometimes if you deserve it, rubbing your face in the mud, then if you let it, it’ll waterboard you in a puddle for a while until you forget what it is to breath, then, finally it’ll electro-shock you back to upright; where you’re left standing, confused, hurt but all of a sudden much more grateful for what is right in front you.
Here are some pointers from someone who refuses to learn the easy way ….
Read Anne Frank …
Just do it. Again if you read it at school. You will realise how much you have to learn about life and other people, and how much you have to be grateful for, no matter how little you have.
The tell-tell sign of a good person is …
When given a stick to beat you with, they simply, and with kindness, use it to help you clean up the mess you made.
Try and be that person and try and seek out those people. Trial and error here I’m afraid, my friends.
Be polite …
Passive aggressive politeness will do. It’s better than just rude.
Be grateful …
It is one of the hardest things to do sometimes, but you’re lucky just to be here. You’ve been plonked on earth and there is a lot of awesome stuff out there waiting for you, every single second.
Sometimes, as hard as it is to accept …
Love isn’t enough, if it isn’t enough.
Sexism is everywhere it only varies in it’s degrees …
… Look at the murders, the rapes, the hangings, the stonings, the abductions, the slavery. Look at the words used by “internet trolls” directed at J K Rowling in response to her opposition to Scotland’s independence, listen to how the man you love talks about women, listen to the words men use to hurt you, think about the CONTROL on however small or great a scale. Think about what being a feminist actually means. It means equality on a soul level, it means physical and emotional freedom, it means embracing what is is to be a woman and not letting anyone take advantage of that or take it away from you, and fighting for that right for all women, everywhere.
N.B. ‘Femen’, a “feminist” organisation who’s protesters get their boobs out and paint anti-Islamic slogans on them is run by a man. Make sense? Yes. A good way to combat sexism in Islamic countries? Er, no. Taking your bra off and shouting a lot isn’t very helpful, we’re smarter than that. Why don’t we stop using our bodies to prove our femininity and our right to be a woman and instead start using our minds? We’ve got complacent. Look around you and think about it. Then do something about it. We have to do something intelligent and considered about this. In developing countries it is obvious, in Westernised ones it is more cleverly disguised. Open your eyes.
You too guys.
Happy memories are often more painful to recall than sad ones …
You’ll probably feel this in a moment of sadness, so take comfort in that.
How did George Eliot write what she wrote, how did Isaac Newton discover all he did, how did Mozart create all he created, how did they all find the time to create what they did?
They spent time on their own.
Facebook …
There are of course exceptions, but for the most part, it is one massive ego trip, it is Ego Land. A haven for those who need constant attention and adulation and reassurance and … it will ruin us all. Sorry, I genuinely believe we’re all starting to go potty. We’ve lost a connect to the people who matter, to where we ARE. ON EARTH. NOT IN THERE. You are giving so much of yourself, so much energy to this blue and white world of adulation and intaginable connections that are not real; they are far, far less real than the dreams you have at night.
If you like writing hilarious status updates, why not write them down and do something with them instead of giving them to nothing but “likes”, if you think it’s a good way to connect, why don’t you call someone or send an email or, shit, even meet up in real time.
If you like photos of yourself and your friends so much, why not see who’s around when you’re upset next and take few. They’ll be of the people who matter, who’s opinions of the photos, sadly are probably of less interest than of people one barely knows, because you already know they care about you. But we want more, we want more love, more attention from more people, more, more. However, if you just like messaging people and flirting on it, well, stay on it. It is probably the easiest facade for it.
Facebook, man, seriously. Can you even remember what it was like before it? It was all slower and everyone did not have their own opportunity to be Justin Bieber, and everyone was better off for it.
Not that this will change a thing, it’s far too addictive. I know that, but I want you to know that. See you there.
Learn when it’s time to let go …
Or Life will slowly slip it from your grip anyway.
Guilt …
… Is a pointless emotion. Feel all the remorse in the world if you should, but move straight on to atonement, it is far more productive and positive.
Someone I know received some fan mail from a mad old man in America, it said …
… Be kind to the world.
Say No …
… Learn it, and teach it to your children and anyone you love. Sometimes it is the most loving thing to do, and sometimes it is yourself that needs loving.
Every day …
Is a blessing. Seriously. Look out your window, no matter what you’re doing, no matter what the view, no matter what you’re mood, this is magic.
You can’t always get what you want …
… Which is so monotonous, painful and disheartening, but that’s probably because what you want would be even worse for you.
Don’t take the piss out of life …
… Or it will take the piss out of you.
Sometimes the things that happen, or the things you do that are not perfect …
Are far more enlightening than the things that are.
What happened to humility, what happened to fidelity, what happened to respect, what happened to women sticking together, what happened to men respecting each other, what happened to kindness, what happened to patience, what happened to faith, what happened to forgiveness, what happened to gratitude, what happened to selflessness, what happened to grace, what happened to education …
… What happened to the world not being about you. Or me.
If you don’t like your situation …
… Change it. Simple as. You are NEVER trapped. The only chains are of your own making and only take you to break them.
When the going gets tough …
Some people run and some people stick around. Just know that when you have been left on your own in hard times, that you always would have been, it was just a matter of time. And this has saved some. Start again.
Mercy …
Maketh the man.
I say it everything I write but get away from it all and get out in nature and leave your bloody phone behind. Land is more magical than anything we could ever create, gives off the kind of energy that nourishes instead of drains.
Feel the full moon in you, feel the fire inside, speak with cool waters, see the innocence in men and bees. Fight for something GOOD. And believe in it.
Start now x