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Hi, I'm Lyndsey. I'm a 36 year old Mum from Wales. I have a Masters Degree in Marketing Communications and Public Relations and put it to good use in my work as a freelance Marketing & PR consultant. I also work part time as a fundraising coordinator for a Welsh charity which I absolutely love!! With two jobs, two children, two cats and a handsome man, lets just say I'm a busy lady. 
From 2006-2008, I wrote a column for the Denbighshire Free Press. I was so proud of the feedback I got for this, even the one angry ‘You Suck’ letter to the editor cheered me up no end; it showed that people took notice of what little ol’ me had to say. It’s good to know that people give a rat’s ass either way! So, succumbing to requests from my former fan club (ok, overstating there – readers who had nothing better to do on a Thursday afternoon) under the March 2014 archive you will find a selection of my early Free Press articles. I’d love to hear what you think on any of the subjects raised…you know, rat’s ass either way feedback ;-)

Friday, 23 May 2014

The Welsh Blonde Meets The Russians From Neverland

Chuffed to bits!  That's how I felt when I was invited to attend an exclusive preview of Peter Pan on Ice at Venue Cymru, Llandudno.  Ok, I was in the middle of a hundred and one jobs and attendance would require me to bribe my son into childcare for an hour or two but what can I say?  Totally worth it!

Bugger all to wear so I dashed off to the nearest fashion shops.  With only an hour to spare between charity presentations and a lunch meeting, I grabbed a bunch of outfits that I had seen on my favourite blog, In The Frow, and hoped that the clothes would look as good on me, a size bigger than I like, as they do on Victoria Frow, size 'fashion skinny'.  Umm... yes to the one outfit and MY GOD NO!! to the other outfits which I shoved viciously back into the carrier bag, resisting the temptation to stamp on the bag five times before taking them back for my refund. 

I arrived at the theatre in good time - a miracle for me!  I introduced myself at the box office and was sent off to the conference centre, where I introduced myself to the same blank face on another human, and was promptly sent back to the box office. I started to feel a bit of an outsider so resorted to smiling enthusiastically to random passers by in the hope of a pity conversation. It worked. Eventually I met a lovely radio presenter from Dee 106.3 and a great bunch from TVConwy who were also there for the event.

Soon enough we were led into the theatre's auditorium.  It was cold and my new foxy outfit was decidedly the wrong choice.  I crossed my arms across my chest and hoped my boobies behaved.  The stage set was great.  A giant story book with the words Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie would have made it clear to the most 'Joey Essex' of people exactly what the show was.  The stage floor was frozen and piles of skate-sliced ice were scattered in small piles; which my daughter later commented on that poor Olaf from Frozen had finally learnt what sunshine is...could have cried on the spot!

A group of performers from the Russian Ice Stars glided onto the stage and took up position whilst I settled into a seat, camera in hand ready to film their exclusive performance.  Within seconds of them starting however, I found myself on my feet, jaw dropped, emitting "whoah" noises loudly, forgetting that the camera would record sound as well as picture.

Skaters hurtled round the stage at speed before a couple were spinning round and around on a rope hanging from the roof.  I tell you, British health and safety would NEVER have allowed it!  The ceiling swingers were later introduced to us.  Katya, a pirate in the show, was lovely enough to lets us interview her.  I marvelled at how she seemed barely out of breath.  Katya informed us that she only learned to ice skate when she turned 30 years old and her background is in arial gymnastics.  Most of the other cast members have been skating since they were 5 years old; I was so impressed by this chick!  I asked her if there were any stunts that she found scary to perform; to which she looked cool as a cucumber and shrugged.  That's a "No" then.  Scott, the show's director added that he often watches the stunts with apprehension, "After all, Katya is swinging round with her husband Alexander hanging from her feet. We have fire, flying, hola hooping..." 'Hola hooping?' I thought 'What's so dangerous about that?'  I found out later when some tiny woman spun about 10 hola hoops which were on fire, whilst skating...WHOAH!
 
Scott, the director for the Russian Ice Stars' show, explained to us that 95% of the cast are from Russia and the crew are from the Ukraine. They have toured across the world, starting in Kuwait last September, they have been to countries including Australia, India, Spain, Cyprus and Greece, the final shows are right here in Llandudno.    
 
When it was time to leave, the theatre promotions manager offered me a family ticket to come and watch the full show that night - opening night.  Of course I said "Yes please"; whilst in my head I was doing a pirouette of complete chuffed'ness.  I called my family and told them the good news.  The reaction was diluted. Ice skating was apparently not their thing.  Tough!  They were coming!
 
7.30pm, the curtain lifted. 7.31pm, a chorus noise emitted from my family "Whoaaahh"  That was it, they were entranced for the entire show. "Encore" yelled my son before he nudged me in the ribs "Is this on the telly anytime?"  Smug, I told him I'd find the performances on line for him. Back home, the kids practised their ice/floor skating moves in the living room until I was finally able to get them to bed.  All in all, thanks to Venue Cymru and the Russian Ice Stars, We'd had a fantastic day!  
 
 
Peter Pan On Ice runs from 21-25th May in Venue Cymru, Llandudno.  To book tickets visit https://www.venuecymru.co.uk/whats-on/Peter-Pan-on-Ice-2014/season/831.html

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Happy Birthday - We Got You A ...Donkey

Last Month we went as a family to the Donkey Sanctuary in Manchester. What a fantastic place!

It was my boyfriend’s birthday and as usual I was totally stuck for what to get him.  Classic man above the age of 40, when asked what he would like as a gift he replied “undies and socks, can’t go wrong” tut! Ok, I realise that he seriously does need socks these days. I have more than a sneaking suspicion that he has only a few odd, holey, was once a pair, socks left and it’s likely that this has something to do with the fact that my kids and I can never be bothered to try and pair up our own socks and so just rob his from his draw whilst he is in the shower but since they get put in the wash basket at my house, they never find their way back to his drawer again.  I did attempt to get him a pair of socks from Matalan last Christmas, they even had his name across the top but when he unwrapped them, his joy soon dissipated when he discovered that one sock was around size 7 and the other a size 12…I have no idea how that happened (and for once, that’s the truth as usually I always know what happened, but keep my mouth shut). Why am I still talking about socks??
Anyhow, after travelling the main road between our respective houses, we again passed a lonely donkey in the field and my fella, for the fortieth time, regaled us with the story about how all donkeys have a cross on their back because it was a donkey which carried Mary to Jerusalem; a story that stuck with him since childhood. He then did his rant about hating grown-ups and heavy people riding them; to which my son asked why he doesn’t beef about Mary riding the donkey since she was a big, fat, pregnant woman – hubby ignores that one. Finished off with if we won the lottery, he would donate to the donkey sanctuaries, personally rescue all abused donkeys from mean and/ or big fat preggers people and spend the rest of his days surrounded by the world’s population of Eyeores.  That’s when an idea struck.
So at home, I visited the Donkey Sanctuary website in the hope of finding out if we could visit. I was chuffed to bits to discover that not only could we visit but we could adopt one too.  I browsed through the gorgeous animals and soon came upon a chap called Cocoa.  He was 20 years old, had a best friend called SoufflĂ© from whom he was inseparable and was described as a real gentleman.  I wanted to reach through the screen and hug and smush him immediately.  I signed up and paid just £24 for a one year adoption and for that, my dude would get regular updates on how Cocoa is doing, an adoption pack and a warm welcome for him to visit his donkey as often as he likes.  Perfect!  We might not be saving the donkey population, but it was a start!
Birthday morning, we woke my man up with a slightly too enflamed chocolate cake, burning dangerously close to my morning birds-nest hair extensions, and a rousing version of Happy Birthday courtesy of some minion sounding app on my Son's IPod.  Hubby opened up his Sherlock Holmes book and looked pleased, read his card and laughed his ass off (kids and I just can’t do mushy sentiment cards) and then handed him an envelope. Looking confused, he spent a good few minutes trying to penetrate the over-sellotaped package then pulled out his certificate of adoption. His reaction was priceless and one of most precious moments ever.  Tears rolled down his face as he took in the meaning of his gift.  My daughter then finished him off by saying we were off to visit Cocoa that very afternoon. I hadn’t realised or appreciated just how much this could mean to him!
At the sanctuary; which our sat nav was crap at finding by the way, the staff were waiting for us at the front door. They showed us around the premises, introduced us to SoufflĂ© and then led us out into the yard to meet Cocoa. Love at first sight!  Hubby got to cuddle the beautiful donkey, heard all about his life and how he came to the sanctuary, his likes and dislikes and all the while I snapped endless photographs. What beautiful creatures they are and what mellow yet playful personalities they have!
We then visited the rest of the donkeys and saw the area where the animals work with disabled and special needs children.  The children can ride and play games with the animals and for the children in wheelchairs, a special cart has been created for the donkeys to pull them along in. 
My heart has yet to unsquish from our visit to the sanctuary.  We hope to visit the other sanctuaries across the UK too.  I highly recommend these places as a wonderful day out, whether you visit alone or with your families.  Support for this wonderful charity is vital and you can help in so many ways, whether fundraising, donating when you can, adopting a donkey or just by visiting the facility. I promise you will fall in love with them too.