tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54905829831684697632023-11-16T15:53:02.699+00:00In this Box of GoodiesBecause sometimes it's good to be a little crazy ;)Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-41466209905725307542012-06-28T13:05:00.003+01:002012-06-28T13:08:52.732+01:00Theatre Review - Midnight TangoWhat do you get if you cross two stars from TV's Strictly Come Dancing, a Buenos Aires bar and a Tango band?<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">On Tuesday night my sisters and I took to our seats at the Liverpool Empire Theatre ready to be transported to </span><span style="text-align: left;">Argentina's capital city Buenos Aires, where we'd visit a late night bar filled with some of the best Tango dancers in the world. </span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">The story centres around Flavia Cacace's character who (in my interpretation) is the new girl in town who catches the boy's eyes with her demure and shy ways. Cue Vincent Simone's character playing the typical good guy who asks the new girl for a dance. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Not everything is plain sailing for the new dance partners though, as bad guy of the show Leonel Di Cocco also has his eye on Flavia and he wont give up without a fight. What ensues is a fight for the girl and one of my favourite parts of the show danced by the two men. In the fight scene the men danced a fierce tango together combining simple stage combat with the traditional dance to create an exhilarating scene that ultimately had you rooting for <strike>Leonel </strike> <strike>Vincent</strike> <strike>Leonel</strike> Vincent! (Oh but Leonel is so bad he's good!) No you're definitely rooting for Vincent!</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">It is a simple story about a love triangle, the girl is swayed both ways because of the boy's conflicting personality's, does she chose the good guy or the bad guy? A simple story told through the pulse raising, exciting, passionate dance of the tango. </span>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Flavia's transformation in the show was also one of my favourite parts, she transformed from girl in to woman over the course of the show, through costume changes, each dress becoming more beautifully stunning and less girly girl than the last, and the dance routines that where getting more passionate and challenging as the show went on.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;">I'm a massive fan of the weather being used as a character in books, films and theatre, and Midnight Tango certainly didn't disappoint on the weather front. In this show you can feel the humidity of Buenos Aires, the bar is hot and smoke filled and the heat and smoke spread out in to the audience and like a spell it intoxicated us as we got more and more mesmerised by the drama of the Tango.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> A thunderstorm marked the </span><span style="background-color: white;">feud</span><span style="background-color: white;"> between the two male dancers, and as the crash of the thunder and flashes of lightening subsided the rain was all that could be heard on the warm pavement outside. Cue a steamy, hot, moonlit dance between Flavia and Vincent.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">I don't know much about dancing but from the 'hoppy' playful Tango routines to the slow and sensually close routines I was sold, not a word was spoke throughout the whole play, but you didn't miss it, you didn't long for a conversation between the lovers because you were so captivated and enthralled</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"> by the language of dance.</span><br />
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Girls... and boys! Put down 50 Shades of Grey and <span style="background-color: white;">check out www.MidnightTango.co.uk because it does not get much hotter than this!</span></div>
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</div>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-72576275829680733142012-06-13T15:18:00.000+01:002012-06-13T15:18:59.637+01:00In this box of snaps - 8<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Since my last post I've been revising for my driving theory test, practising for my driving test, planning a road trip holiday of a lifetime, and working practically seven days a week! </div>
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Here's a few of my favourite snaps that I took while I was away on holiday, I couldn't resist sprucing them up a little with the help of Instagram and Pic Stitch.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best nights sleep in the world at the Parador in Leon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a long way to Santiago.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Precious memories made in Muxia.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Journey home from Santander to Plymouth.</td></tr>
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That's all from this box of snaps this time, but expect to find lots more posts here about our wonderful holiday and a post or two about my driving test dilemmas!! <div>
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Check out my other blog @ <a href="http://www.netcars.com/blogs/laura-cox-the-trials-and-tribulations-of-a-learner-driver/22/">http://www.netcars.com/blogs/laura-cox-the-trials-and-tribulations-of-a-learner-driver/22/</a> to read more about my quest for my pink driving licence and more about mine and The Boy's France and Spain road trip extravaganza!</div>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-65905221919173475982012-03-19T18:33:00.000+00:002012-03-19T18:33:57.026+00:00In this box of snaps - 7Hey!<br />
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It's the return of the box of snaps, and seeing as we're fast approaching spring time I guess you could say that that's kind of the theme... kind of.<br />
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Starting with my misty Monday morning shot, which was taken at six am. Although it's misty and it looks kind of grim because it's a Monday morning, it is lighter which can only mean that mr spring is on his way.<br />
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Next up is my daily fix, I'm currently spring cleaning my body of caffeine, I have to say I was pretty much addicted to tea and coffee! So I've ditched the brown stuff for green teas and herbal teas and I have to say I feel tons better for it! I'm loving trying out new flavours at the mo and this vanilla rooibos from Starbucks is definiately a new favourite.<br />
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A post about spring wouldn't be complete without spring flowers, these pretty little daffodils popped up in the garden last week begging to be photographed and I did just that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I spy springtime</td></tr>
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Spring is all about things bursting into life, so here's where the theme slips a bit. This picture was taken after the rose on my rose plant bit the dust. I decided to experiment with different ways to picture it, I found putting it underwater made it look really interesting like little shards of ice had formed on it.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another pic that has nothing to do with spring... The Boy's parents were over from Ireland and we went for a lovely meal and a spin on The Big Wheel in Liverpool city centre. I almost missed this photo opportunity of the wheel reflecting beautifully on the water but when The Boy's Mum starting snapping I quickly followed suit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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A picture taken whilst on The Big Wheel. I love this pic because Liverpool looks so alive here with all of the sparkly lights and hustle and bustle, you can even see the Wirral in the top left.<br />
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Well that's it for this time I hope you've enjoyed this box of snaps and I'll keep snapping away and show you some more soon!<br />
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I was expecting to be faced with the typical bohemian 'hipster' types, you know little mini bobble hats and rucksacks? I joke! In all seriousness what we were met with was lots of lovely like minded people, all just looking for an outlet for the words in their heads.<br />
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The group isn't really like how I imagined it to be, I guess I had a lot of preconceptions. I thought we'd all sit around doing writing exercises and drinking coffee, but this place is a little different. This group is really for those who write performance poetry and scripts, which is perfect for me and my friend - he's the poet guy and I'm the script gal. The group provides actors who read your work out for you, which is great because you can really hear what it 'sounds' like as opposed to what you think it sounds like when you're reading it in your head - or like me trying to act out the whole play in your bedroom!<br />
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I've had my work performed before - you may remember a post about <a href="http://inthisboxofgoodies.blogspot.com/2011/10/mnestis-theatre-presents-wildwood.html" target="_blank">'Wildwood'</a>, but apart from one 'straight' scene the rest was in verse, which was nerve-wracking enough, so the thought of handing the actors scenes from a 'straight' play I've been working on leaves me feeling a little exposed... and scared!<br />
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Well I think I'm ready to expose myself, kill my babies, bare my soul... whatever you want to call it... I think I'm ready!<br />
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Wish me luck!<br />
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xLaura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-62206804188920824712012-02-29T18:03:00.000+00:002012-02-29T18:03:30.430+00:00Leap into love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ladies, today is day that you can 'officially' propose to the man of your dreams!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lads, this is the day when you wish you'd bought a better pair of running shoes!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's the 29th of February, which can only mean one thing - It's a Leap year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I hope lots of lovely ladies are popping the question and hearts are fluttering all over the world! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You may be wondering if I'd joined those lovely ladies and popped the question myself? The answer is no, The Boy and I celebrated our two year anniversary last weekend, there isn't a white dress in sight and we couldn't be happier. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's always 2016 or 2020 or 2024 or 2028...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway as I was saying we couldn't be happier, but according to an article I read in the Metro today your happiness can actually change depending on where you live. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well we don't live in London or the West Midlands so that's a start, we're apparently less stressed and happier than people who do. The happiest people of all though are those that live in Northern Ireland according to the Office of National Statistics. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-7884491880941159562012-02-14T23:04:00.003+00:002012-02-14T23:47:22.800+00:00In this box of snaps - 6<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">First of all let me start by saying,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Inside this box of snaps you will find a little smushy-ness, but hey it's the day of love so whatever! Also included are a couple of pics about reflection and the idea of life and death... sounds deep but it's not really so no need to prepare yourself or anything.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The view across the lake at the Llyn Gwynant campsite in the heart of Snowdonia. This area of Wales is just so stunning, the way the clouds dance gently on the peaks of the mountains is breathtaking.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Next up is Pixie one of the family cats. She's just perfect in every way and I love her very much, but her attempt at the 'puppy dog eyes look' still won't give her permission to sleep on my bed no matter how cute she is!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pixie perfecting the 'puppy dog eyes' look.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A present from someone I love - I received a beautiful rose plant for Valentine's day today (not the typical bunch a red roses I hear you cry) because The Boy knows how much I hate it when flowers die, I get a little upset if I'm being honest. Hopefully I'll be able to keep this plant alive for a very long time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A little snippet of a short love story that I've been working on - if you need a handwriting translator feel free to ask and I'll type what it says. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love story in the making.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To round off the smushy-ness - Nothing says I love you better than chocolate!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This picture was taken in St James' Cemetery in Liverpool. Although I took the picture I can't take full credit for it, The Boy pointed out how 'cool' the roots looked from the tree and I agreed and snapped away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The final picture in this collection is that of a couple of dead Chinese lanterns. The paper textured plant which was once a vibrant red has now died and leaves behind it's fruit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There is life after death.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">As always I hope you've enjoyed looking at my pictures and getting an idea of where and why I take them.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-14787930377372231162012-02-14T17:46:00.000+00:002012-02-14T17:46:31.858+00:00My Kettlebell Hell!!!Last week my Sister (gym buddy) and I went to our first Kettlebell class... Oh my lord we did not know what we'd signed ourselves up for!<br />
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Kettlebells have a bit of a murky history, it seems that people don't really know where they originate from -perhaps a Scottish curling stone, or a Russian military cannonball (the handle making it easier to load). The most likely explanation is that they originate from Russian farmers who used the weights as a counterbalance. <br />
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With movements such as the swing, snatch, clean and jerk, which are supposed to mimic farm labour, it all sounded a little like hard work! I like my gym classes to come with plenty of smiles and a few fits of laughter!<br />
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There was no laughter in this class - There were smiles but they were most definitely of the grimace variety.<br />
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The class started ok with a basic warm up to the latest dance tune - a little like the start of a Zumba class but without the booty shaking. Whilst we did the warm up the kettle bell assigned to me lay on the floor in front, looking innocent and not evil in the slightest... The instructor guiding us through the steps, smiled encouragingly and flicked her golden pony tail as she clapped her hands, looking innocent and not evil in the slightest... oh how naive I was...<br />
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What followed was a series of movements that pushed me to the limit - I swung, snatched, cleaned and jerked like my life depended on it!<br />
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The Angel that stepped from side to side with us at the beginning of the class had now swapped bodies and had become some kind of twisted army sergeant!<br />
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She barked orders at us over and over again:<br />
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'Get lower girls, lower!'<br />
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'Squat! I said squat! You won't get anywhere standing there looking pretty!'<br />
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'Don't stop!'<br />
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'If you don't like it you know where the door is!'<br />
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'It's meant to hurt!'<br />
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'Don't make me come over there!'<br />
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I have never been more terrified, I couldn't help thinking - am I totally crazy to be paying for this?<br />
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I'll tell you something though her technique albeit scary definitely works, I didn't stop once in the class and I tried my hardest to make sure she had no reason to come over and shout at me!<br />
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It was a tough class and I sweated like nobody's business, they're definitely not lying when they say you can burn up to 1,500 calories.<br />
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When the class finished and most of the participants looked like they were about to die, the instructor warned us that next week would be harder and if we couldn't handle it then we were not to bother coming back!<br />
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Well...<br />
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We're going to find out just how much harder it gets because we're booked on to the class this Thursday!!!<br />
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It's hard but it's certainly one of the best workouts I've done in a while. This post doesn't seem like I'd recommend it, but I would I definitely definitely would!!!!<br />
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With thanks to <a href="http://www.powercore-fitness.com/">www.powercore-fitness.com</a> without your section on kettlebell history I would have been in the dark writing the history-esque section of this post.Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-71467702324797454092012-02-07T15:29:00.002+00:002012-02-07T15:30:25.610+00:00In this box of snaps - 5What's in this box of snaps this time around?<br />
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Well I've gone for a little trip down memory lane this time, taking a few old pics and sprucing them up with Instagram. <br />
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It's a bit of a mish mash (some of the pics aren't oldies) but I hope you like it!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This first picture is a new one taken down at the Pier Head in Liverpool. In the picture you can see two of the famous three graces, the Cunard building and the Port of Liverpool building, also you can just make out the new Museum of Liverpool and Liverpool's Big Wheel.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liverpool by night, it's even pretty in black and white.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">A beautiful baby lamb happy to pose for the camera - </div><div style="text-align: center;">taken on a camping trip to sunny Wales last year.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not long before we see these little babies again.<br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;">One of the best signs I've ever seen! Certainly beats the old faithful 'Mind your head' -</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The famous graffiti artist Banksy leaves his mark in Liverpool - It was a like a wild goose chase (in the rain) to find this pic, but it was well worth it!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is it a bird? Is it a plane?.. No it's a Banksy!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">A beautiful summer sunset at Crosby beach - This picture makes me feel relaxed and warm instantly.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading straight towards the sun.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Almost a year ago me and The Boy went on a wonderful city break to Amsterdam. It was amazing! - This picture was taken just outside of our hotel by the central train station.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are nine million bicycles in Amsterdam, that's a fact.<br />
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</tbody></table>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-24689467012285047112012-01-27T10:14:00.000+00:002012-01-27T10:14:36.888+00:00You are what you readThe old saying goes that you are what you eat, but is it possible to become what you read?<br />
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You are what you read? <br />
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Sounds plausible? <br />
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I'm currently reading Wuthering Heights on my Kindle, (I know I've become a slave to tecno!) having never read the book before (being a rare one who didn't have it rammed down my throat in English Lit) I love it, which was a little unexpected seeing as most people groan when you mention the title.<br />
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I've always been team Austen, give me Mr Darcy any day of the week. A lot of people say your either a Bronte girl or an Austen girl, favouring the more dramatic goings on to the more reserved or vice versa.<br />
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I'd like to to think that I can enjoy and fall in love with both. <br />
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Anyway to get to my point, you are what you read, in Wuthering Heights everybody seems to become ill, whether it's the flu, a fever or some other illness:<br />
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Catherine<br />
Edgar Linton<br />
Nelly Dean<br />
Lockwood<br />
Linton Heathcliff<br />
Isabella Linton<br />
Mr and Mrs Earnshaw<br />
Frances Earnshaw<br />
Mr and Mrs Linton<br />
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Some of the characters die from their sickness (or generally old age), but others become quite well again.<br />
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Whilst I've been reading Wuthering Heights I've became sick with the flu. <br />
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A coincidence? <br />
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I don't live on the moors, although it is pretty windy and wild here at the moment, and I'm not running after a man named Heathcliff, but it's certainly adding something to the story that I'm feeling just as rough as some of the characters.<br />
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Let's hope I'm one of the 'lucky' characters who becomes quite well again.<br />
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xLaura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-14601793774291080982012-01-23T14:26:00.000+00:002012-01-23T14:26:25.126+00:00In this box of snaps - 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's time to take a look in my box of snaps again... Enjoy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll start with a few Christmas themed ones, and then I promise that I'm done with Christmas until December! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've got a lovely pair of coconuts :) Actually won at a coconut shy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A little something that caught my eye at the Alice in Wonderland exhibition at the Tate in Liverpool.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I need this cushion in my life!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Type it out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(This picture will make me write more!!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As always let me know what you think, and if you're on Instagram yourselves then come find me - Inthisboxofsnaps</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">x</div>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-7287242018150378322012-01-17T20:40:00.002+00:002012-01-23T13:27:44.192+00:00Life is a roller coaster...Can you believe the last time I posted was pre-Christmas? And now look at us, over half way through January in the blink of an eye! <br />
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It's not an excuse but with all the excitement of Christmas and New year, and juggling two jobs I seem to have neglected my little old blog.<br />
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But finding myself bed bound with the flu means that this is the perfect time to get back on track.<br />
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So...<br />
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Merry Christmas!<br />
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Happy New Year!<br />
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Here's to 2012! Let's make it a good one!<br />
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New years resolutions?<br />
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Be healthy<br />
Be happy<br />
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Write, write, write!<br />
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Keep calm and carry on!<br />
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</tbody></table>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-12716034388038310822011-12-19T20:26:00.003+00:002011-12-21T17:10:26.120+00:00In this Box of Snaps - 3It's that time again folks, time for this box of goodies to meet that box of snaps.<br />
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A snap for each day of the week this time created with the amazing app Instagram - I just can't get enough.<br />
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As always I'd love to know what you think.<br />
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X<br />
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P.S If you're an Instagram user come find me - inthisboxofsnaps<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Journey to Snowhere<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1779-2011 Looking through the bridge wondering what they saw way back when<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Push the button<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Holly-days!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once upon a time three little birds took flight...<br />
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</tbody></table>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-81486822350700471732011-12-12T22:58:00.002+00:002011-12-12T23:31:47.537+00:00I know it's Christmas when...I can smell the beautiful 'mouth watering' smell of Mum's home made mince pies... Mmm<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The warm homely smell of pastry cooking in the oven, and the sweet spicy scent of the mincemeat making it's way through the house. Oranges, currants, cloves and cinnamon, those wonderful smells that pull me to the kitchen... hoping for a sneaky taste.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>They were just too irresistible (as she says whilst wiping crumbs from her mouth :p) <br />
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What makes you know it's Christmas time?<br />
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</tbody></table>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-46362270265942407032011-12-10T18:38:00.002+00:002011-12-12T21:31:26.674+00:00In this Box of Snaps - 2Once again I've found myself getting snap happy using the amazing instagram app on my iPhone 4...<br />
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P.S Comments (good or bad) are as always very very welcome x<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Twilight on the Wirral</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All set for Christmas eve</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tunnel vision</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having a ball</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reindeer Racing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Twinkly Town Hall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Father Christmas 'Russian' Dolls</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is it a face? Is it a broken heart? Or is it a shrivelled apple?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home-grown apples delightfully dishevelled </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking for paradise?</td></tr>
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<div>So what d'ya think? </div><div><br />
</div><div>Anyone using Instagram come find me - inthisboxofsnaps</div><div><br />
</div><div>x</div>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-27459123073311476712011-12-07T10:24:00.000+00:002011-12-07T10:24:33.846+00:00Royalty comes a knockingI don't usually talk about work here, I have another blog at my company's website so I save all the crazy goings on for there. But what happened last week could not go unwritten here it's just too exciting!!!<br />
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So I should probably tell you about my work, I work in a museum in Liverpool and I love it! We get thousands of visitors through the museum daily, but just last week we had the most amazing visitors ever!!!<br />
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We had the absolute pleasure of the Queen and Prince Philip coming to officially open the museum!!!!<br />
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To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I don't know if you remember my royal wedding post? <a href="http://inthisboxofgoodies.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-13-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html">http://inthisboxofgoodies.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-13-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html</a><br />
I love anything to do with the royals I just can't help it! (I think secretly it's just because I like the idea of being a Princess!)<br />
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Whilst on my way to work (hair in a Kate Middleton-esque pony) I had butterflies, I was so nervous and excited to get to see them. Its not everyday that Royalty comes a knocking.<br />
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My head started to reel when I thought about what I actually had to do, what if the Queen spoke to me? What would I say? Do I curtsy? Do I greet her with a 'Good morning your Majesty?' or is it 'Mam' as in ham or 'Marm' as in palm? Do I bow my head? Is it ok to smile at her?<br />
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So many questions!!!<br />
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As it turns out the Queen came into the gallery where I was positioned, I held my breath in anticipation, she was guided around the gallery, my knees knocked together, and then she left.<br />
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I didn't get to curtsy, bow my head, greet or smile at the Queen, but I was within arms reach of her and it was absolutely amazing! Best day at work bar none.<br />
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We had a sweepstake between some of us as to what colour the Queen would be wearing. Nobody won the sweepstake, the Queen fooled us all and went for dark red, a colour that none of us had picked. I went for dark green and thought I was on to a winner... Ho hum!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zimbio.com<br />
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</tbody></table>For a less exclamation mark account of this tale visit - <a href="http://blog.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/">http://blog.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/</a>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-64826816995645116932011-11-30T16:05:00.003+00:002011-11-30T16:18:36.556+00:00In this Box of Snaps - 1A couple of weeks ago I blogged about my new iPhone 4, since then I've installed the amazing free app Instagram. It's an app that lets you take a picture with your iPhone, choose a filter to make it extra beautiful, and then share it with other users. You can even share it on your Twitter and Facebook accounts too!<br />
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I thought it'd be really nice to share my pictures with you guys, so here goes... <br />
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In this Box of Snaps - 1<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I <3 UK</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lacey Ladies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big drink for a little kitty</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's wrong with the toys we buy them?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stormy Stormy Night</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bridge by night</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cat who got the cream</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't face anything until I've had my coffee</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello Liverpool</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Black Beauty</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nothing Much Living</td></tr>
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Bored of that same old same old night out you've been having since forever?<br />
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Well why not mix it up a bit and throw in some live action, if you love to shake it to the latest sounds then why not have the real thing right in front of you?<br />
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Or you could just have some middle aged sweaty pie eating DJ play it for you???<br />
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Over the past couple of months I've had the absolute pleasure of seeing alternative pop band Bastille and the amazingly talented Mr Marcus Foster play live.<br />
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I'm surprised I have a heart left, oh did I melt for these guys? (Apologies on a postcard to The Boy)<br />
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Both were amazing but totally different, Bastille had us moving our bodies to their killer beats and vocals, my favourite being 'Laura Palmer' (And not just because it's my name...promise), whereas Marcus had us mesmerized and holding our breath at the sheer beauty of 'I was broken'.<br />
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</div>The support didn't disappoint on each night either Jessica's Ghost killed it on the warm up for Bastille, man that woman can sing and check out the guy with the fiddle! And Emily and The Woods front girl Emily began a little heart melting of her own before Marcus took over, she was awesome! <br />
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And the two for one cocktails all night (on both nights!) didn't disappoint either.<br />
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Have you seen anyone awesome live lately?<br />
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xxxLaura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-8475051505806172692011-11-23T00:30:00.001+00:002011-11-23T00:35:09.047+00:00Writing BugHey everyone,<br />
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I'm extremely pleased to say that I have a bad case of the writing bug! <br />
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No more staring at the screen/twiddling the pen in my hand. <br />
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I'm working on a short story at the moment, and I'm so happy to say that for the first time in a long time I'm actually really really excited about writing, which is great although I'm not sure my body clock would agree with me.<br />
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I seem to get all my inspiration at three o'clock in the morning! When my body would much rather be asleep my mind is busy racing around trying to figure out how 'That Kiss' can happen.<br />
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Well here's to coffee is all I can say!<br />
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Wish me luck with the story :)<br />
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Feel free to drop me a line about anything you're working on at the moment. When do you get those bursts of writing energy?<br />
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Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-86560529344097802362011-11-21T16:25:00.002+00:002011-11-21T23:30:21.736+00:00Christmas come earlyI'm trying to hold off the Christmas spirit until at least the 1st of December, all these shops playing christmas songs decked out in tinsel it's just too soon for my liking. <br />
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My one exception to a premature celebration of the festive period is when it involves early Christmas presents... Of course...<br />
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My friends this latest post comes not from my humble laptop but from my brand new super slinky super shiny super sexy glistening white iPhone 4.<br />
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I never thought I'd be an iPhone convert but it hasn't even been a whole 24hrs yet and I'm totally in love.<br />
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Thank you Mr Santa Claus xxxxx<br />
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In just nine days I'll be rocking around my Christmas tree, well not my Christmas tree because that doesn't go up until the twelfth (which is a rule so stop disobeying!) but rest assured I will be rocking around my house, no doubt to the smooth sounds of the new Michael Buble Christmas album.<br />
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Tut tut Laura... This post has involved far too much talk of Christmas! <br />
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Happy belated Bonfire Night to you all!<br />
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XxxLaura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-29974050875878670882011-10-31T17:03:00.001+00:002011-10-31T17:47:36.690+00:00Farmaggedon!!Ever wondered what it would be like to be chased around a farm by a lunatic wielding a chainsaw? No? Don't suppose you'd ever really want to imagine what that would be like would you? Let alone to pay for such an experience! You'd have to be completely mad!<br />
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Hello, nice to meet you my name's Laura Cox and I am completely mad!<br />
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What the hell (hell being a rather fitting word) am I talking about? I am talking about 'Farmaggedon' - One night, one farm just outside of Liverpool, three 'scares', and a whole load of freaky fun!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Prepare to face/run from your fears at Farmaggedon, get lost in the evil mind bending mazes, and have your senses pushed to the max as you experience moments of blindness and ear piercing screams!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Farmaggedon is all over for this year (so you can sleep safe(ish) tonight) but it'll be back next year, no doubt scarier than ever!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Last week I had the pleasure of indulging in all things French.... And indulged I most certainly did.<br />
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I went for a delicious mid week 'Lunch Rapide' with a good friend of mine at Bistro Pierre in Liverpool. Three courses for £8.75... It's just too tempting isn't it?<br />
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The bistro is located in the heart of Liverpool and with its warm and welcoming atmosphere, walls lined with French art and candles melting away in French wine bottles, it's a little piece of French paradise that you just have to sample.<br />
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Whilst perusing the menu I sipped on a glass of lightly chilled French Rose wine and nibbled on warm French bread smothered in Lescure French butter... Mmm.<br />
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For Entree I had the Soupe du Jour 'Homemade roast red pepper & sweet chilli soup served with a garlic croutons'.<br />
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For Main I had 'Linguine Pasta Tossed with chicken, sunblushed tomatoes & spinach in a hazelnut & pesto sauce, served with a toasted garlic croûte & parmesan shavings'.<br />
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And finally for Dessert I had 'Creme Brulee'.<br />
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One word - Delicious! Or should I say 'Delicieux!'<br />
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After my afternoon of French indulgence I met my Sisters for an evening a Parisian magic...<br />
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</div>We went to the the independent Picturehouse at FACT in Liverpool city centre to see Woody Allen's latest film 'Midnight in Paris'.<br />
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Intrigued? Go and see it if you can, it is... uh how can I say? C'est Magnifique!<br />
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xxxLaura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-22099685893252293592011-10-12T11:24:00.001+01:002011-10-13T14:07:05.774+01:00Bundle of sadness...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you go down to the <strike>woods</strike> bottom of the garden today you'll get a <strike>big</strike> little surprise...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">'Wildwood is a choral work of movement and song exploring ancient British traditions. MNeSTIS theatre fuses an investigation of voice work with eastern styles of physical actor training. Drawing on the ancient mystery of the female voice, the work examines the notion of transformation through song. Through a re-imagining of the Welsh myth Blodeuwedd from the third branch of The Mabinogion, the performance is inspired by Blodeuwedd's journey and loss of identity through this tale, created through magic from the flowers of the oak, broom and meadowsweet for her husband Llew, Blodeuwedd finds life in the love of another man. As her betrayal torments her, she and Gronw plot to kill Llew as a sacrifice for their lives together. However their plans are destroyed and as a consequence she is bitterly punished to a life of desolation. Through his frustration Llew transforms Blodeuwedd into an owl, the solitary bird of the night, to never show her face in the light of day. Through fragmentations of the tale, the memory of Blodeuwedd is explored, weaving images of the voice, body and soul of the sacred to reconnect with our cultural identity. Inspired by ancient pagan traditions, join us in invoking the mysteries of the past as we investigate the act of transformation from a woman of flowers to the life of an owl.'</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">'With special thanks to Laura Cox for offering us her beautiful writing skills.' </div><div style="text-align: right;">- My mention in the program! :) </div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally I'd like to say a massive congratulations to Em and Phil!!! I hope you get the mark you deserve for your wonderful piece of work!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Love Laura</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">xxx</div>Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-58366044511917554762011-09-15T17:01:00.001+01:002011-10-13T14:06:40.112+01:00Who says romance is dead?Not my parents that's for sure.<br />
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Actually they would probably be the first to declare that they weren't as 'smushy' as I make out, but I am here to tell you that they most certainly are.<br />
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This week they will be celebrating 34yrs of wedded bliss.<br />
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34 YEARS!!!<br />
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Wow!!! *Round of applause please*<br />
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Back in 1977 was where their love story began...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When my parents were younger they owned a little sailing boat, and would spend many a romantic weekend on board. Now 30 odd years later they've donned their sea legs and are ready to do it all over again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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P.S I hope the canoe comes with life jackets!!!Laura Louise Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637657795018194202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5490582983168469763.post-31867370017915964572011-09-09T18:21:00.001+01:002011-09-09T18:23:18.401+01:00White (and green) weddingUp until quite recently I had only ever been to two weddings. First was my teachers wedding where I sang as part of the choir - cue a slightly squeaky out of tune version of 'All Things Bright And Beautiful' and a rather embarassing moment when the teachers dress blew up in the wind! Second was my Sister's Boyfriend's Sister's wedding, I only attended the evening do, but somehow managed to be caught on the wedding tape snogging the best man! Cringe-o-rama!<br />
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On Saturday I attended my first 'proper' wedding. It was the wedding of my gorgeous cousin Hollie to her fiancé Phil.<br />
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The day was perfect, apart from a bit of pesky rain! The wedding ceremony itself was beautiful, the couple had chosen to have a slideshow entitled 'Where it all began', which was a selection of pictures of Hollie and Phil from birth to who they are now. This played whilst the couple signed the marriage register, a great way to keep the guests entertained!<br />
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The rest of the day was just as perfect, a truly scrumptious wedding breakfast, lovely heartfelt speeches, a beautiful first dance, and some impressive/dodgy dancing on the dance floor.<br />
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My parents provided the dodgy disco dancing - cue me and my Sisters holding our heads in shame!!! Ha! Only joking! It was actually pretty impressive watching them throw some shapes, I could definitely see where I get my amazing moves from!!!<br />
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Congratulations Mr and Mrs Sinclair!<br />
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