Hey Tories, tax me – not my licence fee

Today George Osborne’s budget revealed that soon the BBC is to fund the cost of free licence-fees for over-75s.

This will apply to all and will not be means tested. It will eat up a fifth of the BBC’s budget – and don’t forget that the BBC is already cutting over 1,000 jobs to save £50 million (it has yet to announce how it will save a further £100 million currently needing to be found).

Here’s the thing; I understand the need to help people in need and I totally support social policies that do this. There are pensioners in this country who have very little money and are entitled to help. And this is one of the many reasons we have taxes – based on the income we earn and adjusted to reflect this. And these taxes are how this policy should be funded. You want to tax me more to fund this? Fine. I will pay £150 pounds in extra tax a year  – between 12 and 13 pounds a month – to fund someone in need to have access to the wide and varied communications services the BBC provides.

Another pledge the Tories promised during their election campaign was a further freeze of the licence fee. With this new plan announced, this would be disastrous for the BBC – but it looks like Director General Tony Hall has cut a deal that means a rise in line with inflation will be possible. Bear in mind that for many years annual BBC staff pay rises have been under the rate of inflation. This rise of the licence fee wouldn’t mean pay rises for its staff, but it will be vital to keep the BBC going. Again, however – why not means test people to see who should be eligible for a free licence, avoid eating up the budget and freeze the licence fee for another five years. Either way the BBC is negatively effected, but surely it’s preferable to a BBC that can’t afford to commission the dramas that BBC Worldwide can syndicate internationally in order to fund public service content for the nation.

To be honest, I’m surprised, shocked and saddened that this move today is even legal – surely we, as licence fee and tax payers, should have a say in how the product we pay for is deprecated. How our services are cut and whether we prefer to keep thousands of people in work – paying their taxes and the cost of their TV licences, no less. The BBC is vital to the growth of the indie production sector, to training the next generation in media, developing the digital ideas that will inspire the industry (iPlayer, for example), for entertaining and educating our children, from toddlers to teenagers (where they’ll use the BBC for revision and learning), to find recipes from the chefs they see on BBC channels (not imperialist Osbourne, but a common sense ‘digital 360’ approach to programming, making commissions go further for the audience), inspiring and informing the world with the hugely trusted World Service, making household names of British writers, actors and directors. Uncovering conspiracies and covering wars. Soundtracking our kitchens, bedrooms, cars and gardens with BBC Radio. Bringing culture – both live and recorded – to the masses. I simply can’t cover it all in this blog, but I do welcome you to mention your favourite BBC services in the comments below.

There’s a well-known routine in the journalism industry; everyone watches Sky News. They have a dedicated pot of money so they can publish stories as soon as they come in without necessarily knowing how watertight they are. They seek the viewers and cover their backs later. This doesn’t mean their coverage is usually inaccurate, but it’s why they can take risks and break stories before anyone else. The BBC, on the other hand, has to have anything it reports verified. In other words, everyone may watch Sky News, but they trust the BBC. They’re ying and yang and they balance each other out. There is absolutely room for both.

Osborne may say that BBC News is risking the stability of the national press, but I smell a rat. The BBC News website again publishes verifiable, unbiased news stories. The majority of the national press is right wing; they provide a loud, supportive voice for the Tories. They are essential to their plans come election season. The Tories need these outlets. Therefore they need to crush the alternative. And so they turn on the BBC and they attempt to tear it apart, before people decide they prefer their news to be news, and not an opinion published to sell papers.

To conclude, I repeat my earlier statement – tax my income, and not the culture I willingly pay for.

ASOS x Walls and the difficult decision

Ever since I saw pictures from the press launch of the ingenious Walls and ASOS collaboration I’ve been hungrily awaiting the collection’s release.

I even went to the lengths of tweeting the ASOS team about it, given that June had arrived and still no release. They first said to keep and eye on their site and then, that very same afternoon, tweeted me a link to the Twister lolly heels (£50)I’d be so desperately coveting.

I’ve not seen the amazing rocket lolly and Feast glittery clutch bags I also had my eye on posted on the site yet, but I couldn’t resist treating myself to a starship rocket dress (£40) too…

Naturally the heels are only available in a size 3 now, but the dress is still available in all sizes. I felt tentative to say the least about spending so much, but then I remembered it’s rare I find clothes I like so much – and screw it, it’s Summer.

Within a few days the pieces had arrived at work and I got so excited I ran to the loos to try them on. Thankfully my very obliging colleague Shabana took a photo for me…

To my mild horror the back of the dress is white and more revealing than you’d expect – I pretty much have to wear leggings with it or find the best white anti-VPL pants ever, because otherwise you’ll be able to see my pants through it. Not exactly ideal. The heels have no platform and are the same in height as the length of my iPhone 5C (to give you an idea). Wearing them is like trying to strut in ballet pointe shoes. Nigh on impossible.

I packed up the items and put the photos on Instagram explaining that I was going to have to return them and was pretty much flat out told by the very nice commenters that no, I couldn’t possibly return them Similarly Luke told me that the dress had to stay.

So that’s that. I’m going to watch telly in the shoes (so I don’t have to move) and buy some new pants; because you win, social media. You win.

Skin salad

Excuse the icky title! I’ve not been eating skin, I promise!

I’ve just returned from visiting my boyfriend Luke in France (followed by my sister’s hen weekend in Wales) and I’ve over indulged in bread, wine and cake. Understandably I felt chubbier and my skin was ravaged by copious amounts of Lancome’s SPF 50 CC cream (I had to have SPF, but this isn’t a product I’ll be buying again – it’s an expensive break out in a bottle). To try and reward my body for keeping going I’ve been feeding it a rainbow every night for the past four days.

It’s pretty much a souped up tuna nicoise – although I’ve been having it with tinned salmon too. The salad in the picture above features olives, chopped gherkins, red pepper, celery, cucumber, grated carrot, mixed salad leaves, tinned salmon and a ‘just hard enough’ boiled egg. Oh, and a simple balsamic and olive oil dressing. It basically gets your jaw working double time and it’s properly refreshing and carb free (if that’s your bag).

I’m needing protein as I’m getting back into my circuit training and boxing post holiday and I’ve got a common ‘cranky knee’ condition called chondromalacia patellae which sometimes means bending my knees to get up is excruciating. However, if I eat fish I genuinely notice a difference – and fast. It doesn’t mean I don’t get a dodgy knee from jumping, but it does help me heal faster – essential given that I’m exercising at least five times a week.

The other benefit I’ve noticed is that my skin, which genuinely reached peak anger by the end of my week in France, has cleared up in double time. It’s also a combination of cutting out alcohol, swapping that evil CC cream for Garnier Moisture Match SPF 20 moisturiser and a discontinued Khiels tinted moisturiser, and using a couple of drops of Khiel’s Midnight Recovery Concentrate every other night (too much equals, yep you guessed it, breakouts). I’ve also gone back to Cetaphil skin cleanser, after using Nivea Refreshing Face Wash in France and finding it was probably increasing the skin problem, rather than helping! I geniunely think Cetaphil is brilliant – I read an article where Alexa Chung recommended it and tracked it down in the pharmacy section of Boots. (I’m now on my third bottle.)

So is the skin down to my routine or has the rainbow salad helped things along a bit? Well, I’m kind of convinced it has – usually my skin wouldn’t recover quite so fast (although the Khiel’s serum will definitely have helped). The hazard is that I’ll get stuck in a rut of the same thing every night, so if anyone has tips for skin friendly, guilt free recipes (preferably ones that feature cheap ingredients of convenience), please recommend away!

Roxanne de Bastion – live in London!

I am pleased to announce that I’ll be at Roxanne de Bastion’s single launch on Tuesday 28th…

… Ahem. Not that I’m playing or anything! I’ll be in the crowd cheering her on!

I used to play Roxanne’s music on my Amazing Radio show and we caught up over a glass of wine last week to chat about gigging in Europe and getting a band together in London – the former is great, the second is difficult!

It’ll be brilliant to finally see Roxanne perform live – she’s got a pure (but interesting) and her new song Rerun (video above) hints at a move into experiments with a larger sound beyond a traditional acoustic set up (but still with cello – gotta love a cello!)

You can get tickets and find out more here.

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See you there?

As seen on green screen

Since last year I’ve been working on a project which I can’t say much about – except that I’ll tweet vociferously about it once it’s live.

It involves me being on camera and possibly using green screen.

The majority of my experience on camera has been using an iPad leant against a stack of books. I’m tentative, nervous and excited and I wish I could say more, but as I probably should keep quiet (it might go awry, it might not happen, it’s probably not allowed as it’s with my employer)!

So instead, I’m going to focus on what really counts. What I’m wearing. And yes, that will definitely involve a shockingly bright lip…

LIPSTICK!

Shiny skirt!

… And a stunningly shiny skirt.

But that’s about it, inspiration-wise. So I need your help! Lend me your sartorial opinions – all I know is that I should avoid green. What should I wear on camera and what should I avoid?!? Comment below or send me a Tweet…

(Thanks in advance!)

Getting fit on YouTube

I’ve recently made a foray back into live blogging, starting with a video about my efforts to get fit.

I’ve been a devotee of Davina DVDs for a few years now, but I’ve decided to diversify and try and mix things up a bit! Oh, and to get my bum into gear and make myself get outside too…

Currently I do circuit training on Tuesdays (cardio based) and Fridays (toning focused), boxing on Thursdays and running on Saturday and Sunday, plus the occasional Tuesday dance class. My boyfriend Luke has become a sparring partner at weekends too…

It sounds knackering, but it’s all in the name of being active at least 5 – 6 times a week. I fit my classes into lunchtimes at work (30 minutes each) and I don’t tend to run more than twenty minutes at a time. So really, it adds up to less than four hours a week.

Here’s my thoughts on getting started in running…

Now, if only I could start cooking wider variety of foods…

Doug’s dinner

Today I headed to the Beard expedition at Somerset House with my friend Doug to see the brilliantly bushy (or occasionally selectively sparse) facial bristles captured by Mr Elbank.

Doug can’t eat dairy and I can’t eat a variety of stuff – meat and shellfish by choice, and lentils, pulses and onions (I’m still discovering the others) because they give me crippling stomach pains – or make me bloat for a week.

Our intolerances mean we struggle with the most convenient of foods – think pizza and curries (sigh), and on the plus side, it encourages culinary creativity. On the other hand, it’s quite difficult to make it down the greengrocer’s every day.

With this in mind, I’ve named this super quick and cheap tomato sauce, which can be created with your standard store cupboard staples after Doug! Serve it with tagliatelle and feta like I do, or as a sauce for fish. It could also be used for lasagne or a pasta bake. I tend to make extra each time I cook it so I can take it to work with some wholewheat fusilli.

For two servings, you will need…

  • 400g chopped tomatoes
  • A couple of cloves of garlic (I often use three – I love garlic!)
  • Powdered or a fresh chopped red chilli, seeds discarded
  • One sugar cube
  • A splash of balsamic vinegar
  • A splash of olive oil
  • Dried mixed herbs
  • Salt and pepper to season
  • Green olives (optional)
  • Fresh basil (optional)

Method

  1. Heat the oil for a minute in a large frying pan. Use medium – high heat – basically you don’t want to burn your garlic or oil. If you’re using fresh chilli, fry this at the same time
  2. Add the tomatoes, sugar, balsamic vinegar, herbs, salt and pepper and chilli powder if you’re using it.
  3. Cut the olives into slices with scissors, leaving some whole and add these to the sauce (optional)
  4. Heat for five minutes on a medium heat
  5. Serve with fresh, torn basil leaves or leave out to cool before storing in an airtight container in the fridge

Give it a go – and do let me know how you get on – @getfrank!

A tale from the night bus

Last Saturday I headed out and equipped myself with a weapon; a laser shooting gun that fired grenades, smart bombs and ‘standard’ red laser-y bullets. Oh yes, I celebrated my belated birthday with a round of laser quest, followed by a more adult trip to my favourite wine bar, the genius self-service Vagabond. Inspired by my boyfriend Luke, and after a 1am pitstop for coffee and cheesecake at Bar Italia in Soho, we rounded things off with two hours of karaoke; Alanis Morrisette, Little Shop of Horrors sound track, Barenaked Ladies – the works!

All in all, a pretty full night. And I’m clearly telling you all this because the last time I headed home at 4am was Halloween, and that was a party down the road where I’d consumed a small bottle’s worth of beer throughout the entire evening. I’m proud. But laser quest and karaoke and wine AND cheesecake? Of course I was asking for trouble…

I’d been drinking throughout the evening, but at a very slow pace, so by the time we got the N1 back to Luke’s flat in Greenwich, I was fairly sober – and entirely coherent. You probably wouldn’t be able to tell I’d been drinking, party outfit and time of day aside.

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We headed straight up to the top floor of the deserted double decker bus and sat in the scenic bit; on the left at the very front of the bus. We took a celebratory photo. I sat by the window and watched the snow fall. A few stops in, more people joined us; a group of drunk students who spread themselves out across the seats in the middle of the bus and a pair of men, who sat directly behind us.

I just happened to be looking out of the window to my left when I noticed a hand – quick as a flash – reach through the gap next to the wall of the bus and wriggle itself next to my waist. I’ve gone over this moment many times in my head since; was he trying to tickle me? Steal from me? Reach further?

I turned around; “Why did you just touch me? You just touched me!” I exclaimed loudly, projecting my voice down the aisle. The man looked despondent for a moment. “I want you to move.” I said.

By now the man had worked out how to respond; by twisting a finger to his head as if to say I was crazy and miming a drink, to say I was too drunk to know better. “I have girlfriend, why would I do this?” he said in broken
English, his friend silent and passive next to him.

“You did touch me and I want you to move right now,” I exclaimed. I was not going to be fobbed off my a man accusing me of being crazy. He began to protest more. “I want you to move to another seat. I’m not having you sit behind me.”

By now the students were saying nothing. Although I spoke loudly, I had a strong sense of control and did not mind that they were watching. If I moved, I’d admit defeat and show weakness to these men. If I moved I’d look like I was lying. But I was going to sit this one out.

Less than a minute after I’d called the man out, he moved to the empty seat behind his. His friend remained in place, until a couple of minutes later when he too moved. Now all we had to do was remain on the bus for 15 more excruciating minutes and we’d be rid of them. And we did.

It was a small moment in an epic evening – and it’ll never be able to overshadow the night. But I won’t forget it in a hurry. I will never understand his motives either – was it a joke at my expense? Was it a kink? Was it an attempt to take my Oyster card? And the worst – does he do it often to other women?

Late resolutions

I realise it’s not seasonal anymore to declare fresh intentions for the year, but I just spent twenty quid on a bluetooth keyboard from Tiger that has a shortcut for a dollar sign in place of a pound so I thought I’d give it a spin and try actually writing something with it.

So yes, this might be a poorly structured post. Please bear with!

There are many, many things I’d like to do this year. After a trip to New York in January to visit my lovely friend Jonny, I realised that maybe I’m not so scared of flying at all; big planes are better are taking off than spindly budget airlines after all. That’s the secret! And if you fly further, they bring you wine! Therefore, I need to travel more, and fear less. Not every penny needs to go into the ISA (although the raising of the allowance is clearly a good thing, it also means it’s nigh on impossible for me to fill it, so no treats for achieving this come April!)

I need to start running again. I had a day off today and forced my way outside. I was shocked by how fine I felt. And then I started running. It was hard – I hadn’t run up the notorious hills of Greenwich Park for a couple of months – but I also managed to make it to the final furlong without a stitch. And that to me is an achievement. (I got a stitch in the last bit, but that’s okay, I didn’t stop.)

In New York I started making Touchcasts again and remembered how much I enjoy talking to a camera. I don’t enjoy admitting it. I’m going to change this and start as I mean to go on; I LOVE TALKING TO YOU VIA A LENS. I WANT TO BE CLAUDIA WINKLEMAN. Or at the very least, I’d like to get to the point where other people want me to work with them and let me give it a go outside the confines of my bedroom, using something other than my iPad delicately balanced on a hazardous pile of books and paper.

My blog is becoming less of a blog, more a brain landfill. I’d like to get it back on track and post more regularly; about friends’ projects, comedy, those videos I mentioned. Things that matter to me – and others. I had every intention of writing my thoughts on No More Page 3 and then I didn’t.

Bake, cook and be a good host – that’s something that’s always on my to do list. I tell people all the time they should come for dinner. I need to follow up on this!

Gig again – I go through periods of playing guitar a lot, and then not at all. I miss writing songs and I miss gigging. But I can’t bear the pay to play culture and I don’t always like playing solo.

Go to an improv class. I’m not a comic, but I need to push myself a bit more. No one tends to believe this; I can be quite introverted and have to work hard to talk to new people. I’m quite jokey and people think I’m nervous because of it – they don’t take me seriously and when I do act seriously, the change can scare them! And I need to go to ‘things’ – be it a recommended event in Time Out magazine, volunteering to be an extra or getting behind the camera (as well as in front of it).

It’s not an exhaustive list, but it does sound exhausting, doesn’t it? Wish me luck – or better still, share your ideas for how I can get started! (Thanks!)

Meet Graniella!

Graniella loves a ‘natural look’ (false eyelashes, red lipstick and eyeliner – naturally), shower gel and brushing her hair.

And she’ll sell you ANYTHING.

Graniella is the creation of my friend (and gifted stand up) Grainne Maguire. We shot this yesterday and I dusted off my iMovie skills. (And my Mac, which took four hours to upload it!!!)

If you enjoy, please do share and let us know if you’d like to see more!