November’s Playlist

November Playlist

November’s playlist is quite small.

Mainly because I’ve been listening to Tove Lo a lot and only her EP is on Spotify. Instead, I was given her album and have been listening to it to death. 

Seriously, I know all the words. It’s an amazing album. I listen to it on the walk home from dropping the children at school, in the car (turned up loud), whilst I’m cooking, even whilst I’m taking a shower. 

I love Tove Lo. She’s my current girl crush. I’m just putting that out there. She might even get her own post at some point, but we’ll see. 

Anyway, here is what I’ve been listening to in November, when I wasn’t singing along to Tove Lo. 


You should listen to:

1) Tamikrest. Tamikrest are a group of musicians from the Sahara desert, and their music is brilliantly off the wall. The best way I can describe it is as an epic mashup of traditional African music, mixed with electric instruments and all sung in Tamasheq. I heard them on Mary Anne Hobbs’ show on BBC6 Music, really early one Saturday morning and thought it was brilliant. 

2) Superfood. I found this lot on one of the new music playlists I subscribe to. It kind of reminds me of the stuff I listened to a few years ago. So for nostalgia alone I am recommending them. Also the video for Moodbomb is trippy and oddly creepy. 


3) Maxïmo Park. It’s no secret that Maxïmo Park are probably my favourite band ever. They are the kind of band who feel comfortable to me, like a broken in pair of Vans, or a toasty jumper. I know I can put on Maxïmo Park and all will feel right with the world again. I love the way their music is so layered that every time you listen to them, you’ll hear something new. Anyway, I hadn’t listened to The National Health for yonks. I am not sure I ever did listen to it properly, but a while ago I did, and I came across Wolf Among Men, and instantly loved it.

On a side note, I heard Paul Smith talking on the radio the other week about how he gets inspired for his songs and his poetry, and I fell a bit in love with him. (As if I wasn’t already. Lordy, that man.)

So yeah, Wolf Among Men, by Maxïmo Park. Listen to it. Love it. Then listen to absolutely everything else they have ever recorded. Oh, the emotions you’ll feel. 



Here is something not a lot of people know about little me. 

I like to play the ukulele. And by like, I mean, I bloody love it. And by like, I mean, out of all the stringed instruments out there in all the world, I think I have found the one I like the best. This is a fairly new hobby, and I reckon my friends thought it would be a passing phase, as so many of my hobbies turn out to be. So I can’t really blame them for that.

I am flighty. I pick things up, and if I can’t do it easily I give up pretty quickly. Take, for instance, knitting. That was a pretty short-lived hobby. Hand me a crochet hook and I’ll crochet you up something pretty (in basic crochet stitches, natch, hard ones are too tricky) but hand me a pair of knitting needles, and I’ll maybe poke you with one of them. 

Or, here’s another example: a regular, six stringed guitar. I just couldn’t do it. God knows, I tried. I really tried, for a couple of weeks. I even managed to learn how to play that Metro Station song.  Badly. When I played it to my sister, whose guitar it is, she looked very confused. Maybe even baffled. 

“Megan” I said, “It’s Metro Station! It’s bloody Metro Station! Shake it! Can’t you hear it? Look, like this.” And I played it again. I’m playing fast and loose with the word ‘played’ here. 

In my head I looked like Courtney Love (complete with big hair and smudged eye makeup). My sister looked blank. I called it a day. As it turns out, even Metro Station can’t play Metro Station songs well, so I don’t feel so bad about that. It’s the extra two strings, they blew my mind. 

I did, once, try to play bass guitar. Just once. I went into a shop in Denmark Street in London and pretended I knew what I was doing because basses are cool aren’t they? They are such a “I don’t give a fuck” instrument with everything they have going on, and I was about fifteen. The staff straight up knew I was an impostor, my friend looked at her feet, and I haven’t picked one up since.

See? Flighty. It’s okay, I am aware of my faults.

So, I surprised myself when I picked up the ukulele. I only did it because there’s a ukulele in my novel, which I wrote in on a whim. There’s also a bass guitar (or two) and I wanted something pretty much opposite sounding to that. So I picked one up and had a go and haven’t really put it down since. It’s fun to play. It makes a nice sound. It’s not at all scary, and it really isn’t at all hard. I think I’m all right, in any case. I can play a few songs now without even having to look at tabs. Including Post Break Up Sex by the Vaccines. Oh yeah, and Shake It, by Metro Station, because I wasn’t going to be defeated by Miley Cyrus’ brother, no sir. Today I taught myself how to play a Maximo Park song, and now I feel badass.

Last night I went along to Southampton Ukulele Jam, which obviously means I am well serious about ukuleles, doesn’t it? It was great. Hilarious. A lot of fun, and we played some cool songs. Everyone was friendly, and I didn’t even get picked on for being new. I’ll go back, for sure. Plus there was beer. My friend Liv and I walked home in the rain, puffing away on fags and generally enjoying life. It was a good evening.

ukulele love

And look! They come in pretty colours! 



October’s Playlist

October Playlist

I’ve rediscovered Spotify after a bit of a hiatus. Don’t really know what made me stop using it and I suppose that’s by the by in the grand scheme of things. At the beginning of the month I make a new playlist and add to it as and when I hear something that I particularly like.

It’s not the be all and end all of what I listen to. But it’s nice to have everything all grouped together, isn’t it?

Anyway, here is October’s.

And my particular favourites on this list are: 

Junk of the Heart – The Kooks. Aside from teaching myself how to play this on the ukulele (not easy!) the lyrics are very sweet. I used to listen to The Kooks quite a lot back in 2006ish, and then kind of fell out of love with them. But this, this I really like. 

Cool Kids – Echosmith. I found this lot on one of the Spotify new music playlists they do, and just instantly loved it. The same goes for Geronimo by Sheppard. Someone on the radio described Geronimo as what it was like when an Australian comes to visit, ie, happy and enthusiastic. 


Habits – Tove Lo. There was a remix of this on the radio loads earlier this year (the Hippie Sabotage Remix) and it just kind of sums up how I feel about stuff at the moment.  I’m going to see her live on 21st November, and I absolutely cannot wait. High, all the time. To keep you off my mind. Woo woaah. 

(I’m not high all the time. Just incase you were wondering. That wouldn’t be sensible.)

All About That Bass – Meghan Trainor. Basically, if you know me at all, you’ll know that I am indeed, all about that bass, about that bass. No treble. *wags finger* 

Wicked Games – Parra for Cuva. Basically because Wicked Game is one of my favourite songs ever. And I’m yet to find a cover I don’t like.  

Is there anything you’ve been particularly listening to lately? Let me know, I love hearing new stuff. 

Mothers Day

Last Sunday was Mothering Sunday, but in a break from tradition I did not spend the weekend with my children.  Instead I had a brilliant weekend in London.  

A couple of months ago, I was lucky enough to score tickets to see The Cure live at the Royal Albert Hall.  By lucky, what I really mean is, really really organised.  I knew the tickets went on sale at 9am, so the night before had set up my laptop, and my debit card ready to go.  The Seetickets website was loaded and ready to go, and I legged it home from the school run that morning, leaving just enough time to make myself a swift cup of coffee and sit down, mouse poised over the refresh button at 8:58am.

Needless to say my dedication paid off, and I was one very happy camper.  I bloody LOVE The Cure.  You have no idea. 

So, Dee and I trundled off up to London on Saturday morning, had a mooch around, got my Ray Bans fixed, popped in to see my sister at work, drunk with an old friend in the sunshine, and then ate dinner at Cave à Fromage.  And before I get on to how utterly blinding The Cure are live, I am going to talk about Cave à Fromage. 


Just behind South Kensington tube station is Cave à Fromage, the cheese shop of glory.  Inside, there are a few tables and stools and you turn up, get shown to a table, and you order either a cheese plate or a charcuterie plate, with a glass of wine.  Or if you are like me and Dee, you order both, and you have champagne instead of regular wine.  We are nothing if not decadent.  What turns up is a board with eight different types of beautiful cheese to try, a lovely pile of finely sliced meats, and a basket of delicious fresh bread.  Before you tuck in, they tell you all about the cheeses, where they come from, what they are like, etc, and then you just go to town.  The entire experience is completely delightful.  The staff are warm, friendly and really know their stuff.  The cheese is utterly delicious, and whilst it may not sound like a lot of food for two people, it really is plenty (And this is coming from someone who likes to eat.  A lot), and we left feeling satisfied and very very happy.  

A+ dinner. Would (and can’t wait to) visit again.

The next time you’re up in South Ken, do check out Cave à Fromage.  They also have branches in Hove and Notting Hill.


This cheese had truffle honey drizzled over it. It was sublime. My shoddy photo does it no justice whatsoever.

So, on to The Cure.  I didn’t take my camera so you’ll have to make do with my shockingly bad iphone photography.  No support act, 4 hours of pure Cure bliss. They were on form.  Blinding, really.  I’ve wanted to see them for years and years, and it’s not a gig I’ll forget in a hurry.  The Royal Albert Hall is a stunning venue, with great acoustics, and it’s small enough so that wherever you are, you’ll be able to see and hear everything.  We were right up in the gallery, five floors up, at the side of the stage, and had an unobstructed view.  They saved Boys Don’t Cry (one of my very favourites) til the end, by which time it was getting on for 11:30, and I had to make my way over to Wapping to crash on my sister’s floor. 

A four hour set! Three encores! What a band! 


Look at that! Robert Smith. With his mad hair and smudged makeup. EPIC.

The next day, Meg and I went for a run around her neighbourhood.  Before she moved there I’d never been to Wapping.  It’s lovely.  We jogged down towards St Katherine’s Dock, then back along the Thames.  Later on, we mooched on down to Brick Lane for street food feasts, pokes around vintage shops and general meandering.  Then it was time for me to come home. 


Streetfood Brick Lane

streetfood steph

So, thats how I spent my mother’s day.  Sometimes it’s good to have time off, and by the time I got home, I was desperate to see my little lovelies again, for sticky kisses, random and precise facts from Roo, homemade cards and lots of cuddles. 

Thank you London, you were beautiful. 

Run, Pretty Averagely Sized Girl, Run

I’ve just started running.  

I KNOW, I KNOW.  (People who know me will know that I’ve always detested running.  The beep tests they made us to in PE were torture.  They also made us run around a huge block at the beginning of each term, and as soon as I was out of Miss O’Driscoll’s sight, I’d stop and leisurely stroll around.  Because I hate running) 

In year 11, my friend Sarah F and I used to bunk PE, so we didn’t have to do any running.  Sorry, not sorry.  I hate running. 

It makes me feel like I am dying.  And I loathe that.

It hurts my knees.  That is never a good thing. 

It makes me sweat.  Yuck. 

It’s boring.  Dull, dull, dull.  

But about a month ago, I decided that I would start going to the gym again.  And I’ve been really good at actually going.  I’ve been going three times a week and I have a little routine: treadmill, bike or rowing machine, a weight machine or two, home.  The plan was that the whole thing would take at the most 45 minutes, and I’d be home in time for a nice hot shower and a cup of coffee before having to pick up Elliot from preschool.  I figured I’d get the treadmill out of the way first, because I hate running, you see.  HATE.  IT. 

Except that I’ve found myself really quite enjoying it.  Almost loving it, in fact.  I stick my headphones on, whack up the volume, and run to nowhere.  (I prefer running to nowhere on a treadmill than running outside, as the treadmill absorbs a lot of the impact, and my knees and shins don’t hurt). 

And it’s my running playlist that has really helped me learn to enjoy running.  It’s what has really spurred me on.  The first couple of times I went I didn’t take my headphones, and so had no choice but to listen to people panting away next to me.  Or groups of muscly beefcakes cheer each other on, or the music they play at the gym, which is less than inspiring. 

But making myself a fun playlist and setting it to shuffle has been brilliant.  I don’t get bored, because I don’t know what’s coming next.  It could be “We Are The People” by Empire of the Sun:

Or it could be “Shake It” by Metro Station,

Or it could be “Brazil (Second Edit)”, by Deadmau5 (A personal favourite)

And I end up pushing myself a little further by running the length of a song, then another will come on and I’ll think, ‘OH I LOVE THIS SONG! I’ll just run to that and then I’ll stop”, and then the same thing will happen again.  I have a pretty eclectic taste in music; generally if something has a good beat, is nice and upbeat, and/or nice lyrics, I’ll like it.  My running playlist is full of songs that make me smile. 

Two weeks ago, I could barely run for fifteen minutes before beginning to worry that my legs would fail and I’d fall off the back of a treadmill going at 8kms an hour.  But last night I ran consistently for just shy of 40 minutes, at 8.8km/h and I clocked up over 5kms.  I am pretty proud of myself, and it’s safe to say I no longer hate running. 

I totally deserve the curry and beer I’m indulging in tonight.  Bring on more runs next week! 

563 run.jpg




You’re so naive, yet so

Back in 2006, when Ross was trying desperately to woo me, and I was trying (and often failing) to play it cool and hard-to-get, I’d spend a fair bit of time at his flat, which later became our flat, in King’s Cross.  We’d have CSI Tuesday, where, as the name suggests, we’d get a Chinese and watch CSI, and we’d have Go Out On The Town Friday, where, as the name suggests, we’d go to a bar and get a bit, well, hammered.

On the way back home, South of the River, I’d listen to my iPod and think about how much I really did quite fancy Ross, and how I really did want to be his girlfriend, but how I really didn’t want to do any chasing.  I’d sit and plan ways to be cute.  Apparently these plans worked a treat because we are married now, and he still thinks I’m cute.

True story.  And one he definitely knows now if he didn’t already.

Anyway, I quite liked The Kooks at the time, and the one song I’d listen to over and over on their album was Naive.  And even now it totally reminds me of Ross.

This post is for week 9 of Mumra’s Playlist, this song reminds me of you

Mumra Playlist