I hate confessions

I hate confessions, there’s a reason why some things are meant to stay secret but nevertheless I will confess. I used to smoke. How loathsome, I know. I can’t stand to think about it now but it was a time defined by different cigarette brands. Chesterfields at 17 with my friend Artemis; Benson and Hedges at 20 at university and then Marlboro Lights for the rest of uni.

I never had an issue quitting. I didn’t struggle and could (and did) give up for months at a time. Not only were they expensive but they were also unhealthy. Ex-smokers are worse than ex-communists in their fanaticism and self-righteousness. I have little sympathy and much disgust for current smokers and think the best thing that happened was the elimination of smoking from pubs and bars and public eating establishments.

Another good thing, although not as good as banning cigarettes, is the plain packet campaign. Taking away the power of branding and advertising can only help and it has to stop people starting in the first place, as teenagers.

Smoking facts for kids

Protect our children. Visit the Plain Packaging Campaign for more information and to pledge your support.

I’m running the Bristol 10k tomorrow, two years after running the London Marathon and I haven’t smoked in years. The difference between lifestyles is incredible and I don’t mind confessing that if you are a friend and you smoke then you won’t be doing it around me or my daughter. The only thing missing from the plain packets campaign is a list of the ingredients in cigarettes, including nicotine, tar, and carbon monoxide, as well as formaldehyde, ammonia, hydrogen cyanide, arsenic, and DDT.

Maybe that will be next.

The tallest building in Bristol?

Two Bristolians have each respectively told me with a self-satisfied professional sense of pride that their building is the tallest building in Bristol. One was a lecturer at the University of Bristol and he was referring to the Wills Memorial building. The other was a Graham at a bar on Queen Square and he was talking about the former Robinson Building, 1 Redcliff Street.

I can see a certain sense of pride at the magnificence of the Wills Memorial but 1 Redcliff Street? Really?
Nevertheless, I remembered the conversations as I saw that refurbishment worth £350k has been completed at Redcliff Street which included the installation of new lifts and the upgrade of the ground floor lift lobbies at the 140,000 sq ft property.

1 Redcliff Street is owned by Scottish Widows Investment Partnership – Real Estate. CBRE and Collliers International are the joint letting agents of the building.

The Robinson Building, built in 1963, as the headquarters of packaging business E S & A Robinson was the first commercial tall building in Bristol but not important enough to be listed by the Department for Culture, Media and Sport when it was requested in 2007.

So there you go. A tall building was refurbished and yet it will still not be as exciting or impressive as the Wills building on Queens Road.

Bikini challenge

Do I, don’t I? I don’t know. I didn’t set out to lose weight or to firm up. I have instead gradually started paying attention to my food. I signed up to the Bristol 10k because I used to run and figured I could again and then tonight I found myself doing a workout from YouTube – something called Pop Pilates.

It was great and it hurt. It was the instructor from that who had just completed a bikini challenge and it inspired me.

So I’m thinking about it. Do I set out a bikini challenge to myself?

Mayfest

Mayfest is a little mind boggling and a lot amazing. A range of shows performed in various formats which will probably, nay undoubtedly, surprise over 10 days.

There is Magna Mysteria, an interactive series of magical events, which will happen across the city and over time, culminating in a showdown on the final day at a location near the train station.

I couldn’t tell you what the Blind Tiger is about: “Welcome to our lair. Take a seat, order a drink and see what happens.” Pay what you can if you want to go and are over 14.

For Motor Vehicle Sundown, take a seat in the last motor vehicle left on earth. This is an audio piece for two in a parked car in the middle of a busy city. £5 at the Trenchard Street Car Park.

Or invite people to your house and let the Avon lady come calling. If only I had nine friends. The idea of this one leaves me tingling. £120 for up to 10 people to join the Avon Lady in your own living room for a party with a twist. Avoncalling, theotherwayworks.co.uk.

This has been just a taste of what is available. There is plenty more.

Mayfest runs from 17 – 27 May. Mayfestbristol.co.uk, like @mayfestbristol on Facebook or follow @mayfestbristol on Twitter.

Hard tweeting and tit for tat

A comment by Jake Johnson about hard tweeting got me thinking:

Not all followers are the same. @Bristol_Culture has nearly 7000 followers and has only tweeted around 4200 times in the last two and a bit years. He mainly tweets links to posts on his blog and each one has an increased value because it provides more than just a tweets.

Is it strange to think of tweets having some sort of intrinsic value? They are a means of communication but that’s not all. J.S. Coleman first wrote about the value we give to social interactions and obligations and called this social capital. You do something for me, I do something for you, tit for tat*, etc.

Not all interactions are the same though and Granovetter wrote about weak and strong ties. Weak ties are things like networking and casual connections. They are the friends of friends who you meet at parties and they are more likely than not to find you a job because someone knows someone.

Strong ties are close friends and family. They are few, they are strong obligations and they are mostly mutual. So does it follow that the more followers, the weaker the links between them and the Tweetie, and then vice versa? I’m not so sure.

There has to be a level of followers reached before the Tweetie starts feeling the benefits of Twitter. The Retweets and the random comments. The crowdsourcing capabilities which in their exponential power are sometimes astonishing.

If you have 10 or 20 followers then you probably don’t see all that. With 100,000 or more you probably struggle to have conversations with the thousands of voices that respond to every tweet. It is all very interesting. No? Update: Do note @jakepjohnson’s follow up tweet which demonstrates that he is not in it just for the followers:

And an excellent point by @BristolBites:

To be continued?

Mersina at the laptop

*A surprisingly popular phrase in much of rational choice literature.

Cosmo, reopens

On the Wednesday that just passed I was enjoying a tasting menu from the Michelin starred Pony and Trap at the Eat Drink Bristol Fashion festival in a Tipi in Queen Square while the live act sang soothing Laura Marling tunes.

Three days later I was dodging elbows in the back and plates piled high with chips, while holding my 14-month-old-daughter, at Cosmo which has reopened on Clifton Triangle.

The pan-Asian restaurant provides a buffet of up to 120 dishes from nine countries including China, Japan and India. There used to be three sections in the first version of the restaurant although the curries were never particularly appealing as they swam in their soup-like sauces; the fried foods were passably good, and the Chinese dishes were mostly quite nice.

Around the time that buffet-extravaganza Za Za Bazaar opened on the Harbourside, Cosmo shut down and in the hands of new management took some time to transform itself. The seats used to be on the outer edges of the restaurant with the central floor space left for the food.

The new Cosmo sees every available space filled with seating and with the seating area at the back of the restaurant extended to provide more covers. They have increased the number of dishes and improved the curries.

There used to be more Asian-styled desserts with jellied mousses and individual cups of creamy sweets. This has now changed to slices of cake, fruit (including cherry tomatoes) and Summertime ice cream straight from the tub.

The perils of a buffet were made apparent as my daughter and I watched a bowl of very nice looking grapes be picked over and handled by one diner before he chose only one or two bunches. The profiteroles were from frozen and some were still ever so cold. The cakes were tasty though.

The renovations mean that the food space has expanded and the aisles narrowed. One row of warmed food tubs was made of only fried food like spring rolls, prawn toast and chicken dumplings. It looked like a sea of light beige. The Chinese dishes which used to be quite edible in a late-night-takeaway sort of manner had lost any of their charm and tasted vinegary and plain. Sauces were in big squirty bottles like mass catering offerings although more care had been taken with the Indian food.

There were fresh naan and a tandoor oven for the chicken which seemed colourful and not unpleasant. There was mango chutney and lime pickle for the fresh popadoms and the usual rices. The sushi bar is only open on Sunday lunch time and evenings but the food was already being prepared and looked as it should.

The whole experience was quite depressing and not just because it was a buffet prepared for the masses but because the previous incarnation was actually quite nice.

The lunch time price of £7.99 for adults and children 1.5m or less at £3.50 means that it is accessible to families and a cheap way to eat out. It’s a shame however when eating out equates to a rushed service, a poor selection of not very appetizing dishes and a cramped experience.

As Mersina and I were venturing back to our seats, Laura Marling started playing on the radio and I guess that’s the only time that this buffet style cattle market will have anything in common with the fine dining experiences available at the moment.

See the following blog post for my housemate’s experience at Cosmo of having to delete his photos from his camera phone.

Bristol Energy Cooperative looking for investors

A new cooperative in Bristol is raising money to set up solar energy sites on two buildings in the city centre. The not-for-profit Bristol Energy Cooperative is looking to raise £87,000 through a share offering and has already had an 82.4% pledge for the amount from 74 investors who can invest as little as £50. The returns are hoped to be up to 4% a year.

The initial investment has the following aims

• to buy 20kW of the solar PV installation on the roof of Hamilton House in Stokes Croft, and
• to install 19kW of solar PV on the roof of Knowle West Media Centre.

The share offer closes on 18 May.

Lovely Bristol, hashtag

The Twitter hashtag #lovelyBristol has me reminiscing and getting inspired about my fascinating little city. Share some thoughts if you like, the following are mine.

The places which hosted some lovely experiences: Flinty Red, Brandon Hill, the Grain Barge, the Harbourside, the aquamarine bridge just before the Pump House #lovelyBristol

drinks by the Arnolfini, scrambled eggs at the @wshed, a Ferry ride from the Cascading Steps, the Harbourside Market and the non-smiling man from what was Booty now to be called Makers #lovelyBristol

Tweetups and beer, wine and sherry taste-offs from the @BrisBeerFactory. Milk Stout and violet and rose chocolates from Guilberts. Samosas from St Nicholas Market, the (missing) jacks from Christchurch and St Ewan on Broad Street.

The seemingly neverending season of festivals. Toy Story 3 on Millennium Square by the Planetarium. Looking for Jupiter and Venus on the pointing direction thing by Las Iguanas. Avoiding Las Iguanas. Pero’s Bridge and the buskers who play Spanish guitar and jazz respectively.

Art at the Arnolfini and the Architecture Centre, theatre and performances at the Old Vic, the Wardrobe Theatre, the Hippodrome, the Brewery Theatre and Mayfest. Foodie blogs with reviews of nearly every restaurant in Bristol. National food writers such as Mark Taylor and Fiona Beckett who are based in Bristol but recommend and inspire places far and wide. Two Michelin starred restaurants. Both of them in Queen Square as we speak / read / write.

A stunning central library designed by Charles Holden, next to the Bristol Cathedral and with a view of the open expanse of College Green. The unicorns on the Council House which still remain a mystery, to an extent. The Old Duke on King Street, which the Old Duke actually visited one evening years ago, and the Apple cider boat which many Bristolians visit every day.

Book clubs at the central library, at the Waterstones on Union Street, book signings with authors. Pop-up: Wine tastings, restaurants, cafes, breads, and custard tart offerings.

What are your thoughts on #LovelyBristol?

Spamalot, review

Monty Python’s Spamalot has nothing to do with the internet or the status of your inbox. It is set over 1000 years ago and is a musical, which in its own parlance ‘farts in the general direction of other musicals’.

Lovingly ripped off from the performance of Monty Python and the Holy Grail it provides not only a parody of the Arthurian legend but also of other musicals and more often than not, of itself, too. The jokes and the witticisms will be familiar to Monty Python fans but there are twists and new additions and most of all there is the fun dancing and self-mocking songs such as The Song That Goes Like That Is.

The crowd are suckers for the classic set ups and they riproared with laughter and recognition at the knights of ni and then the knight who insisted he was merely suffering a scratch as he lost both arms and legs.

There was a dig at Samantha Brick and some praise and reverential singing towards the mighty fine city that is Bristol. You’d think the crowd would be a little more cynical, seeing as most of them were in their upper middle ages but perhaps they don’t get out much.

Marcus Bristocke, as King Arthur, and his companion Patsy, better known as Mark Fowler from Eastenders or Todd Carty, were the big names who got themselves put on the posters outside the theatre. They were ok but were massively upstaged by the rest of the cast.

The glamorous Bonnie Langford, as the Lady in the Lake, hammed it up with her magnificent voice and stole the show from a lot of the other performers. The dancers from the ensemble with their stunning costumes were quite spectacular and the dancing from the rest of the knights was very well done so some well deserved praise to choreographer Jenny Arnold.

Kit Orton as Lancelot was outrageously and wonderfully fantastic as the French Taunter who told King Arthur that his master already had the holy grail. What a giggle. He was great throughout the show and his energy never seemed to let up.

Great costumes, great choreography and so much fun. Spamalot is destined to be one of the best productions at the Hippodrome this year and remember, it is not about the internet, it is because they eat spam a lot. See?

At the Bristol Hippodrome until April 28.

I Love You, fading