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Bar the Pusherman: Belle and Sebastian Announce New Compilation

By Nils on Tuesday, July 2nd, 2013

It feels so good to announce any new Belle and Sebastian action. So naturally, we’re thrilled to announce the August 27 US release of The Third Eye Centre on Matador – a collection of B-sides, rarities, and non-LP tracks from the last decade. The album is on CD (CD!), download (download!), and on vinyl (vinyl!) as a gatefold double LP. Special pre-order info coming next week – watch this space (and that of your neighbors).

Listen to the NEW track “Your Cover’s Blown (Miaoux Miaoux Remix)” here:
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The 19 tracks are from the time around their last three albums – Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2003), The Life Pursuit (2006) and Write About Love (2010). Consider The Third Eye Centre the successor of sorts to Push Barman To Open Old Wounds (2005), which compiled earlier singles and EPs.

Track listing:

I’m A Cuckoo (Avalanches Remix)
Suicide Girl
Love On The March
Last Trip
Your Secrets
Your Cover’s Blown (Miaoux Miaoux Remix)
I Took A Long Hard Look
Heaven In The Afternoon
Long Black Scarf
The Eighth Station Of The Cross Kebab House
I Didn’t See It Coming (Richard X Mix)
(I Believe In) Travellin’ Light
Stop, Look And Listen
Passion Fruit
Desperation Made A Fool Of Me
Blue Eyes Of A Millionaire
Mr Richard
Meat And Potatoes
The Life Pursuit

Belle and Sebastian will play the following 2013 dates:

JULY
4– Quebec City Festival – Quebec
5– Montreal Jazz Festival – Montreal
6– Ottawa Bluesfest – Ottawa, Canada
7– Toronto Urban Folk Festival – Toronto
9 – Bank Of America Pavillion – Boston
10– Skyline Stage @ The Mann – Philadelphia
11– Prospect Park – NYC
12– Merriweather Post Pavillion – Wash DC
13– Stage AE – Pittsburgh
14– Bunbury Music Festival – Cincinatti
16– ACL @ The Moody Theatre – Austin
17– Santa Barbara Bowl – Santa Barbara
18– Twilight Series– Salt Lake City
20– Pitchfork Festival – Chicago
26– Open Air Festival – San Sebastian, Spain
27th July – Low Cost Festival, Spain

AUGUST
15– Sonorama – Spain
17– Parades de Coura – Portugal
23– Rock en Seine – Paris, France
30– Openair Festival – Zurich, Switzerland
SEP 1– End Of The Road Festival – Dorset
SEP 6– Bestival – Isle Of Wight

Visit the band here:
http://www.belleandsebastian.com/
https://twitter.com/bellesglasgow
https://www.facebook.com/Belle-and-Sebastian/

Who is Stuart Murdoch?

By Michael on Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

Now that we know exactly what John Ficenec is all about, we can turn our attention to the other half of the Write About Love contest equation; Mr. Stuart Murdoch of Belle and Sebastian.

While this is hardly the most comprehensive or definitive profile of Stuart, it is a quick look at the man behind the impending Belle and Sebastian song about Mr. J. Ficenec.

What is your name?:
Stuart Leopold Murdoch

Where are you from?:
Clarkston, Glasgow

How old are you?:
42

Of all the amazing entries, why did you pick John Ficenec’s?:
It was different, it was easy to read, it was funny and I thought the advice was good!

Have you ever been to Omaha?:
No, never, but I’ve heard it is a nice town, with a nice zoo.

What do you plan on doing with John when you get there?
I’m going to try real hard not to embarrass him.

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Who is John Ficenec?

By Michael on Friday, January 21st, 2011

Earlier this week we answered the question that everyone had been asking; “Who is going to win the Belle and Sebastian ‘Write About Love Contest?’”
But as questions beget questions, now everyone wants to know “Who the hell is John Ficenec?”
Well, after a short but relatively arduous search, we’ve located the lucky fella behind the billion dollar essay about young love (no, he doesn’t get a billion dollars*. Even better. He gets to hang out with Stuart Murdoch for a day and then have a Belle and Sebastian song written about him to be released as a limited 7″).
A little more about John:

Hello, John.
Hi.

Where are you from?:
Omaha, Nebraska.

How old are you?:
15

When/where did you first hear of Belle and Sebastian?:
I heard The Boy with the Arab Strap in a skate video.

What else do you listen to?:
Animal Collective, Panda Bear, Bright Eyes, Elliott Smith, Owen Pallett, Vampire Weekend, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart.

What are your favorite new bands?:
James Blake, Smith Westerns.

Old bands?:
The Clash, The Pixies, Simon & Garfunkel, The Kinks.

Why did you decide to enter the contest?:
Just for the heck of it and for fun.

What was it like when you found out you were in the Final 5?:
Crazy. I had a free period at school and starting freaking out.

We informed you on a Thursday that you were one of the 5 but didn’t tell you that you’d won until the next Tuesday. What was the wait like?:
Not that bad, just a little anxiety here and there.

What was it like when you found out that you’d won?:
Amazing. I had gotten done with gym class and checked my phone and saw a missed call and voicemail and decided to call back and found out I won. I was very ecstatic.

Do you have a record player? Will you be able to play the 7″ that is YOUR SONG?:
My grandmother has one so yes.

What do you plan on showing Stuart when he comes to Omaha?:
I would like to show him around the Old Market, my neighborhood, a restaurant called Amsterdam Falafel and Kebab, and a bakery called Jones Bros Cupcakes.

What’s the one thing Stuart should know about you?:
I am an avid photographer.

*Legally, I had to say that.

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Write About Love contest winners, part 3: Grand Prize

By Patrick on Tuesday, January 18th, 2011

The Belle and Sebastian Write About Love contest is closed and the band has judged.

AND THE WINNER IS…

John Ficenec, of Omaha Nebraska!

We reprint his winning essay below. John will be getting a personal visit from Belle and Sebastian singer Stuart Murdoch, and the band will then be writing a song about him, to be released this spring on Matador. (He will also receive the autographed album and Belle and Sebastian medal.)

Advice for Young Lovers: Never in ANY instance believe that you are going to marry someone you are dating/fond of before you are 18. Play the field while you are young. Don’t cheat or be a whore but see what all the fish are like so you’ll know what you like and what you don’t. Don’t dwell on past loves; they are ex’s for a reason. Don’t go out with someone if you have to keep it a secret because when it ends since no one knows you were dating there will be no one there but your actually ex to comfort you and chances are pretty good that they won’t. While you can show some public affection keep it to a minimal of holding hands or a cheek kiss. I always find myself disgusted walking by and seeing people swap tongue right in the middle of public. Yes, we get you are dating and whatnot, but really get a room. Don’t have sex without a condom. Don’t date your best friend. It may sound like a good idea at the time and even while you are going out with them but you know what when the relationship is over so is the amazing friendship. Don’t date people up to 2 years or older until you are 18. Don’t make someone your rebound. It makes them feel like shit and you feel like a monster. Talk to your significant other. Laugh with them ask them questions but DON’T interrogate them. Don’t become too jealous of anyone else. And never EVER get into the friends zone with someone you are fond of. It will scratch away at your heart and soul knowing that you will get no further than friends but that your heart wants to be more than friends.

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Write about Love contest winners, part two: The Runners-Up

By Patrick on Wednesday, January 12th, 2011

We announced the twenty-one honorable mention winners of Belle and Sebastian’s Write About Love contest on Tuesday. Today we have Stuart Murdoch’s top 5 selections — from which we will be choosing one GRAND PRIZE WINNER (to be announced later this week, stand by!) We have published all five essays below. These formidable writers will each receive a Belle and Sebastian medal in addition to an autographed LP — and one of these five finalists will win the GRAND PRIZE; a visit from Stuart and have a song written about her/him!!

Here are the winning essays:

John Ficenac, Omaha NE:

Advice for Young Lovers: Never in ANY instance believe that you are going to marry someone you are dating/fond of before you are 18. Play the field while you are young. Don’t cheat or be a whore but see what all the fish are like so you’ll know what you like and what you don’t. Don’t dwell on past loves; they are ex’s for a reason. Don’t go out with someone if you have to keep it a secret because when it ends since no one knows you were dating there will be no one there but your actually ex to comfort you and chances are pretty good that they won’t. While you can show some public affection keep it to a minimal of holding hands or a cheek kiss. I always find myself disgusted walking by and seeing people swap tongue right in the middle of public. Yes, we get you are dating and whatnot, but really get a room. Don’t have sex without a condom. Don’t date your best friend. It may sound like a good idea at the time and even while you are going out with them but you know what when the relationship is over so is the amazing friendship. Don’t date people up to 2 years or older until you are 18. Don’t make someone your rebound. It makes them feel like shit and you feel like a monster. Talk to your significant other. Laugh with them ask them questions but DON’T interrogate them. Don’t become too jealous of anyone else. And never EVER get into the friends zone with someone you are fond of. It will scratch away at your heart and soul knowing that you will get no further than friends but that your heart wants to be more than friends.

Rebecca Armendariz, Washington DC:

Clark’s cancer had spread to his hip and so two months before he died he couldn’t really walk. At least not without my help so I was his human crutch crushed on one side anytime he wanted his 33-year-old body moved to another spot in our apartment. After a period of decline he traded me in for a desk chair on wheels and I pushed him around scooping him up from under his armpits when we reached the bathroom. I’d use a firm but tender grip to lower his eggshell body into the tub where he’d sit for hours to make the effort worth it.He hardly left the house except for doctor’s appointments. I’d finally convinced him to wear an adult diaper after too many laundry loads of soaked pants and bed sheets. The first night he slept in it I put one on too and we giggled under piles of blankets together sharing a secret before he nodded off. One spring day we let the air breeze through the front and out the back of the apartment. The buried idea of what he’d been missing was exhumed; he wanted to go outside. We drove a few blocks to a friend’s where we sat in lawn chairs in a sun-soaked driveway. A snapshot of any one particular moment from that afternoon would appear unremarkable to an outsider. We gossiped and laughed. I drank a beer. After a few hours we were home refreshed by our peek at normalcy. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to see that mischievous amorous look in his eye but after helping him to the couch it disappeared. He wanted to do something for me for once. He wanted me to relax. And for the last time before he died I did.

Lia Braswell, Van Nuys CA:

I fell in love this summer. He was my first love. We spent every day together hand in hand and unaware of the people around us. Then summer came to an end as the leaves started to change colors. He moved away to Rhode Island. He never loved me back. I know he cared about me but the feeling of his subtle disappearance from my life leaves me no choice but to smile and walk away. So as of today I’m forgetting about it. I’m leaving it all behind because in this moment after hours and hours of biking around the valley I realized that the person I love most is someone who changed my life as soon as he left the world. He would have been thirty-one on October 11 2010. He has been gone for almost twelve years. That man is my brother. Still nineteen and no longer in pain. I had an epiphany that I am a musician because of his love. I am who I am because of his love. People tend to let go of loved ones who pass on but I can’t seem to part ways with him. The spirituality in me says that he is still around and he’s coming to life every second of the day. Even though I can’t see him I can feel him. I feel him whisper in my ear “Fuck it. You can do better” and I listen with an everlasting smile. It’s not that I’ll never find someone to love again. I will know when the time is right and when he is capable of loving me back. I will know when it is no longer Adam whispering in my ear. Every night is different and though it is lonesome I will never be completely alone.

Christina from Ridgewood NY:

One day my best friend and I went to a guitar shop in midtown Manhattan. I was and always have been a musical dope unable to read music or remember where to put my fingers. My childhood piano teacher gave up on me. My friend Lo was quite talented with violin and guitar. A lanky young man with long hair covering his face assisted us showing us acoustic and electric Fender and Gibson. I’m certain neither Lo or I remembered anything he showed us because every time he put his fingers on the frets he flashed us a tattoo on his wrist. It was a big red heart and inside the heart in beautiful script was the word “Nervous Nervous Heart.” Afterwards Lo and I talked about how it was the best tattoo we’d ever seen that the young man seemed such a gentle shy soul it fit him well. We wondered if we wore our heart on our wrist what would it say about us “Bold Skittish Free” I think back on this moment from time to time how we were and how we are. I still cannot play music but I can sing and Lo owns a trendy consignment shop. She lives far away to the North with her husband and child their marriage on the rocks. I still live in NYC with my husband and child going strong surviving disasters and laughing. What would our tattoo hearts say now “Brave Adapting Fractured”.

Daniel Montano, Pittsburgh PA:

I could not contain the Great Love I had inside my Heart. So I went around the city on a bike to Write about Love. I wrote on the walls along the traint racks the rivers and the bridges. In abandoned buildings and on fancy storefronts in the busy shopping area. To express my Love for the Beauty of the World. To reflect the Light of The Sun Moon and Stars. To honor and pay tribute to the simple Beauty of my beloveds face. To place value on feelings of the Heart over the material world. To cover the bricks with precious kisses and sorrowful tears so they too could experience Love. To wake up the sleeping people of the world with Bold Statements of Love. And the people said that my Love was prolific and would go down in History. And they displayed my Love all over the evening news. And when they showed the policeman taking me away even he would say that my Love was profound. And the Judge said so too at my trial when he sentenced me to five years. But my Love was so strong that I took it with me to prison. My love was so determined that it would not diminish but always grow. So in my cell I wrote about Love…I wrote about Love at all costs for it is the noblest cause on Earth and is valued accordingly by God in Heaven. So I got on my knees and prayed I would purify my Love so it wouldn’t cause harm. So the World may receive it. God answered my Prayers when a young girl sent me a letter in prison: “I enjoyed reading your Poetry all over the city walls. Please write them in a book so they will last.”

Winners: we will be in touch with you shortly to get you your prizes. (If you haven’t heard from us in the next day or so, please email Mike V.)

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Write About Love contest winners, part one: Honorable Mentions

By Patrick on Tuesday, January 11th, 2011

As you may have read over on the Belle and Sebastian site, Stuart has chosen the shortlist of winners for the Write About Love contest. We are pleased to announce our Part One winners, the Honorable Mentions, today:

Ann Orsini – Carrboro, NC
Paul Sotrop – Maplewood, NJ
Brett Hall – Lawrence, KS
Michele Muller – Brooklyn, NY
Mike Janzen – Spruce Grove, Alberta (Canada)
Michael Henriksen – Salt Lake City, UT
Blake Gibson – Cincinnati, OH
Ryan Johnson – Ludington, MI
Brian Pfeiffer – Oakland, CA
Tyler Ring – Columbia, TN
Keith Kuramoto – Glendale, CA
Megan Helstone – Bellflower, CA
Chad Johnston – Lawrence, KS
Evan Minsker – Dexter, MI
Joshua Cagan – Los Angeles, CA
Camille Akers – Omaha, NE
Joanna Blauer – Ypsilanti, MI
Nicholas Burica – Tinley Park, IL
Daryan Reay Farrell – Urbandale, IA
Trudy Haley – Scandinavia, WI
Andrew Weber – Bloomington, IN

Honorable Mention winners will receive autographed LPs of Write About Love. (If your name is on the list above and you haven’t heard from us, keep checking your email – you should be contacted shortly. If you still haven’t heard, please email Mike V and ask him what’s up.)

Keep checking back here this week to see Part 2 and Part 3 announcements: the Runner Ups and the Grand Prize – a get-to-know-you meeting with Stuart himself followed by a Belle and Sebastian song written about the winner.

“And it’s fun, thinking of you like a movie star”

By Catherine on Friday, December 10th, 2010

I don’t really know what it means to be in love, and as they say, write what you know.  Since I am to write about love, I will focus on something I love to have and am very well acquainted with: Crushes.

These are pictures of the three-ring binder I had in 7th grade.  I saw “Speed” in the summer of 1994 just after graduating from elementary school, and became absolutely smitten with Keanu Reeves.  I spent that summer daydreaming about how I was going to marry Keanu when I was 24 (only after I had retired from modeling, of course).  Did you know that Keanu was born in Beirut, Lebanon and that the name means “cool breeze over the mountain” in Hawaiian (thanks for the education, Bop Magazine!)?  Anyway, I thought about the trips my future husband and I would take, made sketches of the types of dresses I planned to don at future red carpet events, and imagined how great it would someday be to hobnob with celebrities like Sandra Bullock, Jeff Daniels and Dennis Hopper (12 year-old me imagined the cast of “Speed” to be the best of friends, I would later become aware of things like press junkets).

This intense “love” lasted a grand total of 6 months, until a viewing of “Newsies” ushered in a new era where Christian Bale reigned supreme over my 13 year-old heart.  Well, along with Ethan Hawke, Brad Pitt, Brad Renfo (RIP) and Jared Leto, who were also, like, really, really cute and stuff.

1996 (age 14) was the year I had my first boyfriend, kiss, drink, joint etc. and things like celebrity crushes temporarily fell by the wayside.  I watched “Dazed and Confused” all the time, read Siddhartha, and made my dad stand in line to get me tickets to see the Sex Pistols during their Filthy Lucre reunion tour, cus I was, like, into punk rock and stuff, but like, had to rehearse for my 8th grade graduation, right, and I was, like, afraid it would sell out if I went after school.  It was all very Lindsay Weir in “Freaks and Geeks,” I even started wearing an army jacket and had the same haircut!

Ah, speaking of “Freaks and Geeks,” my current celebrity crush is James Franco.  Actually… strike the first statement of this blog post from the record – I added “Eat Pray Love” to my Netflix queue.  That’s LOVE.

About Love

By Dave on Thursday, December 9th, 2010

Before I start I should acknowledge that my photo heavy and link-tastic post is directly inspired from noted blogger Ira Kaplan.

I was originally going to write about one of my true loves:  record stores.  I met my wife in a record store and my life still revolves around them, but this year there was a bigger theme than records in my life.

Going places and being with the people you love.

My wife’s family is from Butler, PA and we spent two weeks there this summer doing a whole lot of nothing. It was great.  We went to a Bluesox game, we went to the drive in (Photo from noted Bulter native CongoEels flickr.)  We went to Moraine state park to ride bikes, swim and have a picnic.  It all ruled.

Some other places I went:

Columbus, Ohio.  I finally saw the Gibson Bros and it was fantastic.

The Adirondacks

I love a good wedding and this was one of the best in recent memory, must have something to do with the day.  The whole weekend was all so beautiful.  We went swimming in this lake.

It was cold and awesome.

Scituate, MA

I grew up nowhere near the ocean so a clambake was nothing more than an Elvis joke.  In real life it is so much more


The Lost Weekend

I’d never been to Las Vegas, I’m far to scared to actually gamble (too many records I want to buy with that money.) Everything related to the weekend wasz fantastic, but I never expected to be so taken with the surroundings.

My final trip of the year is going to be the best one yet, but it is supposed to be a surprise so if you see my parents don’t tell them.

Red Red Wine I Love You Right From The Start…

By Brigitte on Tuesday, December 7th, 2010

I suddenly became very aware of my surroundings. My favorite white strapless dress with the lace overlay suddenly started to itch and I was overwhelmed with this feeling of insecurity. Should I have worn this dress and not the purple A line with the big bow? My hair has completely fallen from dancing and is now getting in my face. My foot is slipping out of my kitten heels every step we take. I died them bright white to match my favorite dress, which I’m now seriously reconsidering. I think my stockings are starting to fall.

I felt his hand brush against my arm as it slowly made it’s way in to my hand. I was relieved to feel it was moist, he must be nervous too. He stopped. Turned to face me. I could feel his eyes on me. I was too scared to look at him. The carpet was a dark green with a pretty flower pattern. How long can I avoid his eyes? Is the carpet really that entertaining? If I look at him will he read my thoughts? Will he know everything I’m thinking. He’ll know how I feel about him. Then everyone will know. He moved closer to me. He smelled sweet. There was a faint smell of the cologne he had put on earlier that night, mixed with the chocolate cake they served for dessert and the clean smell of fabric softener. His hand tightened around mine and I knew. It was time to face my fate. I looked up from the floor and caught his gaze. He smiled. It was that same smile that brought me away to this hallway, away from my parents, away from my friends, and away from the party. It was that smile that made me question myself, intensely wish he’d like me and daydream about this very moment. He started to lean towards me. I watched him close his eyes. I did the same. I felt his warm breath get closer and his lips gently rest upon mine. It was over in moments. It went so quickly. So perfectly. I wish I hadn’t been so scared. Why was I so scared?

I followed him back in to the banquet hall, giddy and slightly embarrassed. They all knew. They had to know. I was lost, completely in love. Thankfully, we managed to make it back in time for UB40s “Red, Red Wine.” The night was nearing to an end. Just thinking about waiting to see him again at school on Monday already seemed like an eternity.

My mom called my name and instantly I snapped out of my daze.

It was so many years ago now but I remember it like it was yesterday. My first kiss. It was the beginning of my first love. Everything was so innocent. We had no idea about consequence, about pain, about a heart broken! I just loved for the sake of loving and it was incredible.

Crazy For Loving You…..

By Helen Rush on Monday, December 6th, 2010

Like most people here, I pondered what to write about love.  In the end I decided to write about my mum and some of her lovers…

My mum, Liz, grew up in a crowded family (nine brothers and sisters), She was adventurous and funny and did crazy things, like legally changing her name to ‘Countess DeVitoria’ because she wanted to have a ‘title’.  She loved cigarettes, strong instant coffee, alcohol, Patsy Cline, Country & Western nights, adult education, dogs, leather pants, drama (as in life, not theatre) and of course…men.

Growing up my mum had a quite a few boyfriends, some memorable, some not, some I didn’t know about until years later, like Lou Adler (yes the Lou Adler), and one which wasn’t her boyfriend even though she thought he was at the time but really he was her rich, gay friend. I was quite young and only remember that he had a white car (apparently a Jaguar) with a white leather interior and a white CAR PHONE!!  At the time (1977) this was some Space Age/James Bond kind of stuff.  He was always super nice to my mum and she thought he was just being polite, but really he was gay.

Ian was her young fisherman boyfriend, I remember him mainly because he looked like Gary Glitter.  They would spend most Saturday afternoons in bed, which I didn’t get at all. I couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t want to be outside.

Once Ian took us all fishing. We sailed in his little boat from Porthleven to Mullion and back again.  The return journey was really scary, not because the boat was practically vertical and none of us could swim (except Ian), but because my mum couldn’t light her cigarette due to the waves crashing over us and she was absolutely furious (she kept trying though).  Ian wanted to marry my mum, but his family disapproved because of the age difference so they split up.

My mum moved to London and started dating Leon. I don’t remember too much about Leon except he was a jeweler and there was a squirrel in his back garden that we could hand-feed.  He gave my mum lots of gold jewelry; later in life she advised me to “make sure to always get gold jewelry from your boyfriends, Helen”. Maybe that’s why I remember Leon.  He wanted to marry her, but his mum said no due to religious differences.

She met Mr. Davidson (I never knew his first name) on the subway platform and he asked her on a date. He was much older and a widower. We all went to live in his enormous Elizabethan house outside of London. It was really amazing and the garden was huge, surrounded by a big wall.  It was really beautiful. Mr. Davidson wanted to marry my mum.  She loved him, but thought he was a little too old, also he wasn’t so keen on children (!!) and my sister and I were at that age where we had to fight about everything. Finally they broke up, he gave my mum an awesome car and we drove away. Six years later he died.

Len was my favorite of my mums’ boyfriends. He was an American with big shaggy hair, t-shirt and flared jeans. They met in a bookstore because she thought he was an employee but he wasn’t and instead asked her on a date.  I never knew what he did for a living, but my mum once told me that when they would go to the American Embassy everyone would salute him.  He introduced my sister and I to tortilla chips and the word ‘candy’. He didn’t want to marry my mum, and she was cool with that, she just really loved him.

Len asked my mum if she wanted to go on a motorbike trip with him across the Middle East. It was going to be a long trip and my mum really wanted to go.  She asked my Grandma if she would look after me and my sister but, she said no, not because she didn’t want to look after us, but because being an Irish Catholic meant most things were pretty sinful and my mum on a motorbike with a single man in the Middle East was certainly up there on the ‘Sin Scale’. My mum didn’t go and they split up but remained friends for the rest of her life.

Eventually my mum became the housekeeper of an old dairy farmer called John and ended up marrying him. She stayed with John on and off until she died, occasionally leaving him for some lover or another, but she always ended up back there. They were companions of a sort.

It was kind of surreal living on the farm, not just because of the bright purple painted 300 year old beams or the purple and white wallpaper with flowers that were at least a foot across adorning my bedroom or the crazy twin sister who would come and visit, unknowingly chop down a tree in the orchard then come in for a cup of tea.  Needless to say my mum was a frequent topic of conversation/gossip in the village and that’s all I’ll say.

I could not conceive of how much I would miss my mum, miss talking to her, miss telling her I love her, miss her craziness…  My mum was a real character, one you could never forget, especially mine and my sisters boyfriends who she would warn to treat us well otherwise she would come back and haunt them after she was dead…current suitors beware…

My mum died October 15th 2009.