It Is Just You, Everything's Not Shit

21st Century Dodos

2011-09-16T15:40:00.005Z

Hello everyone (which is probably just one or two people but hello nonetheless!)

This blog, as you may have noticed, has been dormant for some time. There is a (sort of) good reason for that. I have been working on a follow-up to It Is Just You, Everything's Not Shit and it is published at the end of the month.

21st Century Dodos is a collection of endangered inanimate objects. And other stuff.

Essentially I have compiled a list of stuff that is on the verge of extinction, or are already no more, and tried to come up with a fitting tribute. A fond farewell.

So we have typewriters, Texan bars, VHS tapes, Woolworths, Smarties tubes, usherettes, rotary dial telephones, white dog poo... oh, you get the idea.

It is a bit of a nostalgia-fest. I hope you enjoy it.

21st Century Dodos: A Collection of Endangered Objects (and Other Stuff) is published on September 29th. If you are in London on October 6th you'd be very welcome to come along to the launch. Details are here and also on Facebook.

Perhaps I'll see you there?

Equality

2009-10-21T13:42:00.001Z

One of the most inspirational and moving speeches I have ever heard.

The Digital Future

2009-08-19T19:47:00.004Z

Much as I thought my little book would have vanished without a trace after a year I am delighted to report that is has just been issued as an eBook.

Yes, that's right, you can now read me on the toilet - in digital form.

And what's more, my publisher The Friday Project has done something rather brave and set all of their eBook prices at £2.99 or below.

Which must be the reason it is selling!

You can download the book here.

Joy T-Shirt

2009-08-19T19:39:00.003Z

Sorry that I have been silent for so long. I am busy writing two different books and they both involve a lot of research but I felt moved to blog about this great idea from Canada.

Joy T-Shirts is a very simple concept with a remarkable aim - to change the world in five easy steps.

Select a portrait of someone you don’t know. Click on their thumbnail to read about them & to start building your shirt.
Customize your own T-shirt. All shirts are Sweatshop free and made from certified organic cotton or bamboo.
Wait for your marvelous Joy T-shirt to arrive in the mail. We ship our shirts all over the world.
Take a stand for Global Awarness: Wear your shirt and think about the person printed over your heart.
Upload your photo via the Participate link to have your photo drawn by hand and worn on the hearts of others!

And pretty soon the whole world will be thinking of one another.

Children Baking

2008-12-13T10:00:00.004Z

As I write this I am working on my laptop at the kitchen table. Around me, in a frenzied cloud of flour, my children are baking. Now, I know the results may not be to Michelin star standard and there might be a few mystery additional ingredients but no cake will ever taste better.

That Pine Fresh Scent

2008-12-07T16:04:00.003Z

The tree has been up and decorated for a couple of days. You come in from the cold after a bracing winter walk. The smell of pine needles hits you as you walk in the door.

Welcome to Christmas.

The Second Layer

2008-11-29T23:44:00.003Z

You have been enjoying the chocolates that you received for your birthday/were given by an admirer/bought for yourself, but they are going fast. Holes are appearing in the crinkly plastic tray. Round holes. Square holes. Triangles. Diamonds. Ovals. You have nearly finished them off.

But, oh sweet and gorgeous but...

You remove the plastic tray and, lo and behold, there is another identical layer of chocolates underneath. Double the fun. Applies equally as well to tins of biscuits.

Whoever originally had the idea of putting two layers into chocolate and biscuit boxes should be knighted. Canonised even. Let's raise a mug of tea and toast them, whoever they are.

Ladysmith Black Mambazo

2008-10-02T21:03:00.001Z

I find it impossible to listen to these guys without smiling.

They make a beautiful noise.

Smells That Spark Memories

2008-09-19T15:57:00.002Z

The other day I was walking through the lobby of an office building and a smell hit me from nowhere. It was a slightly fruity, chemical smell. A bit like shampoo, a bit like perfume. Suddenly I was transported back to my childhood and weekends round my friend's house. His parent's hallway had precisely the same small, or at least one so similar as to kickstart my memory.

I have no idea what the source of the smell was, either then or now, but it brought a smile and happy memories.

Rice Paper

2008-09-12T08:26:00.004Z

I realise rice paper isn't very exciting to jaded, world-weary adults such as ourselves, but remember the first time you came across it? Beautifully incomprehensible to a child - paper you can eat. An irresistible invention, especially the sweet variety. You probably ate loads, just like I did.

I used to write on it using food dye and a cocktail stick and then swallow the messages.

Beavering Away

2008-09-10T08:23:00.000Z

I have been quiet for a while, sorry. I am working on my new book, more on which shortly.

Feeding The Ducks

2008-07-22T11:48:00.003Z

Quite clearly bread is not a foodstuff that occurs in nature. It is man-made. So why it should be the snack of choice for ducks and swans, or quite how man first came to feed them baked goods, is beyond me.

What I do know is that a trip to the lake, pond, river or large puddle to feed the ducks never fails to entertain. It is therapeutic, relaxing, smile-inducing and just jolly good fun.

It is also an ideal way to dispose of stale bread.

Swimming In The Rain

2008-07-07T18:08:00.004Z

I dont know why, but it is the best type of swimming.

Apart from, perhaps, skinny dipping with Winona Ryder.

But that may be just me.

A Good Book

2008-07-05T09:56:00.003Z

Here is another mention of Fiona's book. This time with a lovely picture of the cover.

It gets a big thumbs up from me.

If you like your literature short and thoughtful then I would also recommend the wonderful sound of splinters poetry blog.

Guest Blogger: Fiona Robyn

2008-07-04T11:44:00.006Z

I am delighted to able to welcome Fiona Robyn, author of Small Stones: A Year of Moments as a guest blogger today. We share a similar philosophy on life and I hope you can take the time to check out her book and her blog.

Over to Fiona...

According to Steve, everything isn't shit. I happen to agree. I know because I try to look at things closely. I try to see at least one thing properly every day, and the result is my www.asmallstone.com blog and book. And when you look at something up close, putting your nose into peonies, listening hard to chaffinches, concentrating on the cold feel of the wooden floor against the soles of your feet, then they are definitely not shit. Sometimes the things I notice make me feel sad, or annoyed, or disgusted. More often than not they make me feel grateful, or curious, or fill me with awe. They are just ordinary things. And they are also all extra-ordinary. The only difference between something being shit, and something being rich and juicy and full of complexity, is how much attention we pay it. I call each of my daily mini-observations a 'small stone'. I hope my blog (or my book if you feel like treating yourself) will help you to notice your own small stones. Slow down - they're all around you!

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Do you ever find yourself rushing through your days with no time to pause and look around you? Do you pay attention to the smell of your coffee? Do you notice pigeons gulping from puddles?

This book contains 365 'small stones' - bite-sized truffles of poetry celebrating the extraordinary in the everyday and the ordinary. It will remind you to slow down and engage with your own world, because right here and right now is where the wonder is.

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11 month old Florence says look! every ten minutes there is something new to fill her up with awe

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She jumps off her bike and knocks the girl over, shouting and kicking her in the head and stomach. Men step in, pull them away from each other. Just further on, a pink pool of cherry blossoms lie under a naked tree. I pick one up, as if it might help. It has no scent. The tissue-thin petals are as soft as the soles of a baby’s feet.

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today I saved the life of a pocket-sized mouse - he had twitching whiskers and trembled in my hand

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papery pink pea-blossoms hover over the green of the field like stopped butterflies

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the moon is so transparent you could slip a thumb-nail under the edge and peel it from the sky

Unexpected Encounters With Nature

2008-06-30T16:31:00.004Z

Last weekend I was sitting in my living room watching the television when a blackbird walked in through the open door. It simply tottered along, had a look around, gave me a curious glance and then walked out again.

My smile lasted the rest of the day.

And While We're On The Subject Of Bread

2008-06-22T15:54:00.001Z

Sitting in the shopping trolley while your parents push you round the supermarket. They hand you a stick of French bread to hold. By the time you reach the tills it is hollowed out and your belly is full.

The Smell Of Freshly Baked Bread

2008-06-16T00:38:00.002Z

So good that it can add thousands to the value of your house.

Father's Day Special Offer

2008-06-06T12:56:00.003Z

It is Father's Day in the UK this coming Sunday and if you are struggling to find the perfect gift for your dad then why not give him a copy of my book. I will personally sign and dedicate each one with any message you wish.

And, for this week only they will cost a mere £5. Postage and packing are free. Just click on the button below.

I await the influx of orders!

Walking Barefoot On Grass

2008-05-31T11:11:00.003Z

Grass between your toes on a warm sunny day.

Cookie Cutters

2008-05-08T13:03:00.004Z

There is a certain pleasure to be had as you push the heel of your hand down and feel the give in the dough. A myriad of shapes to choose from. Stars, circles, letters, numbers, gingerbread men, gingerbread women.

But nothing is quite as wonderful as the cookies and biscuits they create.

Warm, sweet heaven.

Vanilla

2008-04-29T21:29:00.003Z

Ice Cream. Custard. Cheesecake. Body oil. Biscuits. Perfume.

It matters not.

All taste and/or smell lovely.

Except, perhaps, Vanilla Ice.

I've Been Blog-tagged

2008-04-22T13:57:00.003Z

Whatever that means! DJ Paterson was the culprit.

I think I know what I am supposed to do. I have to write down six random things about myself, which are:

I cannot whistle.
I was once driven to Manchester in a limo which Kate Moss and Sophie Dahl had just vacated.
During a regional radio interview, in which I was being beamed in from London, I was asked to pretend that I was live in the studio alongside Ruby Wax who had apparently recorded her contribution the day before.
I write complaint letters to all manner of businesses and organisations under an assumed name. Some of the complaints are about my own book or radio appearances.
I bake a mean banana loaf.
I can sleep through anything.

Then I need to tag six other bloggers. The poor, unsuspecting victims are:

Shedworking

Jamieson Wolf

Phat Beats and Shiny Paper

Thriving Too

Still Amazed

May December Home

Hope you don't mind guys. If you decide to play then here are the rules:

Link to the person who tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Write six random things about yourself.
Tag six people at the end of your post linking to their blog.
Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Hopefully it will send some of my readers your way. Enjoy!

The Perfect Hiding Place

2008-04-17T11:40:00.003Z

'1..2..3..4..5..'

You sprint from room to room in a quiet rush, looking, searching for the ideal spot.

'6..7..8..9..10..'

It needs to be large enough to conceal you completely but not so obvious that you'll be discovered straight away.

'11..12..13..14..15..'

It can't be somewhere too scary, like the cupboard under the stairs, or the monsters will get you.

'16..17..18..'

Come on, come on. There must be somewhere.

'19...'

Hang on. '20...'

Perfect!

'Coming, ready or not!'

And you stay there. Perfectly hidden. Until you hear that most wonderful of phrases:

'OK, I give up!'

Dice Poppers

2008-04-10T10:31:00.003Z

I am not sure I could explain to anyone how to play the board game Frustration. The rules are lost in the mists of time. I think it involves getting counters round a board and landing on your opponents.

But even though the strategies for success and subtle nuances of the game elude me, I recall only to well the joy of the dice popper. A plastic dome, the board game pre-cursor to the Eden Project, with a flexible base. You push down on the top and it makes the dice pop up, spin round, and display a new number. No more lost dice and a curious amount of pleasure.

They should manufacture them as stress relief toys.

Live & Direct

2008-04-09T14:34:00.004Z

I will be appearing on Radio 5 Live tonight at about 11pm. It is a phone-in about a new survey which suggests that 30 years of economic growth has made us no happier. My argument is that happiness has very little to do with economic growth, it is the small things in life that make us smile. Do listen out for me if you are at a loose end.

A Field Full Of Daisies

2008-04-09T06:44:00.002Z

Like a million stars sprinkled across a lush green sky.

Or the biggest collection of fried eggs you'll ever see.

The stuff of poetry.

Balloon Animals

2008-04-08T15:50:00.004Z

I can make balloon animals. Actually, if I am being entirely honest, I can make one balloon animal. In a variety of ways. My area of expertise is the sausage dog. It is the easiest of balloon animals. Two twists and you are done.

What is great about it is that it never fails to impress. Need to make a child smile? Twist off a sausage dog and hand it over. Works on grown-ups too. Although I wouldn't recommend it on a first date.

The Sugar At The Bottom Of The Cup

2008-04-06T17:21:00.004Z

When you are a kid and start drinking tea for the first time you tend to be permitted plenty of sugar without the guilt that grown-ups have. When you get to the end of the cup, assuming mum or dad haven't stirred it properly (often on purpose), there is a surprise stash of undissolved sugar. This syrup is liquid gold and can only truly be consumed by sticking your finger in.

Those Nice People At Innocent

2008-04-03T21:41:00.003Z

Those nice people at Innocent sent me two of their books. One is a business book that takes a look at their history and philosophy. The other is a recipe book for smoothies. Both are great, although I must confess that the smoothie one has been the most thumbed so far.

I sent copies of IIJYENS to most of the people featured within its pages and a remarkable number of them wrote back. Sir David Attenborough, James Alexander Gordon, The Pudding Club and now Innocent. I must confess I did hope that Heston Blumenthal would offer me a free meal at The Fat Duck but it was not to be.

Oh well, always best to aim high.

And apparently my book is being kept in the gents loo at Fruit Towers. Brilliant.

Facebook

2008-03-18T08:14:00.005Z

I am on Facebook!

I can't pretend to know much about it, or even how to use it, but lots of my readers have been telling me I should join so I have got off my backside and done just that.

So, what next?

If you are also on Facebook and fancy poking me or prodding me or whatever it is you do there then do feel free.

Children Reading

2008-03-16T14:12:00.004Z

Watching your kids reading alone for the first time. Comfy on the bed or on the sofa, their fingers tracing the words, they lips mouthing each sound with a whisper. So engrossed they don't know you are watching. You smile with the knowledge that they have unlimited worlds in front of them in the years to come.

Birdsong

2008-03-14T17:32:00.002Z

I am sitting in my armchair by the window as I type this. Dusk is descending in lazy fashion and the window is open to let in the early evening air. Birds flit from tree to telegraph wire and sing their songs as they do so. All is good in the world.

Fristy Frosty Mornings

2008-02-12T09:30:00.000Z

As a good friend of mine calls them. Those beautiful crisp mornings, just like this morning, where everything is silver gilted with delicate white frost.

Peeling Satsumas

2008-02-02T11:25:00.000Z

And trying to create one unbroken spiral of peel.

Any peelable fruit or veg will do but I prefer satsumas as they leave your fingers fish-scaled with glitter.

Relaxing After A Hard Day's Work

2008-01-26T15:11:00.000Z

You have been on manual labour mode all day. Perhaps you've been digging the garden, building a brick wall, doing some serious DIY or renovations. Whatever it is, you've been working bloody hard and at the end of they day you have five minutes to catch your breath. You sit down into a nice comfy armchair and close your eyes for a few seconds.

9 times out of 10 you will be fast asleep before you know it, but however you spend it this chill out time is some of the best there is. A rest is better when well-deserved.

The Bit In The Song Where The Gospel Choir Kicks In

2008-01-12T14:35:00.000Z

2 minutes and 52 seconds into All These Things That I've Done by The Killers a gospel choir starts to sing and elevates the song from a cracking rock tune into something that makes you want to move mountains.

Add a gospel backing to any song and I am completely at its mercy. The history of popular music is littered with examples. No matter what your personal taste there will be one for you.

I am not religious and never will be but if anything was going to convert me it would be this.

Oh happy day!

Blossom In January

2008-01-10T09:26:00.000Z

Walking through a local formal gardens last weekend I saw the beginning of blossom on some of the trees. They carry with them the promise of spring.

Satisfied Readers

2008-01-06T21:08:00.000Z

Now that Christmas is over, and many of the people who received my book as a gift have started to read it, my inbox is starting to fill up with lovely emails from people who have enjoyed my humble offering.

There was one from someone who had been quite depressed since a death in the family and my book helped her to pick herself up; another from a teenage boy who read his father's copy and wanted to say how much it amused him; and today one from someone who has been inspired to purchase an Eglu and visit a Landmark Trust property.

I am bloody chuffed to tell you the truth.

NaNaDaMo

2007-12-31T15:20:00.000Z

Oh, I like this idea. I like it a lot. Friend of this blog Barb, over at May December Home, has pronounced January as National Nap a Day Month. As an ardent supporter of the nap I am fully behind this wonderful scheme. Now, where is my pillow?

Leftover Sandwiches

2007-12-27T21:45:00.000Z

Turkey and cranberry sauce stashed between two thick slices of crusty bread. Slivers of ham with pickles. Stuffing. Onions. Bacon. Sausages.

It doesn't really matter what goes in it, a sandwich made from Christmas leftovers is one of the finest meals known to man. Or woman. Or child.

Enjoy.

The Night Before Christmas

2007-12-24T09:56:00.000Z

The presents are wrapped. The house smells of pine needles and cinnamon. The sound of sleigh bells can be heard off in the distance.

The air is buzzing with expectation.

Thank you all for supporting my blog and my book this year. You have all been very good so Santa will certainly bring you everything you wished for.

A very Merry Christmas to you and yours.

Signing Books

2007-12-23T15:08:00.000Z

I was doing some last minute shopping today and popped into my local bookstore where I saw someone flicking through my book. I couldn't resist going up to her and confessing that I was the author. I offered to sign it for her if she was buying it as a gift. She accepted and before I knew it I had a queue of people wanting the same. I sold six copies in as many minutes. I should have stayed there all day.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Jamieson Wolf

2007-12-19T08:26:00.000Z

I am guessing that this might be the final leg on my world tour (although if anyone else wants to host a visit then do shout). It has been amazing and most humbling to be invited to appear on the sites of so many people all over the world.

So today I land at the blog of Jamieson Wolf. I hope you can find the time to pay it a visit.

This Morning

2007-12-16T14:36:00.000Z

Watching as our eight-year-old son walks to my bookshelf and selects something to read.

Good job he didn't go for Lady Chatterley's Lover.

What A Wonderful World

2007-12-15T13:00:00.000Z

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: This Writing Life

2007-12-14T20:14:00.000Z

Dr Ian Hocking has kindly hosted me on his This Writing Life blog just before he pops off to India. It would be good to see you there.

Reviews!

2007-12-13T10:50:00.000Z

Following my exciting excursion into the world of headphones with my radio interviews is has been the turn of the press and television to cheer (or boo) about the book.

Al Gore's Current TV ran this exciting review, complete with a picture of me, in both the UK and the USA. International superstardom surely awaits.

Martin Rowson in The Independent featured the book in a round up of humour titles for Christmas and called it 'far too long and not particularly funny'. Seems that he is precisely the sort of chap the book was written for. Give it time to work its magic Martin, you will cheer up eventually.

And Sam Leith in the Telegraph mentions the book and reckons it is 'the opening salvo in a philosophical ping-pong game'. Well, he may be right I guess.

Finally, The London Paper picked It Is Just You, Everything's Not Shit as one of its recommended Christmas stocking fillers. Hurrah!

It's A Wonderful Life

2007-12-10T19:02:00.000Z

George Bailey, a young family man who has spent his life serving others, finds himself on a bridge outside his hometown of Bedford Falls contemplating suicide. He faces financial ruin because of one silly mistake, something that isn’t even his fault, and his world appears to be falling apart. Suddenly he sees someone fall into the river and he jumps in to save them. That someone turns out to be Clarence, an angel (second class) sent to earth to help George at his hour of need. When George wishes he had never been born, Clarence makes that wish come true and takes him on a tour of Bedford Falls, a very different town without the influence of George Bailey.

So goes the basic premise of It’s A Wonderful Life, one of the most treasured films in cinema history. To the outsider, or unfamiliar, it may seem a little trite or sentimental, but that would be a mistake. Frank Capra’s classic movie is actually quite dark and sinister, many people forget the depths of despair that George Bailey is driven to, but it needs to be bleak and melancholy as that makes the final redemption all the more striking, all the more effective.

When first released in 1946 it was a commercial flop, losing money for the studio and the CIA considered it a subervisive, pro-Communist movie. As a result it wallowed in obscurity for many years. Its enduring legacy is actually down to an administrative error. The movie was accidentally allowed to fall out of copyright which meant that American TV stations could broadcast it for free and as a result it became a staple of Christmas viewing during the 60s and 70s, elevating it to classic status. It now ranks as #1 in the American Film Institute’s list of Most Inspirational Films.

Haiku

2007-12-07T16:24:00.000Z

Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry which follows a strict structure but is intended to prompt an emotional response from the reader. Each haiku follows a 5-7-5 syllable structure. In the original Japanese it would usually be written as one line, but when translated into English it tends to be rendered into three.

The best definition of the motivation behind writing haiku can be found in The Haiku Handbook by William J. Higginson:

‘It is hard to tell you how I am feeling. Perhaps if I share with you the event that made me aware of these feelings, you will have similar feelings of your own’

Traditional haiku would normally take nature as its subject, often with the poet observing a natural phenomenon of some kind. It would also feature a prominent grammatical break at the end of the first or second line. A good example is this haiku:

Furu ike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto

This was written by Basho, one of the most famous and revered haiku poets. He lived from 1644-1694 and began writing haiku at the age of 18. His work contains some of the most beautiful and thought-provoking poetry of any culture and the haiku above is one of the most famous in Japanese literature. It has been translated many times by a variety of translators but this version, by R.H. Blyth:

The old pond.
A frog jumps in –
the sound of the water.

Haiku is no longer exclusive to Japanese and has been embraced worldwide. In the process it has shed some of its formalities so that nowadays most English language haiku simply follows the 5-7-5 structure but does not stick to the theme of nature or include the grammatical break.

I have to tell you –
everything is not shit,
so, it is just you.

Live From Our London Studio

2007-12-06T21:35:00.000Z

I am in the middle of a flurry of radio interviews at the moment. I appeared on Dave Barrett's show on BBC Radio Bristol on Tuesday. He tactfully referred to my book as It Is Just You, Everything's Not Poo throughout.

I will be live on the Ian Timms show on BBC Radio Cumbria at 9.30 tomorrow morning followed by a 10.45 appearance on BBC Kent (oh the magic of broadcasting). I then do a pre-recorded interview for BBC Humberside in the evening.

On the 21st I will be guest on The Tessa Dunlop Show on BBC Radio London and I am also booked on to Radio 5 Live for Christmas Eve.

Oh the busy life of the celebrity author!

Rainbows

2007-12-06T09:21:00.000Z

Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. A rainbow is caused when sunlight is dispersed through water, usually raindrops but they can occur at waterfalls as well. Acting like a prism, the drops of water refract the light from behind. The various wavelengths are bent at slightly different angles which causes an optical effect for the viewer which we know as a rainbow.

But we don’t care about all that. We just like spotting them. The pleasure of finding one in the sky does not seem to diminish with age, a bit like the excitement of hearing an ice cream van.

I once saw a double rainbow, one beneath another, and stood motionless getting gradually more wet until a third rainbow appeared below the second. A moment I shall never forget.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Still Amazed

2007-12-05T18:46:00.000Z

I am California Dreaming today as my world tour hits the Golden State care of the lovely Cynthia and her Still Amazed blog. Cynthia's post are always worth a read, and often provide real food for thought, so I count myself very lucky to appear on her pages. I have written a guest post for her about my fan mail. Well, sort of.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Me & My Big Mouth

2007-12-04T18:20:00.001Z

Badass of the publishing world, and a man who put Tim Adams' nose well and truly out of joint, Scott Pack has deigned to host my latest tour visit. And he has really gone for it with a Q&A, pics, video and voting forms.

Yee-ha!

Last Day Of Term

2007-12-04T09:02:00.000Z

No uniform and you can bring in a toy. Halcyon days.

Chinese Chips

2007-12-03T10:36:00.000Z

Obviously it is a bit silly to order chips from a Chinese takeaway but if you have ever done so you will know that the Chinese have a secret magic recipe. Somehow their chips taste nicer than any others. I have no idea how they prepare them, and I have never thought to ask. Perhaps they cook them in a wok. Whatever it is they do, it elevates the chipped potato to a whole new level.

Add some curry sauce and heavenly pleasures await.

Advent Calendars

2007-12-01T08:15:00.000Z

This post appeared earlier in the year but today feels the right day to repeat it for some reason. Can't think why.

Why restrict the joy of Christmas to one solitary day when you could extend it to cover the 24 preceding ones as well? All you need to do is hang up a sheet of cardboard with little windows cut into it. Easy.

For some reason, pulling open the little hinged flaps to reveal the picture or - if you are middle-class and not related to a dentist - chocolate hidden behind is a minor miracle every December morning. Just watch as parents volunteer to help children who are having trouble getting their’s open.

The first advent calendar was made in either Austria or Germany in the early part of the 20th Century. The Austrians and Germans can’t seem to decide who got there first, while the rest of the world think of them as pretty much the same country anyway so aren’t that fussed. Before printed calendars families would light an advent candle (some still do) or mark the 24 days off with chalk marks on the fireplace (slightly less popular now).

Fascinating Fact #5

2007-11-30T09:44:00.000Z

Despite the protests of Columbo’s star and creators, NBC produced a show called Mrs. Columbo in 1979. It featured the crimestopping adventures of the lieutenant’s supposed wife and starred Kate Mulgrew who later went on to captain the USS Enterprise in Star Trek: Voyager. Unsurprisingly it was cancelled after one season.

Columbo

2007-11-30T09:38:00.000Z

Peter Falk’s portrayal of the seemingly hapless LAPD homicide detective Lieutenant Columbo has become one of the most popular character performances in television history. With its genre-breaking format – the audience know the identity of the killer from the outset – the show became hugely popular during the 1970s although the pilot episode was shot as far back as 1968. In fact the character of Columbo dates from much earlier, having appeared in a one-off TV drama in 1960, written by creators Richard Levinson and William Link. In that live broadcast Columbo was played by Bert Freed.

Although it had a unique approach to the cop show format, the makers of Columbo were not averse to the world of cliché and the programme built up its own repertoire over the years, much to the delight of fans and aficionados. Enthusiasts revel in hearing Lt. Columbo utter his catchphrases ‘just one more thing’ or ‘about that alibi of yours’, watching him trying to find somewhere to stub out his cigar or parking his battered old Peugeot really badly.

The original 70s series featured a cornucopia of special guest stars including William Shatner, Robert Culp, Johnny Cash and Leonard Nimoy but was also a breeding ground for significant talent behind the screens as well – John Cassavetes, Jonathan Demme and Stephen Speilberg all directed episodes.

Now a staple of weekday afternoon television, Columbo continues to find new audiences every year and its appeal looks likely to go on for many more years to come.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: May December Home

2007-11-29T21:14:00.000Z

I am repeatedly surprised and amazed that so many complete strangers are offering to spread the word about my blog and book. May December Home is my latest stop.

It is remarkable also quite how diverse these various blogs are. It seems that everyone wants to celebrate the nice things in life.

And that is just how it should be.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Damian McNicholl

2007-11-28T18:17:00.000Z

Damian McNicholl is a fellow Friday Project author, his book A Son Called Gabriel is published next year and looks great. He is my host today over at his blog. As a Northern Irish ex-pat living in the States his blog is a fascinating read.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Shedworking

2007-11-26T16:39:00.001Z

The fine upstanding chap that is Alex at Shedworking posted a leg of my world tour and I didn't actually mention it here. Terribly rude of me and I shall make amends forthwith.

Internet Community

2007-11-26T10:38:00.001Z

One thing the internet has brought back into many of our lives is a sense of community. It may be a shame that this huge impersonal technological beast was the catalyst for this rediscovery but that would be a petty quibble – it is nice to have it back.

Newsgroups, discussion forums, message boards, support sites, chat rooms, blogs, MySpace, social networking, there are a myriad of sites that invite our involvement. We are communicating with large groups of individuals on a daily basis and, on the whole, our lives are being enriched as a result.

On Amazon, other readers will tell you what they thought of the books they bought and you can see what other titles they like to read. On social networking sites people are brought together based on their interests, the music they like, the places they visit etc. Support forums can be saviours. I recently had a problem with my laptop, posted a question on a computer support forum and 6 people quickly responded with suggestions and advice. Two of them kept helping out, offering detailed step-by-step instructions, until the issue was resolved. I have never met these people, I don’t even know their real names. They had nothing to gain from helping out, it was just a nice thing to do.

Sailing By

2007-11-24T09:24:00.000Z

If you have ever been awake in the wee small hours and listening to Radio 4 then you will know this piece of music. Sailing By was composed in 1963 by Ronald Binge and is played at the end of domestic broadcast schedule each night, just before Radio 4 hands over to the World Service. It has lulled millions to sleep over the years, many of whom were up in arms when it was taken off air in 1993. The natural order of things was reinstated two years later when the powers that be saw sense and brought it back on to the schedule.

First Snow Of Winter

2007-11-23T13:14:00.000Z

A few years ago I was working in an office in a fairly dull area just outside London. It was an unremarkable day and the clock was ticking slowly. And then it started to snow, a real blizzard. Within a few minutes the car park was full of every Australian, New Zealander, African and South African that worked in the building. They were outside throwing snowballs and building snowmen with huge beaming grins and increasingly red noses. For many of them this was the first time they have ever seen snow. It took me back to my childhood (I am sure it snowed more then) and reminded me of the excitement of the first snow of winter.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Mother At Large

2007-11-21T12:01:00.000Z

Will it never end? I hope not. The world tour continues with a visit to Mother At Large, a fellow Friday Project author.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Thriving

2007-11-20T21:26:00.000Z

And here I am again at the official blog of thriving.org, a lovely organisation that I have mentioned on these pages before.

You can read my conversation with Tessy and find out how I deal with groupies.

Japanese Cool Stuff

2007-11-19T15:22:00.000Z

The rest of the world looks on in wonder at the weird, wonderful and just plain cool stuff that comes out of Japan. Whether it be computer electronics (it was the country that bought us Space Invaders and almost every other major computer game development since) or green tea flavoured Kit-Kats, robot dogs or manga, Japan churns out the most amazing things. We look on from afar, slightly amused but secretly quite jealous.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Girl Friday

2007-11-18T12:06:00.000Z

I am really milking this thing for all it is worth with an appearance at my publisher's blog. Clare Christian founded The Friday Project in 2005 and has searched the web ever since to find great ideas for books.

Presumably she was having an off day when she signed me.

Anyway, if you nip over to her blog and correctly predict which of a list of ten entries from the book is my absolute favourite then you can win a prize. Lucky you.

Britain's Grumpiest Celebrity: The Vote

2007-11-14T22:27:00.000Z

Who do you think is the grumpiest celebrity in Britain? Just select from the list below (and you can pick more than one if you want) to have your say. And your vote counts. The top ten in a month's time will all be sent a copy of my book to cheer them up. Lucky blighters.

more at twiigs.com...

Jumping The Queue

2007-11-14T08:39:00.000Z

Legitimately, of course. You know what it is like. A trip to the supermarket for a loaf of bread or some loo roll and you are stuck in a winding queue for the till behind an old lady who appears to be doing her annual shop or stocking up for a nuclear attack. You start to think of ways you can make a sandwich without bread or alternatives to toilet paper as you really cannot be bothered to wait so long and then the woman in front spies your paltry load and allows you in front of her. Soon everyone else follows suit and, before you know it, you are pocketing your change and waving your thanks to everyone as you wend your merry way full of love for your fellow man (and woman).

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Sarah Salway

2007-11-13T11:15:00.000Z

The hospitality of fellow bloggers has been one of the most heartwarming things about my virtual book tour and today I am being hosted by the author Sarah Salway. I have been on my best behaviour. Hope you enjoy it.

Don't forget, if you would like to host a leg of the tour just drop me a line at stevestack@hotmail.co.uk.

Taiwanese Notebook Slogans

2007-11-12T09:43:00.000Z

Not just Taiwan actually, this is a trait of notebooks all over the Far East. Manufacturers of stationery in this part of the world like to put cheerful happy slogans on notepads, and they tend to do it in English. All of those listed below are actual slogans from notebooks and pads, I am not making any of them up.

Whatever you write on them is bound to be bright and happy.

The earth gave me dream and one lovely racoon, I know I was the luckiest man alive.

Hopes me to open the eye form the morning, goes to sleep until the evening, one all is all day fills happiness and the hope.

May the lucky star keep shining on you. A smile walked with a friend contains only a hundred steps.

If you want, I’ll be the wind for your stifling heart.

In this peaceful time I say your name, the wind answers and smile.

Owning this is one of my greatest enjoyments.

Wishing you a day that begins and ends on a delightful time.

The good mood is a vitamin pill for the soul.

There appears to be no commercial reason for doing this, they are just there. Beats a trip to Rymans any day.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Three Beautiful Things

2007-11-12T09:34:00.001Z

The Three Beautiful Things blog shares much the same philosophy as my own, only it is far more poetic and inspiring than my effort. So it makes me very proud to be able to stage the next leg of my ongoing world domination tour at the site.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Caroline Smailes

2007-11-11T17:36:00.001Z

Caroline Smailes, author of the remarkable debut novel In Search Of Adam, is the host of the next leg in my world tour. She has posted up a series of emails we sent each other on the subject of happy things and sad things.

Read all about it at her wonderful blog.

Poppy Day

2007-11-11T10:17:00.000Z

There are only a handful of people walking this earth who fought during the First World War and every year that passes leaves us with fewer survivors of the Second. In today’s cynical and materialistic culture it perhaps wouldn’t be surprising to see the younger generation ignore Remembrance Day but given the numbers of teenagers and children who wear their poppies with pride we can be safe in the knowledge that, even when all those brave men and women are gone, we will remember them.

The Archers' Theme Tune

2007-11-10T21:16:00.000Z

Tum ti-tum ti-tum ti-tum
tum ti-tum ti ta tum

Even if you don’t listen to The Archers, or even Radio 4, you can probably hum the opening bars of the theme tune. One of the most instantly recognisable pieces of music in contemporary culture, it has heralded the start of this agricultural soap opera since it began in 1950. A particularly joyful ditty, Billy Connolly once suggested it should be adopted as the UK’s national anthem.

The original composition is called Barwick Green, written by Arthur Wood. It is taken from his suite My Native Heath where it features as a maypole dance. And perhaps that explains the enduring appeal: to have a jaunty country tune explode onto the airwaves immediately after a depressing news report can put the supposed ills of this world into perspective.

Letter Writing

2007-11-09T16:46:00.000Z

Sort through your post on any morning, throw out the junk mail, put the bills to one side, and what are you left with? Probably nothing. As little as ten years ago, your postman would have been delivering letters, not Boden catalogues.

If you are unfamiliar with letters, they are a form of communication involving the written word. Normally an individual would write down some thoughts and news onto sheets of paper using a pen, pop it into an envelope and send to a friend or relative, or anyone else they cared to correspond with. It was a bit like an email, only slower.

I am a staunch defender of the internet but there is one big drawback: people hardly write letters anymore. Finding a handwritten letter on your doormat is as rare as a four-leaf clover or spotting a red squirrel anywhere other than the Isle Of Wight.

Email and instant messaging has made communication quicker and easier than ever before and has removed the need for letters at all in many cases. This is a real shame as there are few pleasures more personal than writing a letter, or receiving one for that matter. We must all know at least one person who would appreciate a short note through the post, if we all wrote one after reading this entry then we would be passing on a small piece of friendliness.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: I Beati

2007-11-09T12:59:00.000Z

Now this is quite exciting. I have been offered a residency at the inspiring I Beati blog. I will be appearing regularly there between now and Christmas. I hope to see you there.

Oh, and next Monday I will be guesting at the Three Beautiful Things blog, so mark that in your diaries.

Future appearances include trips to see Caroline Smailes, Clare Christian, Damian McNicholl, Mother At Large and Sarah Salway. Dates to be confirmed asap.

This is all rather fun.

Last Page Of A Good Book

2007-11-08T22:47:00.000Z

Ideally we are talking well over 600 pages, perhaps pushing a thousand. Something epic, a tome which has taken weeks and months to complete. Think The Iliad, think Ulysses, think Proust. The sense of achievement, the depth of knowledge and poetry you have absorbed, the selfish pleasure at actually having completed it, is immense. You can keep your marathons and your cross-channel swims, give me Don Quixote any day.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Phat Beats and Shiny Paper

2007-11-08T17:36:00.000Z

And the tour bus moves on to the really rather attractive and delightful surroundings of the Phat Beats and Shiny Paper blog. Eri, my host, has done a wonderful job of sprucing up my Q&A sessions and making it look darn interesting. I hope you can pay it a visit and I am pretty sure you will bookmark her site once you do.

Onwards and upwards.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Blooking Central

2007-11-07T11:11:00.000Z

OK, so not strictly a tour date but I make an appearance at the Blooking Central blog today. Call it an impromptu acoustic set if you like. A bit of busking.

The Everything's Not Shit Tour: Writing In A Vacuum

2007-11-07T08:27:00.000Z

So, the virtual tour is off and running with a Q&A session at Jon Mayhem's blog. Do pop over.

What Happens On Tour Stays On Tour

2007-11-06T14:54:00.000Z

I am going on tour.

In the coming days and weeks the Steve Stack roadshow will be appearing at a variety of blogs and websites. I shall be spreading the word that life is really not all that shit after all.

If you are interested in hosting a leg of this momentous tour then drop me a line!

Harold & Maude

2007-11-05T09:18:00.000Z

A 20-something young man with an obsession for death. A woman pushing 80 with a thirst for life. They meet. They fall in love. They end up in bed together. You know, the typical rom-com.

Harold & Maude was released in 1971 and was a commercial flop but in the nearly 40 years since then it has been elevated to classic status. The US Library Of Congress selected it for preservation in 1997.

If you have never seen this film then get off your backside and do so soon, it will change the way you look at life. If you have then you are probably smiling right now at the thought of it.

Do Me A Favour

2007-11-04T08:42:00.000Z

As of yet, no one has reviewed my book on Amazon. I know that the book is selling quite well and that quite a few of those sales are through Amazon.

Do me a favour, if you are feeling charitable, pop on over to my book's page on Amazon and stick up a review. It would be nice to see what people think of it.

Thanks. Happy Sunday!

Journey Home

2007-11-03T14:51:00.000Z

The greatest journey on earth is not the Trans-Siberian Railway, or trekking across the Himalayas. Nor is it being pulled in a sled by huskies through the Arctic wastes, or to the Galapagos and its isles of wonder. The greatest journey on earth is the one that takes you home. Simple as that.

The Sound Jelly Makes

2007-10-31T11:24:00.000Z

Onomatopoeia is a wonderful concept but no word has been invented that can adequately describe the sound that jelly makes when it comes out of the mould, or when the first spoonful is dished out.

Thlurp!
Schlorb!
Floomp!

See, it can’t be done.

Good Hair Days

2007-10-30T08:03:00.000Z

We hear a great deal about Bad Hair Days but these are, thankfully, few and far between. It is their scarcity which ensures they are remarked upon. Which means that the majority of days must be Good Hair ones. We should stop and celebrate that once in a while in our own small ways.

Signed Books

2007-10-18T07:10:00.000Z

STOP PRESS. How about this for a Christmas present? I will personally sign a copy of my book with any message or dedication that you wish and send it to you, or a chosen recipient, with free postage. You can make the message as pleasant, rude or insulting as you like. 'Cheer up you grumpy bastard' may be one way to go, 'Merry Christmas my miserable husband' may be another. It doesn't have to be rude, of course, but if it is going to be then have fun with it!

There is a Google checkout button below which enables you to pay safely by credit card. The price is £9.99. Just specify when you order what message you would like me to write. Or email me at stevestack@hotmail.co.uk if you prefer.

Britain's Grumpiest Celebrity: The Nominations

2007-10-15T15:25:00.000Z

Your blogger needs you!

In the coming weeks I am going to conduct a poll to find Britain's grumpiest celebrities. Anyone who visits this blog can nominate a celebrity, politician, or well-known person they would like to see on the list and I will then set up an online vote to determine the winner. I was thinking of having about 30 celebs to choose from and then the Top 10 would each receive a copy of It Is Just You, Everything's Not Shit for Christmas to cheer them up a bit.

So at the moment I am just seeking nominations. Please leave a comment with one or more suggestions and then I will set up an online vote. All in good fun, of course.

To get the ball rolling here are a few I have thought of already:

Gordon Ramsay
Jeremy Paxman
John Humphrys
Peter Allen
Sheila Hancock
Janet Street Porter

All nominations very welcome!

Inbox

2007-10-14T09:07:00.000Z

I am delighted, and not a little proud to report that I received this letter in the post last week. I have sent copies of my book to many of the people featured and hearing back from this particular individual was a great thrill. I will kid myself that he is keeping his copy in his loo.

Sir David Attenborough

2007-10-14T08:13:00.000Z

Sir David Attenborough is worthy of two entries in this book - one for his remarkable body of work and another for the wonderfully soothing effect of his voice – but I shall combine both here.

He has been broadcasting on television since 1954 and his career since then has spanned 20 separate series, with a 21st currently in production, and countless individual documentaries. His perceptive, empathetic and enthralling commentary to each of these programmes has been one of the major factors in their enduring quality and generations of children and adults have grown up listening to his voice. He has informed, educated and delighted an entire nation.

Discovering Water

2007-10-07T08:50:00.000Z

There is a sudden rush of pleasure when you accidentally come across a stretch of water. You are out walking through the countryside and find a pond or stream that you weren’t expecting, or better still a lake or river (although if it is the latter then you really need to hone up your map reading skills). I was once walking the grounds of a stately home and found a waterfall, a good 30 feet tall, that I had no idea was going to be there. Magical.

Lenticular Stuff

2007-09-25T09:52:00.000Z

When I was a child I used to have a lenticular ruler. A 12 inch strip of flexible plastic with pictures of dinosaurs. When you moved it from side to side the dinosaurs raised their heads, walked to the left, munched on some leaves or attached an unwitting victim. It would keep me amused for ages and it is a proven scientific fact* that males of all ages are magnetically attracted to anything that displays a lenticular effect.

Technology has since taken lenticular engineering to new heights and it isn’t just rulers nowadays, oh no, you can get huge advertising billboards that appear to move as you walk past them. You can usually spot these from a distance due to the number of adult males moving repeatedly backwards and forwards in front of them.

The way lenticular images work is by splicing two or more pictures together and arranging them in sequence behind a screen of prisms (usually just shaped plastic). The prisms refract the light so that the viewer can only see one complete picture at a time, but as the object moves through the field of vision, the other images slowly appear and create an animation effect.

*Of course it isn’t, but I bet I’m right.

Dunking Biscuits

2007-09-16T09:40:00.000Z

Forget the cure for cancer or life in outer space, what scientists really need to be spending their time doing is working out the best method for dunking biscuits. And thank god they have.

Or should we? Whilst I rejoice in the idea that some boffin somewhere has wasted thousands of pounds of research grants calculating the precise formula for dunking perfection – the world needs such whimsy – it turns out that their findings are completely useless.

Get this; Dr. Len Fisher from the University Of Bristol ran not one, but two separate experiments into the Physics Of Biscuit Dunking. The first was on method, the second on flavour. Here’s what he found:

The ideal way to dunk a biscuit is to do so horizontally. By this, he means literally lowering the biscuit flat into liquid so that only the underneath is dunked. You remove it and quickly flip it upside down so that the undunked half supports the wet portion.

As for flavour, the best drink to dunk in is milk (hot or cold) and not tea or coffee. A good milk drink increases the flavour by a factor of 10. Apparently he also worked out that dunking in lemonade reduces the flavour. No shit Sherlock.

Both of these results are, as you are no doubt aware, utter tosh. Dunking biscuits is always to be done by dipping the biscuit vertically, immersing half of the solid into the hot liquid, and then rushing the whole thing to your mouth before it drops off. And the only drink worthy of dunking into is a nice cup of tea. You don’t need a fancy degree and a white coat to work that out.

Church Bells

2007-09-10T07:34:00.000Z

I don't care what religion you are. The sound of church bells on a bright spring morning is a joy to the ears.

Hotel Breakfasts

2007-09-09T07:43:00.000Z

Not the room service ones, they cost more and you get a finite amount. I am talking about the breakfast buffets in the restaurant. Typically these comprise a range of fruit juices, yoghurt, cereals, muesli, fruit salad, croissants, Danish pastries, toast, cold cuts, bacon, sausages, beans, scrambled egg, hash browns, tomatoes, black pudding, mushrooms, tea or coffee. And here is the thing – you can eat as much as you want. Take a plate, fill it up, and go back time and time again. Go about the task properly and you won’t need to eat again for a week.

Pyramid Tea Bags

2007-09-08T17:09:00.000Z

The single greatest engineering feat in the history of tea and cake.

Pyramids

2007-09-08T17:07:00.000Z

The single greatest engineering feat in the history of mankind.