Today I discovered this video that captures New Yorker’s reactions to a fellow subway passenger falling asleep on their shoulder. It immediately took me back to a train journey S & I shared on holiday in Kyoto a couple weeks ago. They entire train car was giggling as this teenager, who must’ve been tuckered out after a long day at school, fell asleep on S’s lap. S kindly endured the weight of a stranger’s head on her leg for a few stops until we got off. Just as some of the kind stranger’s reactions exhibited in this film, S figured this young man needed a bit of rest, and it wasn’t going to kill her to provide her lovely lap as a pillow for his weary head. Random acts of kindness come in many forms, be it a helping hand or a cosy lap/ shoulder on which to catch a few z’s. Every moment is a chance to help someone.
As a child, I was convinced that I was going to be a marine biologist. Not that I had any idea of what this job actually entailed, all I knew was that it was one way of insuring I’d be able to hang out with whales and dolphins. At that point the closest I’d gotten to this was seeing them at Sea World and ‘adopting’ a humpback whale called Midnight. My room was painted an underwater ocean scene, complete with textured sand by my talented and generous big sister who had surprised me after I’d spent my summer away in Germany. This incredible footage of the rescue of a humpback whale brought back the memories of why I adored these magnificent creatures so much as a child (and still do). My career has followed a drastically different path, but I’m still hoping I’ll be able to swim with the dolphins at the very least someday. I hope you enjoy this video - you may even shed some tears of joy as I did (ok, what I did could better be described as bawling my eyes out).
It’s been nearly 3 months, so it’s high time I share the evidence that remains of the beautiful weekend that was had in the delightful Cotswolds. Ashby St. Ledgers is the sleepy village (this cottage to be exact) we awoke from its peaceful countryside slumber with our youthful spirit (read drunken singing, dancing & hot tubbing) that weekend, and I dare say that, as evidenced by the local farmer who stopped by to say hello, the village welcomed a bit of action to liven the place up for a short while. And they couldn’t have asked for a better group of Londoners to do so. Sometimes the cosmos and the planets align and this time, they brought a great group of people together who magically got on like a house on fire, ahem, cottage on fire. Until next time, Cotswolds!
Sometimes you have those moments where you just need to indulge yourself in a pat on the back. Today I experienced a mini milestone: I mowed a lawn for the first time ever. It may sound silly and ridiculous to many, but it took me until I moved into a flat with a very small garden (though very reasonably sized by London standards, where most live without any green space of their own at all) to mow a lawn. Is it the best, most beautiful job? No, I dare say it isn’t. But, I did it & that’s all that matters. Another tick on the ‘adult list’!
Amazing! I will be calling in my reservation as soon as this opens. Happy to see this sort of initiative. Hopefully it helps pave the way to prisoners’ rehabilitation and reintroduction into society, which is very much lacking these days and, I believe, a strong contributor to reoffender rates.
This interesting feature on the beloved Sriracha made it’s way to my inbox at an all too appropriate time… Ladies & gents, I am doing by best to keep a cold at bay, and anyone who knows me will be all to familiar with my love, nay, need, for all things spicy when I’m fighting a cold. When those nasty sneezes, scratchy throat, & sniffles begin to attack, I always counterattack with Sriracha. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy this delightful, spicy condiment far more often than just during cold & flu season and found these random facts on the number 1 ranked hot sauce in the the world highly amusing.
I’m very excited to share this sneak peek of what’s to come from the extraordinarily talented, Dan Vinci, leader of The Dandadda. This is just a smidgen of what my dear friend is capable of, and I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next (all created in our wonderful home of Brixton, London!).
According to the man himself, “This isn’t a specific genre. Not reggae. Not hip hop. Not rock. It’s a symbolic mash up of different cultures coming together - all built for the festival circuit & gonna be one hell of a party…” Music with no limits or boundaries that brings people together to party in harmony?! Sign me up!