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Mental Health Forum

OK, early start because I have an exam in a few hours, so sorry this post is brief.

I just wanted to remind you all that the second in the Wax/Owen mental health forums is today! Come along to the Menier Chocolate Factory from 2-4pm to join in the discussion. Here comes the blurb…

Due to overwhelming demand Ruby Wax and Judith Owen’s show ‘Losing It’ will return to theMenier Chocolate Factory on 17th May until 18th June

SANE is delighted to announce that we will be holding a series of mental health forums as part of the latest run.
Download the Press Release.

Each week there will be an opportunity to listen to leading experts from the fields of psychology, psychiatry and neuroscience. Ruby Wax, Judith Owen and Marjorie Wallace founder and chief executive of SANE, will then join the expert for a question and answer session.

The schedule of speakers is as follows:

19th May – Dr Mark Collins, Psychiatrist, Priory, Roehampton
26th May – Professor Lewis Wolpert, leading writer on depression
2nd June – Professor Shitij Kapur, Institute of Psychiatry
9th June – Professor Mark Williams, Clinical Psychologist, Oxford
16th June – Camila Batmanghelidjh, Kids Company

This initiative follows on from the incredible success of Wax and Owen’s piece, ‘Losing It’. Here’s what the celebrities have been saying…

“This show is too important, too funny and thought-provoking, too touching and inspiring to miss. I recommend it wholeheartedly: it’s fabulous.”
Joanna Lumley

“Absolutely marvelous… Judith’s songs are beautiful.”
Ronnie Wood

“It’s ingeniuous and hysterical and blisteringly honest. Ruby Wax and Judith Owen explode the silence on mental illness, go where people have not dared to go before. They tell the tale that most want to pretend they have never experienced. And it’s reaaaaaally funny and you get wise at the same time. And if you are the depressed one, this is up there with Prozac with no known side effects.”
Helena Bonham Carter


Food: Empress of Sichaun

On Sunday, after the wonderful Damnation of Faust (it was about 3 hours – 3-6pm) we wandered down to London’s vibrant Chinatown (I don’t usually use the word “vibrant”, but Chinatown deserves it).

We did some pre-dinner window-shopping, then looked for a restaurant. We had nothing specific in mind, just that we wanted something good.

We ended up outside the door of the Empress of Sichaun, and quickly decided we wanted in. They had chilli peppercorn squid – that was enough for us (also, they did that hotpot I was talking about, but we weren’t in the mood for that).

I was on menu choosing duty – so, a bottle of red (a Rioja), and some cold starters. I went for “Bang Bang Chicken” (which was like a cold chicken satay – a LOT nicer than it sounds) and thinly sliced pork in garlic and chilli sauce. Both were excellent – I could smell the garlic before it even arrived at the table. My only criticism was that there were some bits of gristle in the chicken, which were a bit gross. Nevermind.

Oh, and I was so ravenous that I forgot to take a photo of those. Oops. On to mains!

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Our waitress asked if we wanted a short break before commencing mains, and I chose to take her up on that. We had ordered quite a few dishes.

I went for the chilli peppercorn squid (of course! Always a winner), as well as double cooked pork belly slices in garlic and chilli (garlic much? Oh well – cleans the blood and all that). We also had some broccoli steamed with garlic (seriously) and some steamed rice.

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Ben struggles with chopsticks.

All dishes involved were amazing – the squid, as always, stole the show. I want to know how to cook squid like that – it’s so MEATY. The pork belly slices were like the starter, in that they were cut incredibly thin, giving a bacon-like mouthfeel. No bad thing. Tonnes of garlic on the broccoli, and everything was the right level of spicy. Very clean flavours, beautifully presented, generous portion sizes.

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We ate everything, except a couple of broccoli florets and a handful of rice (there is always too much rice).

Then, straining, we were presented with some deep-fried pumpkin cakes, arranged in a stack, with a candle on top. After a rousing round of “Happy Birthday” (adorable), we managed one of the scotch-pancake sized treats each, and took the other three home. I think Ben got a photo on his phone, so I’ll upload that later on.

EDIT: here you go!

I popped a hefty tip on the bill. The Empress of Sichaun comes with huge recommendations. Get ye to Chinatown.

The Empress of Sichaun is at 6 Lisle Street, WC2H 7BG, in London’s Chinatown.

tel: 020 7734 8128

Two courses, with wine and followed by Chinese tea (and we certainly didn’t go hungry), about £40 a head

Tell them I sent you.


I Want Never Gets: Peacock tea cosy

I have a new teapot. So clearly, I need this. I’m sure you all understand.

From the V&A shop, £45


I’m a little teapot

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Right, my desk is currently suffocating under a great weight of paperwork, so today’s post comes from my phone.

Enjoy the photo of my beautiful new teapot, from Whittards. It was on sale at £9 and came with a free bag of loose leaf tea (I chose wild cherry).


Food: The Boat House Café, Regents Park

I’m freeeeee! Well, for now, anyway. My January exams are over!

And to celebrate, I met Ben and his workmate Kasia for lunch on Tuesday (after my final exam). We met up at the Boat House Café in Regents Park

I was at the café last Friday, too, when I had a slightly overpriced, but very lovely, bowl of pumpkin and orange soup, with toasted rye bread on the side.

Then, on Tuesday, I pushed the boat out – for just a couple of pounds more, I got myself a large pizza, freshly made (or should I say, freshly assembled? They had the base there, but that looked handmade. But the ingredients were fresh) and ready for me in less than 15 minutes. At under £7, it was utterly fantastic, and the first meat (i.e. not fish) I’d had in a fortnight. I had ham, onions, peppers, olives, mushrooms and capers. Sadly, they had no anchovies (my no. 1 favourite pizza topping), but it was still awesome.

In fact, it was so awesome, I ate 5 slices before I even remembered to take a photo of it for you lot.

I let Ben have the other 3 slices.

And oh yes: look! it comes in a pizza box, so if you can’t finish it all, you can just walk with it, without having to awkwardly ask for a doggy bag.

Nom nom nom. I love pizza. I also love tea and chocolate cake, so I had that too. Woops. (I’ve lost 7lbs since the start of the diet, a week and a half ago. Yay!)

The Boat House café isn’t really for a special meal out, but it does make for a relaxing spot for a light lunch whilst you’re out in Regents Park. Especially lovely when it’s sunny (as it was on Tuesday). Wait for the summer, and you can even hire a pedalo for the lake. Hurrah for London!

 

 

Image credits: the café from http://www.flickr.com/photos/catdonnelly/240492521/ ; the others are mine.


Things are better miniature

My friend Rebecca commented the other day that I should be Japanese. Apparently the thought was prompted by my colourful bags and my cat-ear hat. But you know, I do sort of a agree with her. If it has a face on it, is miniature or is “kawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiii” (cute) then I want it. If it’s colourful and involves animals with OTT facial expressions, more’s the better.

So how can I link this in with Christmas? Well, with my dinky Christmas tree, of course. I live in a one-bed flat: there is no chance in hell that I will compromise space with a wopping great tree. But that’s fine, because I prefer a dinky tree anyway. And what is more amazing? My friend Beth knitted me a TINY TINY Christmas stocking, which adorns the blighter perfectly!!

Yep, tree in a teacup. Photo also features tree-candle from Belgium, and money-box cat, made Christmas-friendly.

So what about you? How are your Christmas decorations shaping up?


Christmas: Alice in Wonderland

Well, we’re almost there, folks!! Only 8 days to go, and honestly, I can’t wait. I am excited about Christmas in a way I haven’t been since I was about 10. Obviously, this time next week will be Christmas eve, so no time for last minute ONLINE shopping (only time for chocolates from the service station – but don’t do that). In line with that fact, this is my LAST Quirky Christmas Gift Guide, and I hope it helps you to grab some last minute winners.

Many of you will know I LOVE Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. I even went clubbing dressed as Alice. And I think everyone has a special place in their heart for this literary classic – especially after Tim Burton’s recent, kooky interpretation. So here’s a few gift ideas for the curious Alice lover in your life.

Every Alice needs stripey socks. OK, not explicitly mentioned in any interpretation, but it definitely works. You can get stripey knee highs (or tights, if you’d prefer) pretty much anywhere. But I particularly love my Tabio socks – they’re snuggly thick, and high quality, which explains why they’re £12.

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Tabio stripey knee highs

Another thing you Alices will need is a pocket watch. Well, technically, your white rabbit will need a pocket watch, but there we are. I was going to show you a Rock’n'Rose locket that looks like a pocket watch but is in fact a mirror, but they don’t sell it any more. So I’ve had to track down a new one to show you. And I’ve had fun! As usually, Etsy is stuffed full of beauties, but I particularly love this one from finkgifts, priced at a mere $20 (or £13.15)

TIMELESS LOVE Victorian Style locket pocket watch pendant necklace

Timeless love Victorian style pocket watch

Top hat, anyone? Not just for Mad Hatters, you know. Pretty girls can wear them too, and thanks to the burlesque revival going on, there are fascinators aplenty. I, of course, love this one from Accessorize, at £26.

Bow Detail Contrast Lace Mini Top Hat

Bow detail contrast lace mini top hat

You will be needing a frilly blue dress. Stay with me – I’m not talking actually Alice costume dress up with a pinny and all. You can get some stunning dresses that are party-season appropriate. For example, this beautiful prom dress on Asos. It’s only £85 and all *faints* (and yes, it has a big bow on the back. Perfect!)

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Warehouse Embellished Yoke Prom Dress

You will be requiring tea, because it is ALWAYS tea time. And to serve tea, I advise something with hearts on – the Queen won’t come for a pot of tea if it’s not got hearts on. And here, Emma Bridgewater can help you – here is just the cup from here lovely range of heart designs. The cup is £13.95, but you can get other tea-time crockery too!

Pink Hearts Tea Cup

Pink hearts tea cup

And finally, a quirky one, just because. You can’t eat them and they won’t change your size, but seller StemellinaSupplies suggests many ways to use these beauties. So whether you want to use them as kooky interior decor, or you intend to make a very unique necklace out of them, you can get 40 of these wool felted mushrooms for only $55 (£36.15 – that’s less than a quid a mushroom!)

40 Red Wool Felted Mushrooms

40 Red wool felted mushrooms

Look, guys, I hope you have a LOVELY Christmas. I hope this gift guide has been helpful – please let me know if it’s inspired you, and I may well do another next year :)

My best wishes for a merry Christmas and a fantastic, happy New Year to you all!


100!

I made it. This is officially my 100th blog post. I have managed to blog every day since mid-September, and nearly all my posts have been useful or interesting (yes? No?)

This has come at a perfect time as well, because today I need to concentrate all my efforts on finishing a lab report that I have barely started – so I thought today’s post could be a good excuse to do a bit of a round up of the last few months. And share some pretty pictures, yay!

Well, on the topic of my lab report: the most obvious milestone for me in the last few months has been starting my Psychology MSc. Since then, it has been non-stop – most of it fun, a lot of it stressful but all of it fascinating.

Unfortunately, starting my MSc has meant that I’ve had to leave some things behind, such as my beloved Horniman museum, but I still get a chance to go back and visit. And of course, there are little reminders of the Horniman all around me…

I haven’t lost all my fun though: I still sing quite frequently, and even got a couple of double bass concerts in this season (although one had to be cancelled last week due to snow). I managed to go clubbing once or twice, did a lot of cooking and baking, and had several wonderful meals out (including finally trying out Time&Space for Ben’s birthday).

I have to interrupt myself briefly, just to say that doing this round up is making me realise that I have actually been quite busy over the last few months, which is reassuring and also quite emotional. Ignore me.

I have been to visit friends, I have had friends come to stay with me, I have been to soooo many extra-curricular lectures, and had wonderful cultural days out. I even had a silly day out sledding with Ben when the snow hit.

In amongst all the shenannagins of having my brain scanned but not zapped, all the cocktails and the pottery painting, and even my first trek to IKEA via public transport, I have still managed to sit back and relax.

I have read a huge amount (by my usual standards) of books this year (so far! I aim to read a few more before 2010 is out) – 37 is the count so far, and that’s excluding all the text books and journal articles I’ve had to read for uni. I’ve dabbled with Kesey, Banks, Parker, a very special seagull, and then a whole bunch of NON-fiction (madness!) – Music from Sacks and Levitin, Language with Pinker, Neuropsych with Broks and a mammoth book on depression.

I’ve been busy, you’ve been busy – we’ve all been busy bunnies. Maybe it’s time to chill out and enjoy the holiday season? I have a wedding to go to this weekend (my eldest brother got married in August, and now it’s my other brother’s turn!), and that pretty much heralds the time for festivities. I best get this lab report out of the way, then…

Thanks for indulging me – it’s been a fun 100 posts. Here’s to many more!


Winter fun at Box Hill

Box Hill is probably most famous for being a motorcyclists gathering ground. The first time I went there was on the back of Ben’s old purple and orange Honda Fireblade. It’s good fun in the summer – full of easy going, sociable bikers. And there’s a cafe that does pretty good chips, so everyone is happy. You can openly oggle other people’s bikes, and that’s always good fun.

However, there is more to Box Hill than bikes, especially at this time on year (when bikes get put away for the winter). As the name suggests, it is a HILL. And where there’s hills and snow, there is sledding.

Ben and I set the alarm for 5:45 this morning (madness, I know), and whilst he de-iced the car, I made up a cheapskate picnic of sausage rolls, a flask of hot chocolate, a flask of chicken soup and a flask of hot ginger cordial (yes, we have a lot of flasks).

We dressed up warm, threw stuff in the car, and were away. When we got to Box Hill, we left the food in the boot, grabbed a pair of rubble sacks, and clambered up the hillside. We weren’t the only ones there, but it wasn’t busy. As you can see from the photos, the snow was already starting to thin and slush, but it wouldn’t stop us.

Rubble sacks make fab sleds. And they flat pack – aces. They go mighty fast, and I ended up with a lot of snow up my jacket (I went backwards a lot – it’s hard to steer). I also ended up with snow in my EAR, but that’s Ben’s fault.

After a couple of goes (we repeated the last section, because it was so steep and AWESOME) we got tired and sore, so headed back to the car park to make use of the picnic benches and have our hot liquid lunch. The soup was pretty good considering it came from a can. But after a while my bum got cold, so we drove back home, happy and tired.

And now I’ve just had a lovely lovely hot bath. Time for a cuppa. Winter is the best.


Studying on the run

Phew. OK, my first lab report of the semester is away, out of my hands, done.

It was a tricky one to churn out: not because it was difficult to write, but because I have been rather busy. From Cambridge to Hastings, I have been running around a lot the last few weeks. But no matter – that’s what laptops are for, right?

I love my laptop. It means I can work pretty much everywhere. I have a little HP number (with a missing Alt key, but it’s still my baby). I hear stories of people’s laptops (particularly Macs) breaking down, but I have always used HP and they have never failed me (touch wood!)

I’ve been writing on the tube, in cafés, in museums, in bed. I tend to get a lot of work done “on the run” – I’m sure a lot of students do, even if it’s “just” reading. I always have a book in my bag.

Recently, I’ve adopted the bed for doing work at home, because my desk in the living room is simply too close to the kitchen, and I find myself procrastinating. So, I prop myself up with four pillows, and arm myself with a cup of tea, and get a lot done.

Outside the house, I’ve been spending quite a lot of time at the Wellcome Collection, sitting in their café/restaurant. Not only do they have free wifi, but their caterers, Peyton and Byrne, produce delicious, wholesome food. I finally tried one of their Mainly Frosting cupcakes the other day…. Yum.

But where is your favourite place to get work done? Where do you usually study? What’s the WEIRDEST place you’ve set up in to get your work done? Maybe I’m not the only one who writes lab reports in museums!

 

 

 

Image credits: I took it. ME. MY cake.


Friday slump

Sorry chaps – a bit of a slow news day today. Maybe it’s because I haven’t actually done much for the past two days except studying and house work (and teasing the rats).

So, maybe I should share with you interesting things I’m looking forward to in the next few months? Would that be dull? Too bad, that’s what I’m doing.

OK, first things first: today is Ben’s birthday! Hurray :) Happy birthday, Mr. Fox.

 

Hurrah :) I love this man.

I’m not going to tell you what I have planned for his birthday, because that will ruin tomorrow’s blog post. Needless to say, it involves the Royal Institution.

Next up comes Halloween. I’m not hugely in to Halloween, but when I was invited by Vin (with the big house) to a Murder Mystery party, how on earth could I say no? Again, I won’t divulge too much, because that will probably be Sunday’s post… Ahha.

Ongoing are the weekly ICN seminars – these are every Monday at UCL’s ICN building, Queen Square (nearest tube: Russell Square). They’re free and open to the public (a great incentive for Miserly Student) and, whilst quite heavy going, they are incredibly diverse and interesting.

I plan next week to go to the Natural History Museum’s wildlife photographer of the year exhibition with Angharad next Thursday – I didn’t go to last years, but I did browse the winning images online. I regret not going. So, I don’t intend to feel the same regret again. It’s on from 22 October 2010 – 11 March 2011, 10.00 – 17.50 daily, and tickets are: Adult £9, Family £24 (up to 2 adults and up to 3 children), child and concessions £4.50. It is of course free to Members, Patrons and children aged 3 and under.

Very, very importantly: the EAC’s Cambridge concert!! Last week I blogged about our successful Dorking concert, but we’re taking the same programme to St John’s College, Cambridge. The important differences: we will have a full orchestra rather than simply organ, and there are going to be some incredibly important people in the audience. Fingers crossed, but this is going to be a very important concert for us. Fancy coming? PLEASE do. You won’t regret it, I swear.

I do have other concerts coming up, but they are in Sussex, with my double bass :) I haven’t played poor old bassey for a while, so it will be really lovely to playing again. The concerts I’m playing at are all around the south coast.

Somewhere in there, I plan to make my way to the Wellcome collection for a day out, to the Freud museum, and a trip back to the Science Museum to see their temporary exhibition all about psychoanalysis. As far as the Wellcome Collection is concerned, I have been browsing through their events calender, and whilst I want to see EVERYTHING, I have had to concede defeat and admit that isn’t possible. However, I will be taking in some of the events, including Describing the Drug Experience (yes, I already have a ticket). Another talk I have already booked for is The Brain of the Future, a BPS hosted lecture given by Baroness Susan Greenfield on 8th November. I imagine tickets for this are already sold out, but if you’re interested, it’s always worth inquiring!

Which brings us hurtling into December. December is going to be busy. It’s busy enough with the whole Christmas thing, but then it’s also my Mum’s big 6-0 and the younger of my two brothers is getting married. Eek. Where did 2010 go?


The Cambridge Requiems

OK. Whilst I’m PUBLISHING this post days after the event, it was written as I lay in bed, cup of tea to hand, still reeling from a fabulous English Arts Chorale concert, on Saturday 23rd October.

The setting was the charming St Martin’s church of Dorking, Surrey. I arrived at the 2:30pm rehearsal with cold, wet feet – the Powers That Be decided that the 15 minute slot during which I was walking from Dorking train station to the church was the ideal time to rain.

Not to worry – we had the Ledger and Rutter Requiems to rehearse, and my wet feet could wait.

The rehearsal was… well, it was ok. Nothing special. We had a new acoustic to get used to (along the back row we agreed that it felt like we were the only ones singing) and we had the recurrent problems of flat notes. Nothing that some effort and diligence wouldn’t resolve. But these minor errors aside, the music still wasn’t alive. It was, mostly, technically sound – but any musician will tell you that that’s not the be all and end all of music making.

Maybe we needed some inspiration, or just to fight the increasing winter chill from our bones. The break between rehearsal and concert offered me both – not only did I find a radiator to shelter against (and dry my shoes on), but I also had a chance to explore the church a little bit.

St Martin’s is a pretty little church – it’s the first time I’ve ever been there, and I was pleasantly surprised. It has all the usual big stone columns, stained glass windows, impressive wooden doors. But what really drew me (and I’m sure people got sick of me mentioning) was the beautiful mosaics dotted around the sides of the church. They were mostly of angels, and were depicted delicately but in vibrant, strong colours. Here’s just one:

A few of the angels had mother-of-pearl inlay. Maybe it’s the Art Noveau tone to them (think Mucha) but I fell in love with these.

Anyway, we got ourselves together, and (braving the cold between the church hall and the church itself) we filed in.

Before either of the requiems, we performed Rutter’s “Look To The Day” – as this is always beautiful (in a straight-forward sort of way), it made for a good start. Next, it was time for Ledger: I have grown very fond of this particular requiem. Whilst it doesn’t have the obvious drama of Fauré or Verdi, it does have a lot of depth, cunningly hidden by some deceivingly simplistic melodies. It helps that I had a (very short) bit of solo in this, and that I was standing next to Kate, a fellow soprano with a lovely top register – it all made the experience very memorable.

I refer back to the opinion that, from a singer’s perspective, St Martin’s has a very “lonely” acoustic, but it many ways this made singing here very exciting. I was doing my favourite thing and singing second soprano, whilst Kate (my only fellow soprano in the back row) sang first soprano. In St Martin’s acoustic, it made for some seriously enjoyable “duetting” between the two of us (added to the fact that, as usual, I was also sat next to Mark, so I could enjoy the reverberations coming off his second bass line).

We really produced some incredibly poignant moments with the Ledger – it wasn’t perfect (the Hosanna passage, as predicted, raced beyond the conducted speed, leaving a sort of disorganised but enthusiastic mess) but it was beautiful.

As for the Rutter – wow. I don’t think I can really express how lovely it was. I have never been a magnificent lover of the Rutter Requiem (except for the fact that it allows me to use the “I can’t believe it’s not Rutter” joke. Oh dear, my dad would be proud) but this particular performance won me over. “Into The Deep” was haunting and strangely evocative, whilst the Lux Aeterna made my eyes glisten – I caught our conductor Les’ eye as the sopranos crested a top G wave, and he had his best Cheshire cat smile on. Les cannot fake this sort of smile – it was a very good sign. I think it was still present when I left the church after the concert – perhaps Les has disappeared and now only the smile remains.

The English Arts Chorale runs regular concerts throughtout the season, usually in Sussex and Surrey, but sometimes we venture forth to London, Cambridgeshire and Suffolk. Have a look at the website to see when they’ll be near you, and give us a whirl. EAC do also have a Facebook group, which should be getting a facelift soon.


When the brains of brain brains get together

Well, who’s been a busy little bunny? That’s right: ME :)

Where have I been?

 

What do you mean, it looks like a clinic? Well it’s not. It’s the Clinical Neuroscience Centre! Oh yes.

I have been at the British Neuropsychological Society (BNS)’s autumn conference. Dr Ashok Jansari is the BNS’s new treasurer, and he was looking for some assistants to help him man the registration desk. I leapt at the chance: we would be getting free entry to the conference, and Ash would take us along to the Wednesday evening drinks reception, to meet leaders in the field of neuropsychology. In the space of a week, everything would become Very Real.

On Wednesday morning, I braved rush-hour on the tube, and made my way nervously to Queens Square (nearest tube: Russell Square): I had already visited Queens Square on Monday to see a UCL ICN talk, so luckily I knew were I was going. Grabbing a coffee from the local Pret, I headed on in the the Centre, and down the stairs to the lecture hall foyer.

Ash wasn’t there yet, but the lovely Dana Samson (from Brussels) received me and my fellow UEL volunteer assistants – we’d be manning the desk in the foyer, signing people in a taking money where necessary. Soon, Ash’s American research assistant arrived, with member name badges, and bags of energy. And last of all, Ash turned up! A little flustered (he is still fighting off a lingering cough) but ready to face the crowds.

We set up – we were each given a member list to keep track of who was and wasn’t a member (and therefore who needed to pay for the day – members can come to the conferences for free). At this point, I got stupidly excited: on the list were Prof Elizabeth Warrington, Prof Alan Baddeley, and Dr Paul Broks. Unfortunately, no sign of Baddeley or Broks over the two days of the conference, but Warrington did come on both days, and made us all feel quite giddy with the geeky equivalent of star-stuck.

As there were a handful of us helping out on the desk, as well as some assistant psychologists from UCLH, we were able to take it in turns sitting in on the conference’s lectures. I would give comments on all the lectures I saw, but this post would end up being obscenely long. Instead, I will comment on just one, which I felt was probably my favourite of all (not just because I found it the most realistically applicable research, but it was the one which I fully “got” – a lot of the talks did contain information that passed me by without introducing itself).

So, “Neural Correlates Of The Urge For Action”, presented by Stephen Jackson. Maybe it’s worth giving the abstract, as presented in the programme -

Objectives: Our objective was to investigate the neural correlates of the urges that may precede some forms of action. A number of psychiatric and neurological disorders, particularly those with a neurodevelopmental origin (e.g., ADHD, OCD, Tourette Syndrome), are characterised by the presence of unwanted and involuntary thoughts and actions that are difficult to suppress. Individuals with Tourette syndrome perceive a relatively constant demand to suppress their tics in social situations and while involuntary suppression of tics is possible, many individuals report that it can be uncomfortable and stressful to suppress tics and that the urge to tic becomes uncontrollable after a period of suppression. This suggests that tics may be executed to remove the unpleasant sensations associated with the urge to tic.

Methods: We used quantitative meta-analytical techniques, along with new investigations using ultra high field functional MRI, to examine the neural correlates of urges that precede action in both healthy individuals and those with Tourette syndrome. We also carried out functional connectivity analyses on our new data to investigate the patterns of inter-connectivity between brain areas identified in the meta-analyses.

Results: Our data indicate that a network of brain areas including: cingulate cortex, insular cortex, and several thalamic nuclei are particularly involved in the urges associated with involuntary action.

Conclusions: These results are discussed with reference to the suggestion that the insular cortex plays a key role in body representation, and that the anterior insular cortex (AIC) in particular is important for the conscious representation of subjective feelings through the integration of the body’s visceral states with emotional signals.

The difficulty suppressing urges is not restricted to those suffering with tics, such as the TS, OCD and ADHD cases discussed: as Jackson pointed out, we all suffer with unwanted yawn urges, and suppressing yawns does not make the urge to yawn go away. During the questions at the end of the talk, I asked if Jackson had performed any similar studies into the urge the scratch an itch: my mum used to tell me that if you ignore an itch, the urge to scratch it will go away by itself, but if it bears any relation to yawning urges, then my mum was simply wrong (YES! Victory). As with cases of chicken pox, psoriasis etc. where scratching the itch only makes things worse (spreading infection, exacerbating inflammation), it would be interesting to know what causes this urge to scratch, and if there is any therapeutic application for Jackson’s research: to get rid of that itch without scratching.

I hope that’s given you food for thought: I wish I could comment further, but my brain is pretty fried for thinking solidly, quite out of my depth, for two entire days.

For me, the highlight of the conference was being able to talk to leaders in my future field (argh, what a frightening though), and being Ash’s assistant gave me this amazing opportunity. It meant I had to skip an evening of lectures, but as I can catch up with studies in my own time, but can’t relive the BNS drinks-reception experience, I think it was quite a fair trade off. All of the other volunteer assistants decided to go to the lectures, which pretty much left me traipsing along behind Ash like a lovestruck nerd all evening. At the end of the talks, we reconvened just down the road in National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery’s Old Boardroom, for drinks and further neuro-chat.

I was able to talk at leisure with fellow post-grad students, Ewan (from Orkney) and his colleague Simona (from Germany), as we sipped the gloriously free wine. However, as we relaxed in to things, we broke out of our safe circle, and took the plunge, talking to our elder, better, wiser heroes. I managed to corner Dr Jamie Ward, a synaesthesia researcher from the University of Sussex (whose book, The Frog Who Croaked Blue, has been on my Amazing wishlist for quite a while now), to talk about cross-modal technology, as well as discussing ecological validity with Ash. I tried not to plague Ash with questions, but it was tricky – he’s knowledgeable AND charismatic, so easy to talk to.

After a couple of hours steady wine quaffing, Ash was trying to corral people in the direction of dinner – he had invited anyone who had the rest of the evening free to join him for a meal and further chat. He asked me if I was coming. I could have cried with glee. I calmly and coolly replied “oh sure, absolutely”. Inside I was squealing.

And then… Well, that’s for tomorrow’s blog post. After all, a restaurant experience deserves a post all its own.

Oh, and I’m now an Associate Member of the BNS. What a delightful mix of exciting and utterly terrifying.

I’ll be keeping this. Forever. Eeeee.


Shh, it’s a library…

I have had a LOVELY LOVELY weekend :) My friend Becky (from secondary school, who I haven’t seen for 2 or three YEARS) came over to stay!

She arrived yesterday, mid-morning, and I went to meet her at Paddington. Then, as she had some luggage, we went straight back to my flat to drop things off and have a cup of tea (VERY important). After a brief sit, we headed out towards Covent Garden. Yes, I was taking her to Belgo! I intend to take everyone I know to Belgo. I wish that Belgo would sponsor me or something, because I’m bringing rather a lot of business their way, but c’est la vie.

I decided not to go for their Express Lunch menu this time (as they wouldn’t let me substitute the Cristal for a kriek last time) and instead I had a pot of moules mariniere (just mussels in a simple stew with celery, white wine, cream, garlic and onion) and of course that bottle of kriek! Becky went for a beautiful salmon fillet, served with leek and potato mash and a mustard cream sauce. We both didn’t QUITE finish out meals, meaning we were wonderfully stuffed.

Next, we decided to head out into Covent Garden for a bit of a mooch around. Becky had her eyes on the Cath Kidston shop, so we oogled some expensive but pretty homewares. Needless to say, we left empty handed and covetous.

But more affordable (and imho even MORE lovely) was the Covent Garden Tea House.

Do NOT get this confused with the Tea Palace in the main Covent Garden arcade – the Tea House is far cuter, far quirkier and all in all a far more satisfying shop to be in. You can smell the different teas. They sell kitchen ware (mainly teapots, strangely enough…) and they do some absolutely gorgeous blends.

I picked out some Blackcurrant tea (a safe classic) and Moroccan Orange tea, which was (obviously) with orange, and with rose petals. Both of them are absolutely divine (yes, I have already tried them both…), but the Moroccan came out tops – it is a lovely deep purple colour, and the smell and taste are wonderful. I might have some in a bit, actually…

All teas sold at the Tea House are loose leaf, and sold (very reasonably) by weight. They have a huge selection, so definitely worth a nose about.

After a few more shops (and a look around at street theatre - unavoidable at Covent Garden) we finally decided to take in some culture. I thought Becky would enjoy the British Library, as she works in publishing, so we headed up to Kings Cross.

Unfortunately… We had dawdled an awful lot in Covent Garden, and for some reason, the British Library closes at 5pm. I thought it would be at least 6pm. So, we had to head home instead.

We decided to pass the evening with red wine and (after Becky had perused my small DVD library) The Prophecy, a film with Christopher Walken playing a mean angel Gabriel. It is awesome. “I LOVE YOU MORE THAN JESUS!” I still have yet to watch the other two parts of the trilogy…

Pretty tired, we watched a bit of BBC comedy, then turned in for the night.

Morning soon came, as did my bacon sarnies :) So pleased I could brighten Becky’s day with these, as she said it’d been a long time since she’d had one. Bacon sarnies are fab. As I pointed out to Ben though, I hope not all of our house guests get fed fry-up type food and then go away, assuming that we eat like that all the time… Usually, we subsist off stir fries and soup (and chocolate. Shh.)

Becky’s train home was not until late afternoon. So what to do? Why, give the British Library another shot, of course!!

Haha. Funny story. We got there before it even opened this time.

But there was a Starbucks in direct line-of-sight of the Library. Problem solved.

One cappuccino and a white mocha later (the mocha was mine: it was insanely sweet), and we were in the Library. FINALLY. We had a really good look around the Sir John Ritblat Gallery, which holds such treasures as various incarnations of Alice In Wonderland (including one version in Short Hand, and one version sponsored by Guinness (yes, the beer), what the hell?), some original sketchbooks from Mozart, an enormous folio of “Birds of America” (the illustrations are LIFE SIZE and the paper used was called “double Elephant” size), Captain Scott (of the Antarctics)’s diary and various gorgeous illuminated religious texts (various religions). This gallery also holds some audio players, some with music, playing the scores they have on display, and some with extracts of books, being read. I listened to James Joyce reading a bit of Finnegan’s Wake (completely incomprehensible) and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland being read by… Alan Bennett. Who the hell thought that one up?!

Unfortunately, the PACCAR gallery is “between” exhibits at the moment – Magnificent Maps left last month, and Evolving English is not set to open until mid-November. So, the next obvious stop was the gift shop… I’ll let you figure that one out for yourselves.

We still had plenty of time before Becky’s train was scheduled to go, so we decided to pick an exhibit at the V&A, then head home. We went to see the Cast Courts, but did get a little distracted by the V&A’s immense shiny-ness.

After a brief V&A stop (we felt humbled by the Trajan Column – I think everyone should gaze up at that in amazement), we decided to head back to the flat for some lunch – I’m sorry, benugo, your food is good, but £5 is too much for ANY sandwich. So, I made us a nice prawn stir fry, courtesy of Sainsburys :)

All too soon, it was time to take Becky back to Paddington :( I had such a wonderful time catching up with her, and reminiscing, and marvelling at how much has changed since we left school, and how much growing we’re doing…

So, to all of you who had That Really Awesome Friend at school, who you sort-of keep in contact with now, but haven’t seen if FAR too long: get together. Chat. It’s brilliant. After all, as Baz Luhrmann so wisely told us:

“Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.”


Dreaming in technicolour

Synaesthesia. What does this word mean to you? You may never have heard it before. You might have an inkling of what it means. You might be a synaesthete yourself.

Synaesthesia is (typically) Greek – it pretty much means “mixing of the senses”. There are many types, because we have many senses, and they can be mixed in a variety of different ways. The most common kinds are colour-grapheme synaesthesia and colour-auditory synaesthesia. Fairly self explanatory, but to clarify: colour-grapheme synaesthesia is when printed letters or numbers cause the synaesthete to experience particular colours (well, see above!) and colour-auditory synaesthesia is linked to music, voices or “noise” producing an experience of colours. The colours experienced are internally consistent: if a synaesthete experiences a middle C as blue, it is ALWAYS blue. If a sharp rap on the table is experienced as a flash of white light, then this will always be the case. That is not to say that all synaesthetes experience middle C as blue or a knock on wood as white flashbombs, but those are some examples.

Various neurobiological theories exist, trying to explain synaesthesia. The most popular is that synaesthetes have unusual, cross-sensory connections in the cerebral cortex, which have been “improperly pruned” during development of the nervous system. It’s difficult to know for sure, but what is certain is that these vivid, cross-sensory experiences are very real, and for more people than you might expect.

What advantage might it hold for synaesthetes? Well, a lot of incredibly creative people have utilised their quirk to their advantage: for example, the physicist Richard Feynman reported seeing equations in colour, which no doubt helped him to visualise his work (and may well have helped him win that Nobel prize!!). Kandinsky on the other hand claimed to be a colour-auditory synaesthete: he used music to illicit colourful tones in his minds eye, and utilised this as part of his artistic process, creating “visual symphonies“.

So what? It’s an interesting quirk, but why research it? It doesn’t seem to cause any harm, so why should neuropsychologists (including me, a mere student) be interested in studying it?

And here in lies the big question. What can what we know about synaesthesia help science in any way? Yes, it’s really interesting, but does it have any practical applications? This, according to Dr Jansari (with whom I had a meeting yesterday) is the big So What? We need to be able to answer that, in order to make a study out of it actually worth doing.

One possibility is that artificial synaesthesia (i.e. helped by computers) could be utilised by people with sensory deprivations, to help them experience the world in a more holistic way. Sounds impossible? Might not be – the intriguing Steve Mann (also known as Mann as Cyborg) started an experiment in the 1980s (using his weird and wonderful wearable computers) to map senses to other senses (synaesthetic synaesthesia, if you like) – such as experience sights as sounds, and so forth. This has made very slow progress (or at least seems to – Mann’s own website is a bit of a shambles and it is very hard to get any information on him), but you may have, in the past couple of years, about a gadget that allows blind or visually impaired people “taste sight”. The concept is phenomenally weird, but most reports I’ve read have said that it is actually pretty effective.

So there might be a point to researching synaesthesia, after all, beyond my natural British obsession with the weird.

So, are you a musical synaesthete? Do you see colours or shapes when you hear music? Or do you know anyone who is? I would love to hear from you!

 

Additional reading:


Music: Death In Vegas

I am not well. AGAIN. I suspect scummy people on the underground to be the cause.

So, have some music: Death in Vegas are good fun. The vocals on this track are by Iggy Pop :)

I use this song to box the punch bag to. Enjoy!


Baking with dinosaurs

A full English breakfast is an excellent remedy to a night out – well, we didn’t really drink much (I think I had one alcoholic drink actually at the club!) but it’s nice to have a fry up nonetheless. I made a breakfast of KINGS (everything I make is “of kings” damnit) for my house guests: it had pretty much everything. Bacon, black pudding, beans… Other things. I even attempted fried bread, and Sas and Ben ate it, so it must have been ok.

And then? Well, Sas and I did some baking. Well, Sas did all the hard work: she is a champion biscuit maker. I thrust recipes upon her, and dough she did mix.

Unfortunately, the first dough we made needed 2-3 hours in the fridge before cutting. We’re impatient, so we made another dough that could be cut faster. This dough is for my mum’s “Valentine or Swedish Hanging Biscuits”. Mum doesn’t really like the taste of them (I do!) but they are robust enough to be threaded onto ribbon and hung on the Christmas tree, and last for weeks without going stale.

Oh, you want to make some? Fair enough…

 

You will need:

  • 230g margarine (I used unsalted butter. I always do. Feel free to do so also)
  • 230g dark brown sugar
  • 2 egg whites
  • 450g plain flour
  • 1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
  • 1.5 teaspoons cinnamon
  • pinch of ground cloves

OK, you know what? With the spices, be inventive. If you want vanilla biscuits, be my guest. My mum put “ginger optional” on the recipe, but didn’t say how much. I really don’t think it matters too much. I don’t have any ground cinnamon for example (I sent Ben out to buy cinnamon, and sticks are fine by him, apparently), so I used a combination of “mixed spices”, ground nutmeg and ground cloves. Measurements were very approximate.

Make them!

  1. Cream the margarine/butter and sugar together
  2. Beat in the egg white
  3. Sift the dry ingredients together into a bowl (I have no sieve. They turned out fine. You figure it out)
  4. Add a little at a time to the creamed mixture and blend together well to make a dough (if it was me mixing, I would have lumped in all the flour and gone mixing mad. Sas was very good and methodical and followed the instructions. It depends how patient you are)
  5. Wrap the dough in cling film and chill in the fridge (the dough that is) for 30 minutes (or freezer for 10 minutes – WE DID THIS :D )
  6. Preheat the oven! 180C
  7. Roll out the dough onto a floured surface, about 5mm thick (my biscuits varied so much from batch to batch. They all taste awesome)
  8. Use cookie cutters to cut out your biscuits and pop them on a baking tray. If you want to make hanging biscuits, now would be the time to use a drinking straw to pop a hole near the top of the biscuit.
  9. Pop into the oven for 10 – 12 minutes
  10. Allow to cool, and then DECORATE :D

My mum says this will make about 30 biscuits. I have no idea. I didn’t count.

So… How did we get on? Well, I have a variety of cutters (not as many as I want though!) including woodland critters from IKEA and dinosaurs from the Natural History Museum

We went bonkers. We made buttercream icing, and applied liberally to the biscuits like a couple of sugar hungry children. And after we were done? We ate the rest of the icing.

MAGIC.

Just a small selection of our efforts. Sas and Matt took a box of animals home to enjoy :)

And what’s that on the bottom left? OH YES. IT’S A FOX.

You need to get baking. What are you still doing here?


Belgian food and surgical tools

Yesterday? Dull. Today? TOTAL WIN.

Apart from a slow start (Ben ordered some new tyres for the Capri, so I had to wait in to receive them), I was set to have a day of fun. My friend Sarah was coming to town! This is never a bad thing.

So, tyres were set to arrive any time between 8am-6pm (TYPICAL), but I decided to phone them up and try to get an ETA. They said between 12-1pm. They came at just after 11am :)

Checking out Sarah’s location, I found her waiting at Starbucks in Waterloo with Angharad (of Edible Glitter fame). We had a brief chat (and gave Sarah a chance to finish her tea), Angharad gave me incense and tea from India, and then we set off to find lunch (it was 12:30 at this point – high time for sustenance).

We umed and ahed for a while, then, inspired by my recent guest post, we decided we’d try out Belgo’s lunch menu, at their Covent Garden branch. With the aid of Google Maps (I love my phone!) we walked up their from Leicester Square tube station.

We headed inside, but it was surprisingly busy for a weekday lunch! After a while, we were guided downstairs to the underground restaurant, and seated at our table. The rumours we true: the waiters are Trapiste Monks (ok, not real ones, but still: mighty cool). I didn’t get a photo of it, but they also had a CAGE OF BEER. You have to see it to believe it.

We chose “light” lunches from their express lunch menu (one main meal plus Cristal beer/house wine/soft drink, £7.95 a head). Angharad was taking it easy with a goat’s cheese salad and a water, Sarah went for the beef carbonnade and a coke, and I chose the spit roast chicken with chilli and ginger sauce, and I had a Cristal (they wouldn’t let me substitute it for a kriek, and I even offered to pay more!!).

We made a valiant effort – Angharad was pleasantly surprised by her salad (that goat’s cheese looks delicious), Sarah used her beef carbonnade as a dipping sauce for chips, and I ate nearly all of my chicken. Oh, and I stole a crayon from a child for St Mary Crayon.

Next, we gathered ourselves and headed towards the Royal College of Surgeons. Deciding it wasn’t far to walk, I consulted my trusty phone-map again, and guided us in that general direction… Unfortunately, as we’re set for an entire weekend of rain, we did get rather wet.

Eventually, we did find ourselves at the RCS. Entering in the rather austere and beautiful main door, I tried my best to look like I was meant to be there, and asked at the front desk for the Hunterian Museum. The nice fellow handed us three visitors’ badges and directed us through the gate.

Well, there he is! John Hunter: collector of anatomical freaks. Recently, the Hunterian was featured on Channel 4′s series “Genius of Britain“, and Lord Professor Robert Winston specifically drew our attention to the 7’7” “Irish Giant” skeleton, which Hunter bought £130.

But this is not all there is the the museum. In a relatively small space, the Hunterian is crammed full of  general guides to anatomy (the Evelyn tables were our favourites), anatomical anomalies (such as the Irish Giant), remains ravaged by diseases (bones pocked and worn by syphilis, a skull swollen by hydrocephalus) and plenty of things in formaldehyde. There was also a huge collection of surgical tools (old and new) and videos of various surgeries (some which I was engrossed by, some which I was grossed out by).

Unfortunately, no photography allowed beyond this point (in accordance with the Human Tissues Act), but you know what you could do? You could go there yourself.

The Hunterian Museum is located on the first floor of the RCS (entrance via Lincoln’s Inn Fields). The nearest tube stations are Holborn and Chancery Lane. They are open Tuesday – Saturday, 10am – 5pm. They do a guided tour every Wednesday at 1pm. And what’s more: it’s completely free!


Fast cars and power tools

The next part in the Big Capri saga? I got to have a ride in it.

Oh. My. God.

It’s a big, grunty, angry beast. It roars. It is beautiful.

Ben drove us down to the jet wash (taking a bit of a detour so that he could do some corners and roar the engine a bit – wheeee….!) to give the car a good, well needed clean. Remember, this car has been basically ignored on a driveway in Suffolk for the past few years. It was crying out for a clean. It had moss growing on the window seals.

Jet washes are brilliant, aren’t they? Nothing will ever top the TurtleWax jetwash we used in Berwick-upon-Tweed in July, which had multicoloured foam and smelt of cherries. But still, it saves a lot of bucket-and-sponge work, which was the bane of my childhood. About £5 (I had to keep topping up the machine with change) and a lot of scrubbing and spraying later, the car was mostly clean. Back to the flat, and to park in the garage.

Unfortunately, one of the locks was a bit bust or something (I suspect the key had just been lost, but Ben refuses to admit this). Solution? ANGLE GRINDER :)

I enjoy power tools. They’re quite scary, but WOW they do stuff. So I was allowed to free the padlock from from the garage door – Permanently >:D

Then, we simply just took turns butchering various pieces of metal for photo opportunities.

So, you can see my day yesterday was almost in reaction to all the cultured and thinky-type-stuff I’ve been doing all week. Power tools are fun.


Eager Beaver!

I need to share with you the contents of last night’s fortune cookies:

Nice, huh?

Right, well now that we have those two tokens of optimism in mind: I officially enrolled today! Yes, yesterday’s induction was just a bit of show and tell – today was the proper enrolment shizzle. Today, I got my student ID and all that jazz.

I had my first ever ride on the DLR – from Bank all the way to Cyprus (the station, not the island). DLR is neat in the sense that you have a nice view of the city, but it does throw you around quite a lot. I can’t say it felt all that safe.

Advantages of UEL Docklands over Stratford campus? Cyprus is a dedicated station for UEL. So you step off the DLR and… There is UEL. UEL Docklands campus itself is pretty impressive -

Docklands Campus

Unlike Stratford (which is set mostly in a gorgeous, old-fashioned building), Docklands is quite modern. And, despite warnings from Dr Jansari yesterday that enrolment would be lengthy and horribly busy, the actual enrolment process was slick, quick and painless. The staff were really organised and helpful, sporting the latest technology to see them through (namely iPads – I’m not an Apple user myself, but they seemed to do the job). Within five minutes of arriving, I had my own student ID card (woo! The photo actually turned out all right this time!) and UEL Progress card. Having taken over an hour to get to Docklands (remember, I am based in Lambeth), and expecting enrolment to take ages, I was left a bit dazed and not really knowing what to do with myself.

I wandered aimlessly for 30 minutes around a campus that I would probably never see again. I got a free T-mobile goodie bag. In my goodie bag there were T-mobile branded post-its (like I don’t have enough bloody stationary…), a free bag of microwave popcorn (woo!) and, most importantly, word FRIDGE MAGNETS!! I immediately tossed the ones that actually said “T-mobile” on them (pointless advertising on my fridge? I think not), and added the rest to my collection of poetry fridge magnets. My fridge now looks like this:

You do need to get your own word magnets. You can amuse yourself FOREVER.

And so forth.

Anyway, after getting my free toys, I got bored and headed home (reading Pinker’s “The Language Instinct” all the way home – and hearing Black English Vernacular in action as I passed through Brixton, innit). When I got home, I penned the email I promised to Dr Jansari regarding my dissertation, basically BEGGING him to be my supervisor. Well, he responded within minutes. He was incredibly positive, and has suggested we arrange a meeting to discuss ideas. He also asked lots of questions about my first degree etc., which I take to be a good sign.

Man, I kiss ass GOOD.

Right, I’m going back to my goliath pint of tea, and getting on with business. SHIT, I’M DOING A MASTERS.

(Lovingly hand painted by Ben. See? I told you we’d done the pottery painting thing before)


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