Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Rain vs showers

For the benifit of those of you who have often wondered what the difference is between rain and showers, I thought I would share this conversation I heard on the radio between one of their weathermen and one of their DJs.

Weatherman: This week will be sunny with frequent periods of rain and showers... Basically, typical Spring weather.
DJ: What's the difference?
Weatherman: Sorry?
DJ: I've often wondered What the difference is between rain and showers? It's still water dropping from the sky.
(Slight pause)
Weatherman: I suppose it's how long they last.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Books and baking (FD)

When we fetched some books from the library last time we just went for titles that caught our attention. This resulted in one of the books I borrowed from the library being the memoirs of Roberta Taylor. "Too Many Mothers" is the title of said book. As it happens though I'm quite a fan of autobiographies and biographies, so I did enjoy listening to the book.

The other book I borrowed last time - which I finished listening to on Saturday morning - was "Yesterday's Girl" by Anna Jacobs. A book which tells the story of "Violet" and how her work in London during the first world war changed her life for the better, and gave her the family she had been longing for all her life. Anna Jacobs' books were recommended to me by my Grandma and my Nan. I'm glad I decided to give them a listen, because they really do seem to be very good books. I've enjoyed all the ones I've listened to so far.


On Saturday morning I woke up really early and was feeling restless. I wanted to be doing something. At first I didn't know what, but then I became inspired to bake. So, that's exactly what I did.

I made some home-made pastry, which is something I've never done before. Usually if I do anything with pastry I buy the pastry to save time and effort. But I didn't have any and I wanted to make pies, so I made my own. It seems to have worked out OK. It seems pastry-like anyway.

I ended up making a couple of little chicken pies, a couple of chicken pasties, and a couple of veggie pies (for myself, since I don't eat the chicken ones).

I was going to make some cakes too. But by the time I'd done the pies I was tired, and both myself and the kitchen needed cleaning up. And, by the time I'd done the cleaning up - including washing up everything I'd used - all I wanted to do was take a nap. So, that's exactly what I did.

Then, after my nap, I cooked dinner. I made a roast dinner, but I didn't have any of the meat... I'm having issues with eating meat at the moment. And I made enough for two dinners each so nobody would have to do any cooking on Sunday. I figured I wouldn't be feeling like cooking on Sunday after all the cooking I'd done Saturday. And with Kelly being sick at the moment he's not feeling like doing much of anything.

I haven't done that much cooking in a long time. And I definately haven't done any baking in ages. I just haven't wanted to. I used to do it quite often, but in the last couple of years I really haven't wanted to even try. Even the dinners I've cooked have been simple things like egg on toast, ready meals, etc. But on Saturday I just felt like making some pies. So, I did.

I'm planning on doing some more baking later in the week. Probably either tomorrow or Wednesday. There's a pie my Mam makes that Kelly really likes, and she taught me how to make it, so I'm going to make some for him. And I want to make some different veggie meals up to put in the freezer for myself. Will let you know when and what I make. There wont be photos though. Sorry.


OK, that's it from me for now.

Enjoy whatever's left of your day! :)

And... Hugs, thoughts, prayers, and get well wishes for those who are in need of them.


Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sunday share: Why the clocks change

Our clocks didn't change when the rest of your clocks seem to have changed. Ours always change on the last weekend of March and the last weekend of October. So, since this is the last weekend in March, our clocks change this weekend. Because of this, I have decided to make that the theme for this week's Sunday share. Enjoy!


Why Change the Clocks?
By Roger Bara

Twice a year the clocks change, forward in the Spring and then back again in the Autumn. But why?

It happens twice a year. We all change our clocks and watches by one hour. In the spring, we add an hour, and go onto what is called British Summer Time, while in the autumn, we do the reverse, and adhere to Greenwich Mean Time.

Why bother?
It's all to do with saving the hours of daylight, and was started by a chap called William Willett, a London builder, who lived in Petts Wood in Kent.

Basically, he reckoned that you could improve the population's health and happiness by putting forward the clocks by twenty minutes every Sunday in April and do the opposite in September.

His idea was not taken up, even though a 'Daylight Saving Bill' was introduced some five years before the outbreak of World War One. But once the war started, it was considered prudent to economise, to promote greater efficiency in using daylight hours, and in the use of artificial lighting. And so in 1916, 'Daylight Saving Time' was introduced.

Even though most countries abandoned this after that war, some eventually decided that it was a good idea, and most of these nations began to keep it throughout the year.

Since 1972, Britain has decided to go with Greenwich Mean Time in winter, and British Summer Time in Summer. But back in 1968, Britain tried a four-year experiment by advancing time one hour ahead of GMT throughout the year.

But those living further north, particularly in Scotland, found it most unsatisfactory, with dark mornings for much of the year, and the experiment was dropped.

But the arguments rage on....and on.


From: http://www.bbc.co.uk/jersey/content/articles/2005/03/21/why_change_clocks_feature.shtml

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Friday, March 27, 2009

Furkid Friday: Scary start to Sunday

Kelly took this photo for me yesterday (Thursday) when taking the photos for the craft update.

I'd just told Kero the teddies weren't for him, and he didn't seem happy. So I was giving him a cuddle and telling him I'd make sure he had one for his birthday. I'm not sure that was much comfort to him though. He really did want those teddies. Bless him!


Kero's week has - for the most part - been quiet and uneventful. He's had his walks, he's had the new bed to investigate, he's had his naps, and so on. Nothing special really. That is, apart from Sunday.

Remember my comment the other day about how Mothers' Day didn't start off all that great for my Mam? (Nor was it a particularly nice start to the day for me for that matter). Well, I'm about to enlighten you as to why. I left it until today, because it involves Kero.

I'd been awake all night and was contemplating taking my Mam breakfast in bed. But, as I mentioned the other day, she got up before I'd even made up my mind. Now, my Mam smokes. It wouldn't be a big deal, but it needs to be mentioned, because it was the reason we were out in the garden at 8:00 am on a Sunday morning. You see, I don't allow people to smoke inside. If the weather's really bad I'll let my Mam come just inside the kitchen door, but that's it. So, we (Mam, Kero and I) trooped outside for Mam to have a smoke. Mam and I were talking, and only worried about where Kero was when it came time to come in...

Mam: Where's Kero?
Me: Still outside, I think.

Mam looked in the garden for him.

Mam: I can't see him.
Me: I'll check inside then.
Mam: And I'll check in case he managed to get around the front.

We looked everywhere at least twice. No Kero. By this time we were worried. But next door's front gate was open, so we figured that he'd gotten around the front and then gone across the garden to their gate (there's no fence between the front gardens at the moment). Yes, that was probably it... He was heading off to town, which is what he usually does if he can get out of the gate. As long as we followed him quickly he'd be fine. We had time before he got to the main road, and not many people would be about that early on a Sunday anyway. So, Mam got dressed as fast as she could and rushed up the road to look for him.

I stood there for a while, but felt a bit useless, so I started going from one door to the other calling his name.

After a few attempts I heard the chink of Kero's tags on his collar, and the click of his claws on the concrete by the back door. Then I suddenly had a muddy pawed bundle of fur in my arms... Tail wagging madly. I didn't know whether to hug him or scold him... I ended up doing both, then kept him in my arms and went to the front door to see if Mam was coming back. She was, and her reaction was very much like my own.

It turns out that Kero had found a gap in the fence at the back - which we've now blocked up - and got out through that. We assume he was over in the field behind our garden. I think it was only something like 20 minutes or so that we spent searching for - and worrying about - Kero. But it felt longer. What a way to start Mothers' Day! Well, at least he's OK, I guess.


Thursday, March 26, 2009

Weekly craft update: Elephant and Westie

Remember how I said last week that I wanted to finish the blanket I'm knitting before I started any other projects? Well, that idea never worked out. LOL!

I was looking through my pattern books and spotted a pattern for a knitted elephant. Or - as the book calls it - a "knitted jumbo"... I don't know why. But, anyway, the pattern insisted it can be "knitted in no time," so I figured I'd have a go at it.

I started knitting it on the weekend, and finished it a couple of days ago. (This is the thing I needed to finish the ears for the other day). Below is a picture Kelly took of it.

OK, so it's not as good as some people might make. But it's the first thing I've knitted that wasn't a blanket, a scarf, or a little hat for a doll. And, I didn't do too bad of a job. It seems to look like an elephant at any rate. That's got to be a good start, right?

After I got done with the elephant I decided to have a go at making a Westie. Eleri and Faye's birthdays are in a couple of months, so I figured I'd give Eleri the elephant, since she loves elephants, and give Faye the Westie, because of how fond of Kero she is.

I finished making the Westie this afternoon, so I had Kelly take a photo of that too.

Personally I'm more pleased with the elephant. Kelly insists they're both good though. *Shrugs* As long as Eleri and Faye like them I guess it doesn't matter really. And - since they seem to be the kind of people who appreciate the effort put in to hand made items - I'm pretty sure they'll like them... Even if they don't look exactly like the elephant and Westie teddies you can buy in the shops.


My intension is to carry on with the blanket now. I stopped knitting it for the elephant and the Westie because they're needed sooner. But I really do want to get more of the blanket done this week than I have been in the past couple of weeks. Last week, for example, I only got maybe half a dozen rows knitted. Perhaps this week I'll do a better job of keeping to my plan of not starting any new projects, and concentrating on the blanket I'm knitting? ;)


Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Thanks... I think!

Iggy was giving out a brand new award on his blog, and I seem to have been nominated for it.

So, thanks Iggy... I think!


The Farmer's Wife

"The Farmer's Wife" is a book by Rachel Moore.

The book tells the story of a young farmer's wife named "Poppy" who is bored and fed up with the way things are on the farm, and with the lack of romance between herself and her husband "Sam." Not to mention the constant disapproval and complaints from her Mother-In-Law. So when a smoothe talking and handsome reporter comes to town and takes a liking to Poppy, it doesn't take much for him to sweep her off her feet. Which, as you might expect, only leads to trouble.

It was a good book. Some parts were a little bit predictable, but not enough of them were to spoil the book, if you know what I mean.


Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Slightly belated thoughts, prayers, etc...

I completely forgot to mention a belated thoughts and prayers request yesterday (Monday) for AliceKay's brother-in-law (I think that's what he is to her). His name is Karl and he's been in and out of hospital a lot lately with various issues. Most recently is to do with a spinal leak after a recent operation. I'm afraid I don't remember all the details - and I can't link to her blog because those who don't read it wont be able to access it anyway - but I wanted to make a request for thoughts, prayers, etc, for a speedy recovery for Karl.

I'd also like to take this oppertunity to send thoughts, prayers, etc, to anyone else who needs them. Be it because of a physical ailment or an emotional issue. It seems a lot of people are suffering from one thing or another at the moment. Many people are still fighting off colds, some people are having issues with depression, and still others have more serious issues that they are attempting to deal with. Whichever one of those applies to you, I hope the issues resolve themselves soon, and that you are soon back to your old self again. *Hugs*


Monday, March 23, 2009

Bed, book and babbling (LBE)

I've finished the first of the four books I got from the library. Actually, I finished it a couple of days ago, and now I'm over half way through the second.

The book I've finished is called "The Seaweed Gatherers" and is by Jessica Blair. It tells the story of the events that occur when a young woman named "Lucy" insists on looking in to the meaning behind her father's last words (despite her Mother's insistance that things are left in the past). Lucy's investigations get herself and her siblings - her brother, Robert, and her sister, Alice - in to trouble. Her sister especially!

It was a good book. It was spoiled a bit for me by the poor quality of the reading though. The person reading it had no emotion in her voice, and - even worse - didn't seem to realise that the point where you take a breath is when you come to the end of a sentence rather than a couple of words in to the next one. Still, if I can enjoy it even with such a poor reading then it must be a good book.


It's been a beautiful week. The sun has been shining almost constantly, but there's been a bit of a breeze so that the days haven't been too warm. I'm not sure what the temperatures have been, but I do know it's been warm enough to go for walks without a jacket, and dry for long enough to use the washing line to dry clothes instead of the tumble dryer.

When I was out with Kero the other day there were loads of seagulls about. It's not often they come quite as far in land as this (the coast is about 20 miles away). Either there was a storm at sea, or there was a bit of a food shortage along the coast and the gulls decided to follow the river in land to find food. Those are usually the reasons why the gulls come this far in land. Whichever reason it was, it was kinda nice. With the sound of the river gently hitting its banks and the rocks in and alongside it, combined with the seagulls screaching over head, you could almost imagine you were walking on a beach. OK, so the sea makes a different noise to the river, and there wasn't any sign of sand where I was walking, but with a little imagination you could be on the beach.

It was only this afternoon that the rain came. But it was only a light shower, so I'm not complaining. The only way it actually affected me personally was that it meant the bedding I had in the washing machine, which - of course - had just finished before it rained, had to go in the dryer instead of on the line. It had been dry for my walk with Kero though, so at least I have that to be thankful for.

Another reason I'm glad the good weather held out until that point in the afternoon is to do with the bed.

We got a new bed today. Well, new to us.

It belonged to Eleri's parents and was among the things from their home that were being sold. We needed a new bed (again) but I hadn't gotten one because I was trying to find something made sturdy enough so it wouldn't fall apart in five minutes time. So when Eleri told me they had a king sized bed that fitted what I wanted, I asked if I could buy it off her. She said I could, and charged me what I think is far too little.

It's an old fashioned bed. But it's sturdy. It's from back when people made things to last (and, you can see it is). Even the guys who came with a lorry to move it from Eleri's parents place to our place said, "they don't make them like this any more!" It's more than worth what I paid for it.

We'd needed a new bed for a while, but to get anything that's going to last more than five minutes it was going to cost us a good £300 ($600) or more. In fact, the one I'd been looking at was going to cost a good £400 ($800). Not exactly easy on the bank balance. And - with how things aren't exactly made to last nowadays - there's no telling how long that bed would have lasted.

Now we just need to arrange for someone to come and fetch the old bed...


I've spent some time doing more de cluttering this past week. I've still got more stuff to sort through, but I'm getting there. Mam and I took about a dozen bags to a sort of recycling centre for unwanted items the other day, and there's going to be more to go at some point.

I gave a few things to family and friends first though. A couple of ornaments went to Eleri and Faye, a couple of teddies went to Willow, a few movies went to Mam and Dad, and a few audiobooks went to my Nan. I also have a few bags of braille books that I enjoyed but not enough to want to read again (some of them are braille magazines). Those will be going to the NLB (National Library for the Blind) just as soon as someone can spare me the time to take them to the post office. Mam was going to take them today, but the guys with the lorry were late, so she didn't have time.

A couple of people aren't liking my de cluttering. But - as I mentioned to them (and in a previous post) - it's getting so I can't move for clutter. So, I have a choice. I can either put up with the clutter and hope nothing breaks when it falls off a shelf when I'm grabbing something else. Or, I can bag up what I'm not using enough to make it worth keeping and pass them on, either to friends and family who might want them, or to a charity shop or "houshold items recycling centre" (I think that's what they call them) to be rused or recycled. Personally, I think the second option is the better of the two.


It was Adrian's birthday on Friday. Adrian is Elizabeth's partner. Anyway, since I didn't get on here to wish him a happy birthday on the day I figured I'd do it now. Better late than never, right? So... "Happy belated birthday, Adrian."

This weekend also marked either the start or midpoint of Spring (which it was depends on when you feel Spring begins). As far as I'm concerned it was the midpoint, but I wont get in to an argument with anyone who disagrees. So, to those who believe it was the start of Spring... Let's just agree to disagree, OK?


Mothers' Day didn't go as planned for my Mam.

I was just wondering if she'd eat breakfast in bed when she got up. I was hesitant to make her any because she's terrible for not eating breakfast and I didn't want to make her some and find she wasn't interested in breakfast. After establishing that she was hungry I was going to send her back to bed, but then there was chaos (will tell you about it in Friday's post). So when all that was over she just went and made breakfast herself.

Then I ended up not going up there for dinner. I was just too tired. I hadn't had any luck sleeping Saturday night so had been up for 26 hours when Mam suggested I just stay home and go to bed. I have to admit that I didn't take much persuading. I really must have been tired too. I went to bed a little after 11:00 am, woke up around 7:00 pm, had dinner and a cup of tea, went back to bed, then woke up a little after 3:00 am Monday morning. Yep, I was tired!

It sounds as though she did have a good day though.

Kelly and I got her a little teddy and a pair of PJs with a picture of a cat on them and the word "Purrrfect" written either just above or just below the picture (don't remember which). We also gave her £5 ($10) to put towards something she wanted. Then there was a card, of course.

I guess nobody was willing to help Kero out with some pocket money, because I never got anything from him. :(

Ah well, never mind.


I've posted a load of new recipes on my recipe page.

Just thought I'd let you know in case you want to check them out and haven't noticed them yet.

Those of you who read many of the same blogs that I read will have probably seen many of them on other blogs already, but there are a couple of other new ones too.


I saw this quiz on CelticSpirit's Blog and thought I'd have a go.

Both of You Wear the Pants

You and your guy seem to have stuck the perfect power balance.

It's not that you don't disagree - it's just that you've learned how to compromise well.

You're both mature enough to know that you can't always get your way...

And usually, you're both adult enough to reach an agreement - even if that sometimes means giving in a little.

OK, that'll do for today. Besides, I have some ears to knit (will explain in Thursday's post) and a story to listen to.

Enjoy whatever's left of your day, and get well wishes to those in need of them! *Hugs* :)


Sunday, March 22, 2009

Sunday Share: Mothers' Day

Since today (Sunday March 22nd 2009) is Mothers' Day here in the UK, I decided that this week's Sunday Share should be on that topic. So, I've decided to post some information I found online about the history and traditions of Mothers' Day around the world. Enjoy!


International history and traditions
In most countries, Mother's Day is a recent observance derived from the holiday as it has evolved in North America and Europe. Many African countries adopted the idea of one Mother's Day from the British tradition, although there are many festivals and events celebrating mothers within the many diverse cultures on the African continent that long pre-date colonisation.

Mother's Day in Japan was initially commemorated during the Shōwa period as the birthday of Empress Kōjun (mother of Emperor Akihito). Nowadays - as in the United States - the holiday is a heavily marketed concept, and people typically give flowers such as carnations and roses as gifts.

In China, Mother's Day is becoming more popular, and carnations are a very popular gift and the most sold type of flower.[12] In 1997 it was set as the day to help poor mothers, specially to remind people of the poor mothers on rural areas such as China's west.[12] In the People's Daily, the Communist Party of China's journal, an article explained that "despite originating in the United States, people in China take the holiday with no hesitance because it goes in line with the country's traditional ethics -- respect to the elderly and filial piety to parents."[12]
In recent years Communist Party of China's member Li Hanqiu began to advocate for the official adoption of Mother's Day in memory of Meng Mu, the mother of Mèng Zǐ, and formed a Non-governmental organization called Chinese Mothers' Festival Promotion Society, with the support of 100 Confuncian scholars and lecturers of ethics.[13][14] They also ask to replace the Western gift of carnations with lilies, which, on ancient times, were planted by Chinese mothers when children left home.[14] It remains an unofficial festival, except in a small number of cities.

Mother's Day in Greece corresponds to the Eastern Orthodox feast day of the Presentation of Jesus at the Temple. Since the Theotokos (The Mother of God) appears prominently in this feast as the one who brought Christ to the Temple at Jerusalem, this feast is associated with mothers.[citation needed]

Celebrated on 20 Jumada al-thani, the birthday anniversary of Hazrat Fatemeh Zahra (SA), the beloved daughter of Prophet Mohammad. [7] It was changed after the Iranian revolution, the reason having been theorised as trying to undercut feminist movements and promoting role models for the traditional model of family. [15][16] It was previously 25 Azar on Iranian calendar during the Shah era[citation needed]

United Kingdom and Ireland
Main article: Mothering Sunday
In the United Kingdom and Ireland, Mothering Sunday, also called "Mother's Day", falls on the fourth Sunday of Lent (exactly three weeks before Easter Sunday). It is believed to have originated from the 16th century Christian practice of visiting one's mother church annually, which meant that most mothers would be reunited with their children on this day. Most historians believe that young apprentices and young women in servitude were released by their masters that weekend in order to visit their families.[17] As a result of secularisation, it is now principally used to show appreciation to one's mother, although it is still recognised in the historical sense by some churches, with attention paid to Mary the mother of Jesus Christ as well as the traditional concept 'Mother Church'.
Mothering Sunday can fall at the earliest on 1 March (in years when Easter Day falls on 22 March) and at the latest on 4 April (when Easter Day falls on 25 April).

United States
Main article: Mother's Day (United States)

North America celebrates Mother's Day on the second Sunday in May. In the United States, Mother's Day was inspired by the British day and was imported by social activist Julia Ward Howe after the American Civil War. However, it was intended as a call to unite women against war. In 1870, she wrote the Mother's Day Proclamation as a call for peace and disarmament. Howe failed in her attempt to get formal recognition of a Mother's Day for Peace.
Her idea was influenced by Ann Jarvis, a young Appalachian homemaker who, starting in 1858, had attempted to improve sanitation through what she called Mother's Work Days. She organised women throughout the Civil War to work for better sanitary conditions for both sides, and in 1868 she began work to reconcile Union and Confederate neighbors.
Frank E. Hering, President of the Fraternal Order of Eagles, made the first known public plea for "a national day to honor our mothers" in 1904. [18][19]
When Jarvis died in 1905, her daughter, named Anna Jarvis, started the crusade to found a memorial day for women. In 1907, she passed out 500 white carnations at her mother’s church, St. Andrew’s Methodist Episcopal Church in Grafton, West Virginia—one for each mother in the congregation. The first Mother's Day service was celebrated on 10 May 1908, in the same church where the elder Ann Jarvis had taught Sunday School. Anna chose Sunday to be Mother's Day because she intended the day to be commemorated and treated as a Holy Day.
Originally the Andrew's Methodist Episcopal Church, the site of the original Mother's Day commemoration, where Anna handed out carnations, this building is now the International Mother's Day Shrine (a National Historic Landmark). From there, the custom caught on—spreading eventually to 46 states. The holiday was declared officially by some states beginning in 1912, beginning with West Virginia. On May 8, 1914, the U.S. Congress passed a law designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day and requesting a proclamation. [20][21] On May 9, 1914, President Woodrow Wilson made that proclamation, declaring the first national Mother's Day, [22][20] as a day for American citizens to show the flag in honor of those mothers whose sons had died in war. [20]
Carnations have come to represent Mother's Day, since they were delivered at one of its first celebrations by its founder. [22] This also started the custom of wearing a carnation on Mother's Day. [18] The founder, Anna Jarvis, delivered a single white carnation to every person, a symbol of the purity of a mother's love. [23][1][24] She chose the carnation because it was the favourite flower of her mother.[25] In part due to the shortage of white carnations, and in part due to the efforts to expand the sales of more types of flowers in Mother's Day, the florists promoted wearing a red carnation if your mother was living, and a white one if was dead; this was tirelessly promoted until it made its way into the popular observations at churches.[23][18]
In May 2008, the US House of Representatives voted twice on a resolution commemorating Mother's Day, [3][4], the first one being unanimous so that all congressmen would be on record showing support for Mother's Day.[citation needed]

Nine years after the first official Mother's Day, commercialisation of the U.S. holiday became so rampant that Anna Jarvis herself became a major opponent of what the holiday had become and spent all her inheritance and the rest of her life fighting what she saw as an abuse of the celebration.[1]
Later commercial and other exploitations of the use of Mother's Day infuriated Anna and she made her criticisms explicitly known throughout her time.[24][1] She criticised the practice of purchasing greeting cards, which she saw as a sign of being too lazy to write a personal letter. She was arrested in 1948 for disturbing the peace while protesting against the comercialisation of Mother's Day, and she finally said that she "wished she would have never started the day because it became so out of control ...".[24]
Mother's Day continues to this day to be one of the most commercially successful U.S. occasions. According to the National Restaurant Association, Mother's Day is now the most popular day of the year to dine out at a restaurant in the United States.
For example, according to IBISWorld, a publisher of business research, Americans will spend approximately $2.6 billion on flowers, $1.53 billion on pampering gifts—like spa treatments—and another $68 million on greeting cards.[26]
Mother's Day will generate about 7.8% of the U.S. jewelry industry's annual revenue in 2008, with custom gifts like, for example, Mother's rings.[27] Americans are expected to spend close to $3.51 billion in 2008 on dining out for Mother's Day, with brunch and dinner being the most popular dining out options.[28]


Happy Mothers' Day to my Mam, and to every other Mam, Mum, Mom, Mami, Mummy, Mammy, Mama, Mommy or Mother who happens to be passing through and stops to read this post:)


Saturday, March 21, 2009

Friday, March 20, 2009

Furkid Friday: Daisy's birthday & Kero's week

Mam wanted my company in the car Friday evening and we decided to take Kero with us. So he got a car ride. I think it might have made him feel better, because my Mam's had a warmer reception from him since.

Saturday Kero and I spent half the afternoon upstairs with Eleri, Faye, Daisy and Mia, so Kero spent some time giving Eleri's flat a thorough sniffing. He seemed to enjoy it up there, and was quite interested in the different view being upstairs gave him (the windows face the same direction, but he had a different angle to view it from).

Sunday Kero and I didn't really do anything. It was Daisy's birthday though (she's 5) so we sent a rawhide shoe up for her. She was very pleased with it... She - like Kero - absolutely loves them. ;)

Monday was quite a quiet day, but Kero did something that I'm extremely proud of. I had to go talk to Eleri about something and Kelly was out paying the rent. I didn't want to leave it in case she went out, so I decided to chance leaving Kero for a few minutes. I was longer than I thought I'd be. But, I was very proud of my little man. Usually he goes nuts when I go anywhere, and he's never been happy to be on his own. This time, however, he ended up on his own for about ten minutes and was as good as gold. He didn't even bark (except for when I pressed Eleri's door bell) and I didn't come back to any "mess" or anything. He damn near knocked me back out of the door with how he jumped in to my arms when I came back in though. So, I gave him a treat and gave him LOADS of praise.

Tuesday Kero spent most of the day only with Kelly, because I was out shopping. Kelly says Kero spent most of the time I was gone barking. He was quite quiet after I got home though. I expect he tired himself out barking while I was out? Whether that's the case or not, Kero spent the rest of Tuesday curled up and fast asleep.

Wednesday Kero and I went up to my parents' place. Kero spent some time playing with Willow, then "trying" to play with Baby (Mam's cat). Baby and Kero have different ideas on how playing works though (Kero's used to how our cats used to let him pull them around). So that didn't work too well. Luckily Baby had the sense to go where Kero couldn't get to her. He really did try though. Anyway, after a bit he gave up and had a nap until he realised Mam was dishing up a chicken roast dinner for us all (even the dogs got some chicken, lol). Mam and I did consider taking the dogs to the park - since it was a beautiful day - but we didn't end up doing it, and I just came home after dinner.

Thursday (yesterday) was another quiet day. Kero spent most of it in the garden enjoying the sunshine.

Which brings us to today. Not much has happened so far today. Will be taking Kero for a walk in a bit, but that's the only plan I have today involving Kero. If anything else Kero related happens today I'll post it in next week's furkid Friday.


Thursday, March 19, 2009

Weekly craft update: Adjustments, knitting and fabric

I did decide to take the t-shirt in a bit. I took it in about 2 inches on each side. It's still nice and baggy, but I feel it's a better fit now. It didn't take even half the time it took to make the t-shirt to adjust it. I suppose that's because I already had the basic t-shirt shape, and had the existing seams to guide me.

Even so, adjusting the t-shirt took most of the week, but I still managed to fit in some knitting. I managed to get 2 or 3 inches of the blanket knitted. I'm now pretty close to the half way point on it. :)

Yesterday, I was looking through the braille patterns I got. There are a couple of things I'd like to make for certain people. The problem is that they call for other stitches and I've never gotten the hang of more than just plain knitting. So, I asked my Nan how to do the other stitches. She explained in detail, and I think I can do it.

The blanket I'm making for Carl - which is to be my next knitting project - is to be done in squares anyway, so I'm thinking I'll use the squares to practice different stitches. For example, do blue in various different stiches to get a pattern, and red in plain knitting. Besides, it'll help me to know I'm definately not putting two squares the same colour beside each other when I sew them together.

About the only other thing I have to add to this week's craft update is that I got some more fabric on Tuesday to make a couple more t-shirts. One bit is baby pink, the other bit is grey (if I remember correctly) and I think Mam said it has swirls and stars on it. You'll get to see it when I'm done anyway.

I'd like to finish the current blanket before I do anything else though.


Wednesday, March 18, 2009

According to the radio...

According to the radio the rate of unemployment in the UK will reach the two million mark today. Also, if things continue as they predict they will, then within the next year that number could increase to three million.

And, what is it that they predict? Well, apparently, this year will be rough for the whole world, with almost every country in a recession. However, next year most of those countries "should" begin to see things improving, with the exceptions being the UK and Japan. Apparently those two countries will go the opposite way.

We shall see.


Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The third book and today (FD)

Due to a sleepless night I ended up finishing the third book that I got from the library last week in the early hours of this morning. The book was "Days Of Hope" by Lynn Andrews. A really good book - in my opinion - about a young girl named "Chrissy" who decides she needs to make up for the care-free days she missed out on while growing up during the second world war. Unfortunately, her quest for happyness and a perfect life brings misery and suffering not just to herself but to everyone who gets close to her. Don't let the theme of the book make you think nothing good will happen in it though... It has a happy ending.

Mam and I stopped at the library on our way to do the shopping today, so I have four more books to listen to (I got four this time in the hopes they'll last a couple of weeks, lol!) Will tell you about them as and when I listen to them.


After we went to the library we went in to Swansea. Mam and I had a couple of errands to run, and Wayne wanted to spend his birthday money. Wayne got us a drink each, and Mam got me some Dinky Doughnuts since they'd got to me a bit earlier than planned and I hadn't had breakfast. Yeah, I know, they're not the most healthy of breakfasts. But they were really tasty. Besides, you have to go out of your way to get Subway in Swansea, and my choice was the doughnuts or McDonalds, and it was too late for a McDonalds' breakfast. And, you have to admit, doughnuts are more likely to be considered breakfast items than cheeseburgers. Well, unless you're a university student, in which case anything could be considered breakfast. LOL!

After that we went to the big Tescos that's between Swansea and my parents' place to do some food shopping.

When we got home I went for a nap. I had to. I was really tired and because of it was feeling awful and being quite snappy. I think part of it though was because we've had so much cold weather lately, then - all of a sudden - we had a beautiful, warm, sunny day. Not sure what the temperature was (and I can't be bothered to look it up). But we suddenly went from needing coats, hats, gloves and scarves, to not even needing a light weight jacket or anything. Don't get me wrong, it was a lovely day. It's just a shame I was too tired and busy to enjoy it properly.

Anyway, I slept for about two hours (not solidly though). And, yes, I do feel quite a bit better. I'm still kinda tired though. I'm hoping that means I'll sleep OK tonight... I have to get up early in the morning.

OK, well, that's enough of my nonsense for today. Hope everyone is happy and healthy. *Hugs*

Enjoy whatever's left of your day! :)


P.S. Happy St Patrick's Day to all. :)

Monday, March 16, 2009

Two reviews

I've already finished listening to two of the three books I got from the library last week (I'm quite a way through the third too). So I thought I'd post reviews of them for anyone who's interested.

The first was "Jessie" by Anna Jacobs, which is the story of the life of a girl named "Jessie Burton" and all the things she had to go through in her life. It starts from when her father is forced to marry her mother because he's gotten her pregnant, and continues as Jessie grows up, goes to school, gets a job, then falls in love with a man her mother (and most other people) don't aprove of. I don't think I can say any more without telling the story and/or giving too much away. Anyway, it was a fantastic story.

The other one was "Special Delivery" by Zoe Barnes. This one is about two sisters ("Alison" and "Miranda") who aren't even slightly alike or close to one another. Alison has a husband, two kids and no money. Miranda has a husband and loads of money, but no kids. Alison is jealous of her sister, until she learns that Miranda doesn't have the one thing she really wants... A baby. Miranda wantds a baby more than anything else in the world, so she asks Alison to have one for her. This one was a pretty good book too.


Sunday, March 15, 2009

Wayne's birthday

Today (March 15th) is my big brother's birthday. So... "Happy birthday, Wayne!" :)


Sunday Share: Dylan Thomas

I let my Mam pick the topic for this week's Sunday Share. She picked the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas. So, here's an article about Dylan Thomas for Mam, and for anyone else interested in reading about him.


Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953) was a Welsh poet[1][2] who wrote exclusively in English. In addition to poetry, he wrote short stories and scripts for film and radio, which he often performed himself. His public readings, particularly in America, won him great acclaim; his sonorous voice with a subtle Welsh lilt became almost as famous as his works. His best-known works include the "play for voices" Under Milk Wood and the celebrated villanelle for his dying father, Do not go gentle into that good night. Appreciative critics have also noted the superb craftsmanship and compression of poems such as In my craft or sullen art [3] and the rhapsodic lyricism of Fern Hill.
1 Early life
2 Career
3 Marriage and children
4 Addiction
5 Death
6 Style
7 Poetry
8 Thomas memorials
9 Cross-cultural tributes
10 Bibliography
10.1 Poetry
10.2 Prose
10.3 Drama
10.4 Misc Bibliography
11 Discography
12 Filmography
13 Other media representations
14 Further reading
15 Impact on other cultural figures
16 External links
17 Notes

[edit] Early life
Dylan Thomas was born in the Uplands area of Swansea, Wales, on 27 October 1914. Uplands was, and still is, one of the more affluent areas of the city, which kept him away from the more industrial side of the city. His father, David John Thomas, was an English master who taught English literature at the local grammar school. His mother, Florence Hannah Thomas (née Williams), was a seamstress born in Swansea. Dylan had a sister, Nancy, eight years older than him. Their father brought up both children to speak English only, even though both parents also knew Welsh.
Dylan is pronounced 'Dul-an' in Welsh, and in the early part of his career some announcers introduced him using this pronunciation. However, Dylan himself favoured the anglicised pronunciation 'Dill-an'. His middle name, Marlais, was given to him in honour of his great-uncle, Unitarian minister William Thomas, whose bardic name was Gwilym Marles.
His childhood was spent largely in Swansea, with regular summer trips to visit his maternal aunt's Carmarthenshire dairy farm. These rural sojourns and the contrast with the town life of Swansea provided inspiration for much of his work, notably many short stories, radio essays and the poem Fern Hill. Thomas was known to be a sickly child who shied away from school and preferred reading on his own and was considered too frail to fight in World War II, instead serving the war effort by writing scripts for the government. He suffered from bronchitis and asthma and was prone to overplay his sickliness.
Thomas's formal education began at Mrs. Hole's 'Dame School', a private school, which was situated a few streets away on Mirador Crescent. He described his experience there in Quite Early One Morning (New Directions Publishing, 1968 - see Google BookSearch).
Never was there such a dame school as ours, so firm and kind and smelling of galoshes, with the sweet and fumbled music of the piano lessons drifting down from upstairs to the lonely schoolroom, where only the sometimes tearful wicked sat over undone sums, or to repent a little crime - the pulling of a girl's hair during geography, the sly shin kick under the table during English literature."
In October 1925, Thomas attended the single-sex Swansea Grammar School, in the Mount Pleasant district of the city. Thomas's first poem was published in the school's magazine, of which he later became an editor. He left school at 16 to become a reporter for the local newspaper, the South Wales Daily Post only to leave the job under pressure 18 months later in 1932. He then joined an amateur dramatic group in Mumbles, but still continued to work as a freelance journalist for a few more years.
Thomas spent his days visiting the cinema in the Uplands, walking along Swansea Bay, and frequenting Swansea's public houses, especially those in the Mumbles area, the 'Antelope Hotel' and 'The Mermaid Hotel'; a theatre he used to perform at, among them. Thomas was also a regular patron of the 'Kardomah Café' in Castle Street in the centre of Swansea, a short walk from the local newspaper for which he worked, where he mingled with various contemporaries, such as his good friend poet Vernon Watkins. These poets, musicians, and artists became known as 'The Kardomah Gang'.
In 1932, Thomas embarked on what would be one of his various visits to London.
In February 1941, Swansea was bombed by the Luftwaffe in a 'three nights' blitz'. Castle Street was just one of the many streets in Swansea that suffered badly; the rows of shops, including the 'Kardomah Café', were destroyed. Thomas later wrote about this in his radio play Return Journey Home, in which he describes the café as being "razed to the snow". Return Journey Home was first broadcast on 15 June 1947, having been written soon after the bombing raids. Thomas walked the bombed-out shell which was once his home town centre with his friend Bert Trick. Upset at the sight, he concluded, "Our Swansea is dead". The 'Kardomah Café' later reopened on Portland street, not far from the original location.

[edit] Career
Thomas wrote half of his poems and many short stories whilst living at his Cwmdonkin home, And death shall have no dominion is one of his best known works written at this address. His highly acclaimed[4] first poetry volume, 18 Poems, was published on 18 December 1934, the same year he moved to London. The publication of 18 Poems won him many new admirers from the world of poetry, including Edith Sitwell; although it was also the time that his reputation for alcohol misuse developed.
At the outset of the Second World War Dylan was designated C3 which meant that although he could, in theory, be called up for service he would be in one of the last groups to be so [5] He was saddened to see his friends enter active service leaving him behind and drank whilst struggling to support his family [6]. He wrote to the director of the films division of the Ministry of Information asking for employment but after a rebuff eventually ended up working for Strand Films.[6] Strand produced films for the Ministry of Information and Thomas scripted at least five in 1942 with titles such as This Is Colour (about dye), New Towns For Old, These Are The Men and Our Country (a sentimental tour of Britain).[6]
The publication of Deaths and Entrances in 1946 was a major turning point[7][8][9] in his career. Thomas was well known for being a versatile and dynamic speaker, best known for his poetry readings.[10] His powerful voice would captivate American audiences during his speaking tours of the early 1950s. He made over 200 broadcasts for the BBC. Often considered his greatest single work is Under Milk Wood, a radio play featuring the characters of Llareggub, a fictional Welsh fishing village (humorously named; note that 'Llareggub' is 'Bugger All' backwards, implying that there is absolutely nothing to do there). The BBC credited their producer Stella Hillier with ensuring the play actually materialised. Assigned "some of the more wayward characters who were then writing for the BBC", she dragged the notoriously unreliable Thomas out of the pub and back to her office to finish the work.[11]. Richard Burton starred in the first broadcast; he was joined by Elizabeth Taylor in a subsequent film.

[edit] Marriage and children
In the spring of 1936, Dylan Thomas met Caitlin MacNamara, a dancer. They met in the Wheatsheaf public house, in the Fitzrovia area of London's West End. They were introduced by Augustus John, who was MacNamara's lover at the time (there were rumours that she continued her relationship with John after she married Thomas). A drunken Thomas proposed marriage on the spot, and the two began a courtship.[12]
On 11 July 1937, Thomas married MacNamara at Penzance registry office in Cornwall. In 1938 the couple rented a cottage in the place Thomas was to help make famous, the village of Laugharne in Carmarthenshire, West Wales. Their first child was born on 30 January 1939, a boy whom they named Llewelyn Edouard (died in 2000). He was followed on 3 March 1943 by a daughter, Aeronwy. A second son, Colm Garan Hart, was born on 24 July 1949.
The marriage was tempestuous, with rumours of affairs on both sides. In 2004, Thomas's passionate love letters to MacNamara were auctioned.[13] Jay Leno owns some of them. [14]

[edit] Addiction

Dylan's image on the pub sign of his Laugharne 'local', Browns Hotel.
Thomas liked to boast about his addiction, saying;
"An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do."[15]
Thomas "liked the taste of whisky," and he did quite his fair share of drinking, although the amount he is supposed to have drunk may have been an exaggeration. After Ruthven Todd, a Scottish poet, had introduced Thomas to the White Horse Tavern, it quickly became a firm favourite of the Welshman. During an incident on 3 November 1953, Thomas returned to the Chelsea Hotel in New York, from the White Horse Tavern and exclaimed, "I've had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that is a record." However, the barman and the owner of the pub who served Thomas at the time, later told Ruthven Todd, that Thomas couldn't have imbibed more than half that amount, after Todd decided to find out.
Here are just some of the public houses that Thomas liked to frequent:
The Uplands Hotel - in the Uplands, Swansea. (Now known as The Uplands Tavern)The Mermaid Hotel - in the Mumbles, Swansea. (Destroyed by fire then rebuilt)The Antelope Hotel - also in the Mumbles, and still there. .The No Sign Wine Bar - in Wind Street, Swansea. (One of the oldest public houses in Swansea)The Browns Hotel - at Laugharne, Carmarthenshire. (Still remains, almost unchanged)The Woodlawn Tap - at Hyde Park, Chicago, IL. (Also known as Jimmy's.)
Before Thomas left for New York in 1953, he stayed at The Bush Hotel in Swansea, which was later known as The Bush Inn.

[edit] Death
Dylan Thomas died in New York on November 9 1953. The first rumours were of a brain hemorrhage, followed by reports that he had been mugged. Soon came the stories about alcohol, that he had drunk himself to death. Later, there were speculations about drugs and diabetes.
He was already ill when he arrived in New York on October 20 to take part in Under Milk Wood at the city’s prestigious Poetry Center. He had a history of blackouts and chest problems, and was using an inhaler to help his breathing.
The director of the Center was John Brinnin. He was also Thomas’ tour agent, taking a hefty twenty-five percent fee. Despite his duty of care, Brinnin remained at home in Boston and handed responsibility to his ambitious assistant, Liz Reitell. She met Thomas at Idlewild airport who told her that he had had a terrible week, had missed her terribly and wanted to go to bed with her. Despite Liz's previous misgivings about their relationship they spent the rest of the day and night together at the Chelsea.
The next day she invited him to her apartment but he declined saying that he was not feeling well and retired to his bed for the rest of the afternoon.
After spending the night with him at the hotel Liz went back to her own apartment for a change of clothes. At breakfast Herb Hannum noticed how sick Dylan was looking and suggested a visit to a Dr Feltenstein before the performance of Under Milk Wood that evening.
Liz would later describe him as a wild doctor who believed injections could cure anything. He went quickly to work with his needle, and Thomas made it through the two performances of Under Milk Wood, but collapsed straight afterwards.
October 27 was his thirty-ninth birthday. In the evening, he went to a party in his honour but was so unwell that he returned to his hotel. A turning point came on November 2, when air pollution rose to levels that were a threat to those with chest problems. By the end of the month, over two hundred New Yorkers had died from the smog.
Thomas had an appointment to visit a clam-house in New Jersey on November 4, but when telephoned at the Chelsea that morning he said that we was feeling awful and asked to take a "rain-check". He did however accompany Liz to the White Horse for a few beers. Feeling sick he again returned to the hotel.
Feltenstein came to see him three times that day, on the third call prescribing morphine. This seriously affected Dylan's breathing. At midnight on November 4/5, his breathing became more difficult and his face turned blue. Liz Reitell unsuccessfully tried to get hold of Feltenstein. The night porter at the hotel then called the police who summoned an ambulance.
By 1:58 am Thomas had been admitted to the emergency ward at nearby St Vincent’s, by which time he was profoundly comatose. The doctors on duty found bronchitis in all parts of his bronchial tree, both left and right sides. An X-ray showed pneumonia, and a raised white cell count confirmed the presence of an infection. The hospital let the pneumonia run its course and Thomas died on November 9.
At the post-mortem, the pathologist found that the immediate cause of death was swelling of the brain, caused by the pneumonia reducing the supply of oxygen. Despite his heavy drinking his liver showed little sign of cirrhosis. However there was pressure on the brain from a build-up of cerebro-spinal fluid, caused by alcohol poisoning.
According to Lycett the main cause of Dylan's demise was the alcoholic co-dependent relationship with his wife Caitlin, now doomed by her resentment at his betrayals in America.[16]
Following his death, his body was brought back to Wales for his burial in the village churchyard at Laugharne on 25 November. One of the last people to stay at his graveside after the funeral was his mother, Florence. His wife, Caitlin, died in 1994 and was buried alongside him.
The rumor that Dylan's death was related to alcoholism is denied in the book 'Fatal Neglect: Who Killed Dylan Thomas?', by David N. Thomas, in which he suggests Dylan died from medical malpractice when Dr. Feltenstein gave him morphine for delirium tremens - in actuality, he had pneumonia. David N. Thomas also suggests that Feltenstein covered his tracks by pressuring other doctors to agree that it was an alcohol-related death.[17]

[edit] Style
Thomas's verbal style played against strict verse forms, such as the villanelle ("Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night"). His images were carefully ordered in a patterned sequence, and his major theme was the unity of all life, the continuing process of life and death and new life that linked the generations. Thomas saw biology as a magical transformation producing unity out of diversity, and in his poetry he sought a poetic ritual to celebrate this unity. He saw men and women locked in cycles of growth, love, procreation, new growth, death, and new life again. Therefore, each image engenders its opposite. Thomas derived his closely woven, sometimes self-contradictory images from the Bible, Welsh folklore and preaching, and Freud. [18]

[edit] Poetry
Thomas's poetry is famous for its musicality, most notable in poems such as Fern Hill, In the White Giant's Thigh, In Country Sleep and Ballad of the Long-legged Bait. Do not go gentle into that good night, possibly his most popular poem, is unrepresentative of his usual poetic style. Following are a few examples.
From In my Craft or Sullen Art:[19]
Not for the proud man apartFrom the raging moon I writeOn these spindrift pagesNor for the towering deadWith their nightingales and psalmsBut for the lovers, their armsRound the griefs of the ages,Who pay no praise or wagesNor heed my craft or art.
From In the White Giant's Thigh:[20]
Who once were a bloom of wayside brides in the hawed houseand heard the lewd, wooed field flow to the coming frost,the scurrying, furred small friars squeal in the dowseof day, in the thistle aisles, till the white owl crossed. . .
Thomas's poem And death shall have no dominion is noted for its metaphysical sentiment and assertion of the eternal continuity of life in nature.
And death shall have no dominion.Dead men naked they shall be oneWith the man in the wind and the west moon;When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,They shall have stars at elbow and foot;Though they go mad they shall be sane,Though they sink through the sea they shall rise againThough lovers be lost love shall not;And death shall have no dominion.
Thomas once confided that the poems which had most influenced him were Mother Goose rhymes which his parents taught him when he was a child. He did not understand all of their contents, but he loved their sounds, and the acoustic qualities of the English language became his focus in his work later. He claimed that the meanings of a poem were of "very secondary nature" to him.[citation needed]

[edit] Thomas memorials
See also: Cultural depictions of Dylan Thomas

Statue of Dylan Thomas in Swansea's maritime quarter, unveiled by Lady Mary Wilson.
Many memorials have been inaugurated to honour Thomas, most of which can be found in his home of Swansea.
Tourists can visit a statue in the city's maritime quarter, the Dylan Thomas (Little) Theatre, and the Dylan Thomas Centre, formerly the town's guildhall. The latter is now a literature centre, where exhibitions and lectures are held, and is the setting for an annual 'Dylan Thomas Festival'. Another monument to Thomas stands in Cwmdonkin Park, one of his favourite childhood haunts, close to his birthplace at 5 Cwmdonkin Drive. The memorial is a small rock in a closed-off garden, set within the park. The rock is inscribed with the closing lines from Fern Hill
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Dylan's £5 writing shed overlooking the Afon Taf, near the Boat House, Laugharne. It cost £75 to erect on its cliff-ledge platform in the 1920s, when it was used to garage a Wolseley car.
Thomas's home in Laugharne, the Boathouse, has been made a memorial.
Several of the pubs in Swansea also have associations with the poet. One of Swansea's oldest pubs, the No Sign Bar, was a regular haunt of Thomas's. It is mentioned in his story, The Followers but has subsequently been renamed the 'Wine Vaults'. And since, has been re-named The No-Sign Wine Bar.
Thomas's obituary was written by his long-term friend Vernon Watkins. A class 153 diesel multiple unit was named Dylan Thomas 1914 - 1953. In 2004 a new literary prize, the Dylan Thomas Prize,[21] was created in honour of the poet. It is awarded to the best published writer in English under the age of 30.
In 1982, a plaque was unveiled in honour of Dylan Thomas, in Poets’ Corner, Westminster Abbey.

[edit] Cross-cultural tributes
1965: A Simple Desultory Philippic (or How I Was Robert McNamara'd into Submission), in this Paul Simon song, he refers to Dylan Thomas in the lyrics: "When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas, whoever he was.".
Igor Stravinsky wrote In memoriam Dylan Thomas: Dirge canons and song (1954) for tenor voice, string quartet, and four trombones, based on Do not go gentle into that good night
The cover of the Beatles album Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band includes a photograph of Dylan Thomas.
Under Milk Wood a 1965 album by Stan Tracey, inspired by Dylan Thomas, is one of the most celebrated jazz recordings made in the United Kingdom.
John Cale set a number of Thomas's poems to music: There was a saviour, Do not go gentle into that good night, On a Wedding Anniversary and Lie still, sleep becalmed, recording them in his 1989 album Words for the Dying and (except for the first one) in his 1992 solo live album Fragments of a Rainy Season.
In the 1994 film Before Sunrise, Ethan Hawke's character mimics Dylan Thomas's voice, reading a fragment from As I Walked Out One Evening written by W.H. Auden.
Musician Ben Taylor named his 2003 album Famous Among the Barns in tribute to Dylan Thomas.
In the 2002 film Solaris, Chris Kelvin (George Clooney) reads the first stanza of And Death Shall Have no Dominion.
In Peter De Vries’s 1964 novel Reuben, Reuben on which a 1983 movie was based, the character Gowan McGland is loosely based on Dylan Thomas.
The German band Chamber used two poems by Dylan Thomas on their debut album Chamber: L'orchestre de chambre noir: "The conversation of prayer" (used for the song "Another conversation") and "Ceremony after a fire raid".
In the film Back To School Rodney Dangerfield recites "Do not go gentle into that good night" for his oral exam.
The film The Edge Of Love (2008) is based on part of Thomas' life in Swansea during World War II. He is portrayed by actor Matthew Rhys.
A portion of And death shall have no dominion was read as the album introduction on Anti-Meridian by Brave Saint Saturn.
Dannie Abse wrote an "Elegy for Dylan Thomas" in his poetry collection Welsh Retrospective.
American actor Dylan Thomas Sprouse is named after this poet.
The American folk-singer Bob Dylan, whose real name is Robert Zimmerman, took his name from Dylan Thomas.

[edit] Bibliography

[edit] Poetry
18 Poems (1934)[OOP]
25 Poems (1936) [OOP]
The Map of Love (1939) [OOP]
New Poems (1943) [OOP]
Deaths and Entrances (1946) [OOP]
Twenty-Six Poems (1950) [OOP]
In Country Sleep (1952) [OOP]
Collected Poems, 1934-1952 (1952)

[edit] Prose
Collected Letters
Collected Stories
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog (1940 Dent)
Quite Early One Morning (posthumous)
Adventures In The Skin Trade And Other Stories (1955, posthumous)
Selected Writings of Dylan Thomas (1946) [OOP]
A Prospect of the Sea (1955) [OOP]
A Child's Christmas in Wales (1955)
Letters to Vernon Watkins (1957)
Rebecca's Daughters (1965)
After the Fair
The Tree
The Dress
The Visitor
The Vest

[edit] Drama
Under Milk Wood
The Doctor and the Devils and Other Scripts (1953)

[edit] Misc Bibliography
The Beach of Falesa (1964) [OOP]
Dylan Thomas - a Collection of Critical Essays: Charles B. Cox (ed.) (1966) [OOP]
Selected Works (The Map of Love, Selected Poems and Under Milk Wood) Guild Publishing, London 1982
The Collected Stories of Dylan Thomas (1984)
The Poems of Dylan Thomas (1979)
On the Air With Dylan Thomas: The Broadcasts
Eight Stories (1993)
Dylan Thomas: The Complete Screenplays (1995)
Fern Hill: An Illustrated edition of the Dylan Thomas poem. [1998]
Collected Poems 1934 – 1953 (London: Phoenix, 2003)
Selected Poems (London: Phoenix, 2001)

[edit] Discography
Dylan Thomas: Volume I - A Child's Christmas in Wales and Five Poems (Caedmon TC 1002 - 1952)
Under Milk Wood (Caedmon TC 2005 - 1953)
Dylan Thomas: Volume II - Selections from the Writings of Dylan Thomas (Caedmon TC 1018 - 1954)
Dylan Thomas: Volume III - Selections from the Writings of Dylan Thomas (Caedmon TC 1043)
Dylan Thomas: Volume IV - Selections from the Writings of Dylan Thomas (Caedmon TC 1061)
Dylan Thomas: Quite early one morning and other memories (Caedmon TC 1132 - 1960)

[edit] Filmography
Dylan Thomas: A War Films Anthology (DDHE/IWM D23702 - 2006 (DVD Region 0))
Under Milk Wood, 1972, starring Richard Burton, Elizabeth Taylor, and Peter O'Toole
A Child's Christmas in Wales, a 1987 film based on Dylan Thomas's work of the same name. Directed by Don McBrearty.
Rebecca's Daughters starring Peter O'Toole and Joely Richardson

[edit] Other media representations
1978: Dylan, movie about Dylan Thomas's final visit to America, concluding with his death in New York on 9 November, 1953. Directed by Richard Lewis.
1990-91: Dylan Thomas: Return Journey, a one-man stage show featuring Bob Kingdom as Thomas and directed by Anthony Hopkins.[22]
2008: The Edge of Love, movie about WWII events starring Matthew Rhys as the poet.
2008: Marillion's 2008 Christmas CD (Pudding On The Ritz) contains a reading of A Child's Christmas In Wales put to music written by the band.[23]
A Broadway play, Dylan, by Sidney Michaels with Alec Guinness as Dylan, circa 1964.

[edit] Further reading
Brinnin, J M Dylan Thomas in America: an intimate journal, 1957
Thomas, Caitlin Leftover Life to Kill, 1957
Thomas, David N. Fatal Neglect: Who Killed Dylan Thomas? David N. Thomas, Seren 2008[1]
Thomas, David N. Dylan Remembered – Volume 2: 1935 – 1953, Seren 2004[2]
Thomas, David N. Dylan Remembered - Volume 1: 1913 – 1934, Seren 2003[3]
Thomas, David N. The Dylan Thomas Murders, Seren 2002[4]
Thomas, David N. Dylan Thomas: A Farm, Two Mansions and a Bungalow, Seren 2000[5]
Lycett, Andrew. Dylan Thomas - A new life, 2003

[edit] Impact on other cultural figures
Musician Bob Dylan once said the work of Dylan Thomas influenced the change of his name from Zimmerman to Dylan. On other occasions Dylan attributed this to Marshal Matt Dillon in Gunsmoke.
Welsh musician John Cale has been highly influenced by the work of Dylan Thomas, even setting several of his poems (There Was a Saviour, On a Wedding Anniversary, Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed and Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night) to orchestral music on his 1989 album Words for the Dying, as well as a musical setting of A Child's Christmas in Wales on his album Paris 1919.
American author Shirley Jackson met Thomas once briefly in her family home and wrote several short stories dedicated to and loosely based around Thomas.
Leeds-based band Chumbawamba loosely borrowed from the poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" in the songs "Rage" from the album Anarchy and "Song for Derek Jarman" from the Homophobia EP.
American band Brave Saint Saturn quoted a portion of the poem "And death shall have no dominion" in the song "Here is the News" from the album Anti-Meridian.

[edit] External links

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The Death of Dylan Thomas
The Life and Work of Dylan Thomas (archive)
The Dylan Thomas Boathouse at Laugharne
Remembering Dylan Thomas - Includes a list of the most expensive sales of his works
Listen to Dylan Thomas. BBC Broadcast (6 May 1953) 'Remembering Childhood'
Dylan Thomas on Poets.org Biography, poems, audio clips, and essays
"The Mumbles", a village frequented by Thomas
Dylan Thomas Official Web Site (city of Swansea)
BBC Wales' Dylan Thomas site
The Dylan Thomas Theatre Company Swansea
"Hellraiser's pub: The poet, the actor, a furore" The Independent online edition 30 November 2005
BBC Wales biography of Caitlin
Obituary of son Llewelyn, from Guardian Unlimited (2000)
Guardian article about two new films of Caitlin's life
The official Dylan Thomas bookshop
Dylans Book Store (Swansea)
Dylan Thomas Centre, Swansea
Living with Legends: Hotel Chelsea Blog
Marillion Discography for Christmas 2008

[edit] Notes
^ a b c d e http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-9072164/Dylan-Thomas "Dylan Thomas"], Encyclopædia Britannica, accessed 11 January 2008
^ "Biography - Dylan Thomas", BBC Wales, 11 January 2008
^ In my craft or sullen art retrieved October 29, 2008
^ "Dylan Thomas - In The Mercy of His Means", George Tremlett, 1991, ISBN 0-09-472180-7
^ Lycett, Andrew (2008-06-21). "The reluctant propagandist". The Guardian. http://arts.guardian.co.uk/theatre/drama/story/0,,2286844,00.html. Retrieved on 2008-06-24. .
^ a b c Lycett, Andrew (2008-06-21). "The reluctant propagandist". The Guardian. http://arts.guardian.co.uk/theatre/drama/story/0,,2286844,00.html. Retrieved on 2008-06-24.
^ "It is difficult to convey in a few words the quality of Mr Thomas's poetry" Vita Sackville-West, The Observer.
^ "Dylan Thomas is not only the best living Welsh poet, but is a great poet." John Betjeman, The Daily Herald.
^ "This book alone, in my opinion, ranks him as a major poet", W. J. Turner, The Spectator.
^ Poem of the Week from 10/29/97
^ Nick Serpell Veterans pass on the baton BBC Obituaries, 1 Dec 2008
^ Race to put the passion of Dylan's Caitlin on big screen UK News The Observer
^ Telegraph, reproduced in The Age, 7 April 2004, p. 10
^ Tonight Show with Jay Leno. March 4,2009
^ Dylan Thomas Quotes
^ Lycett 2003
^ 'Fatal Neglect: Who Killed Dylan Thomas?', by David N. Thomas
^ Abrams, M.H.; Greenblatt, Stephen. The Norton Anthology of English Literature. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, Inc., 2705-2706.
^ In My Craft Or Sullen Art, by Dylan Thomas on 'Famous Poets and Poems' website
^ In the White Giant's Thigh
^ Dylan Thomas Prize
^ Dylan Thomas: Return Journey Details on Theatres International website
^ http://www.marillion.com/music/xmas/2008.htm

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