If you want to co-host the blog hop, feel free to copy this in your post:
It is all over the press. Gerard Depardieu, a well-known French actor (actually, something of a human legend), has, once again, made the headlines. But for all the wrong reasons this time. Let me explain: he was on a Cityjet flight from Paris to Dublin and badly needed the loo. So badly that he ended up urinating on the aisle and all the passengers were delayed by more than two hours as a result. He was disembarked and had to take another flight (I understand that he went to the toilet before embarking this time, which is good news and shows that he can handle himself). It is unclear whether he was drunk or not, and there is a story about him using a bottle but, really, you don’t want to know all the details, do you?
I need some cheering up. You see, my last day of work is next Thursday and, to cut a long story short, I am scared.
Paid employment has always been an important part of my life and giving it up to spend more time with my daughters and expand my own business feels, quite frankly, a bit daunting.
As a result, I came up with an idea. Every Wednesday, I will host a We All Make Mistakes Blog Hop.
The rules are very simple:
1. Follow me on GFC and Twitter if you have an account – I will follow back ;
2. Leave a link to your blog below -if you have one-;
3. Share a mistake you have made in the comments. Please do it for the rest of us!
4. Visit as many other blogs as you can!
5. Have fun!
As for me, today’s shared mistake still haunts me. I was 18 and, having just obtained my driving licence, I smashed my Mum’s car on the family house wall’s ramp while the whole family was looking from the balcony.
Believe it or not, I have remained the-one-that-smashed-the-car.
So please, what is your mistake today?
NB: If you want to co-host the blog hop, feel free to copy this in your post:
Last week I was tagged by Hajra and she asked me to rate my own blog posts. Well, that’s scary, because, you see, I love them all.
Anyway, I am going to give it a try (Please note that Hajra made me do it!), so here we go…
My Most Beautiful Post: I am not sure that I understand what beautiful really really means. That said, if it is beautiful then it must have something to do with art (can you follow my thinking?), so here we are: My Difficult Relationship with Art .
This post is about an art competition that my younger daughter won. That said, I must admit that I was a bit disappointed when I saw the painting in question!
My Most Popular Post: I don’t know why, but my most popular post, with over 400 page views, happens to be this one: DSK-A Follow-Up. Go figure!
My Most Controversial Post: I don’t really do controversial because I want my blog to be a feel-good one. That said, I once got a surprisingly nasty comment from someone (“anonymous”- a pretty common name for nasty comments…) on this post: Come On ladies, Please Behave! I suppose that it should be enough to nominate it my most controversial one!
My Most Helpful Post: Helpful for whom? If we are talking about me, my most helpful post was Should I Stay Or Should I go? . I should have left my job a long, long time ago. This post and the comments gave me the final push I needed to walk away. My last day of work is the 25th of August and I can’t wait.
A Post whose Success Surprises me: It has to be my post about the weather, A Very British Obsession . To me, it confirms that the weather is indeed a very British obsession!
A post I feel didn’t get the attention it deserved: A funny post about the British style…The Empire Stripes Back. But apparently, I am the only one to find it funny. Life is tough. Sigh.
The Post I am Most Proud of: It has to be French Style . This was the first post that I wrote for Technorati as well.
That’s it for me. I now have to nominate fellow bloggers for the same challenge. Good luck, guys!
– Alexandra of She Talks Too Much
– Jennifer of Serendipity’s Library
– Stacey of Nail Polish
Have a great day !
A new step in my blogging journey: today my friend and fellow blogger Samantha Bangayan has posted an interview of me here.
She is a very talented writer and you can read her blog here.
A big thank you to Sam and all my readers!
I am home again. In London. To be frank, I didn’t know what to expect: in the various airport lounges on my way back from Bali, I could see unsettling pictures of London on fire. Rioters were smashing shop windows and then stealing everything they could before burning the rest. It isn’t the sort of scenes you expect to see in London, especially a year before the Olympics. The police have arrested many rioters, and one of them is an 11-year old boy!
How can this happen in London? What started as a peaceful demonstration against the shooting of a man (who happened to be a father of 4) by the police in Tottenham ended up as the most violent riot in London in living memory.
As I am writing, things are not under control and 16 000 police officers will be patrolling the city tonight. London feels empty, and there are more policemen than tourists in the streets today. I can hear sirens and fire alarms every five minutes from my office.
What went wrong? How did it come to this debacle? I won’t enter into a political debate here as I am not sure that stigmatising specific communities will help. It seems to me that the only way to be seen and heard, for the rioters, is to loot, destroy and create as much chaos as possible. They don’t know, haven’t found or maybe haven’t learned to express themselves in a different way. When you destroy shops, there are news reports and suddenly the whole world is watching you. It is very difficult to have the same instant impact on society when you work honestly. So they went for the “easier” option, the one that, they perceive, give them instant gratification.
To me this is, amongst other things, a problem of social mobility. Most state schools in London are, to put it politely, not very good (I would know, my daughter didn’t know her 2 time table when she was 7, whereas in France she would have been expected to know most of them by the same age. Her school was supposed to be “outstanding” according to the Ofsted report –the Ofsted is the body that inspects state schools over here). In short, in London, if the parents don’t have the money or the time and skills to educate their children, well, basically, their kids don’t stand a chance to get a proper education, find their vocation and get a job they like.
Don’t get me wrong: I am not excusing what the rioters have done. Far from it, I think that it is unacceptable and they should understand what effort and hard work mean, and hopefully that is what they will learn when they get punished. But we also have an obligation to give the rioters some hope in their future. And the only way to do this is to give them a proper education. I don’t have a ready-made solution. It might be to bring back the selective grammar schools. It might be to learn a useful job at a younger age (why wait until all hope is lost?). But it is about giving them some skills and restoring their hopes in the future. Yes, there is another way. It is not an easy one, but it is an honest one.
I met some of them in Tampaksiring, a beautiful Hindu temple close to Ubud, the cultural centre of Bali.