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The EU Referendum

I wanted to write something to express my disappoint with what happened today. I feel like if I were to post something like this on my wall on Facebook, it would be too in your face and I’m not writing this to get at anyone in particular but I do have a voice and I deserve to make it heard. Leaving it here means that no one has to read it if they don’t want to but I will have it here forever to reflect on the events of this historic referendum.

Today, my generation were cheated. We lost our voice.

I’ve read so many Facebook statuses of my ‘leave’ friends who have simply told us to ‘get over it’ or ‘you lost, there is nothing you can do’ ‘don’t be so aggressive’ some have said. Sadder still, I have Facebook friends who are regretting their decision because they simply believed what was in front of them and did not do their research.

We are allowed to mourn our loss in this referendum. You have voted to change the face of our future; don’t tell us not to be unhappy about that. We, along with 16 million other Brits, voted for a different outcome. Almost half the voting population of this country did not want this outcome.

That is not democracy.

The very meaning of democracy is that we are involved in making the decisions that will affect us. Half of the country have now been told that their opinion doesn’t matter. It doesn’t count. Why, then, do you tell us not to mourn this?

This was not a fair fight. In a campaign marred by propaganda (on both sides) and scare mongering. Not everyone who voted leave are racists or idiots; in fact a very small minority of this country fall into that category. But what has been missed is that the campaign was the most misinformed campaign in history. All those ‘facts’ and ‘figures’ that were being thrown at us? Where did they come from? There hasn’t been enough time to gather realistic projections on what this will do to our future. There is so much fog surrounding it.

To vote remain was the most logical course of action for anyone who was unsure because it would have bought us time for a proper exit strategy. With a Prime Minister who announced this referendum with a heavy heart, how could a country stay strong after that?

David Cameron had no choice but to resign. He’s not a coward, he was just left with no option following his attitude to the referendum. If he hadn’t resigned, he would have been at the head of a country, leading a cause he didn’t believe in. That would have made him a hypocrite – and if you’d been happy with that, you too would be a hypocrite.

I was genuinely heartbroken when I watched Cameron’s speech this morning. I know he may not be the most likeable man, but which politician is? Can you honestly say that Michael Gove or Boris Johnson would make a better PM? When Cameron was voted back into office last year, we knew he would be the leader. When half of this country chose to vote leave, they were voting for an uncertain future.

I challenge anyone who voted leave to tell me that they would not have thrown all of their toys out of the pram of the vote had gone differently. My friends who voted ‘leave’ were THE MOST vocal of anyone on Facebook and Twitter during the campaign. Be real. You would have reacted in exactly the same way as we have if you had not won. That’s human nature. You will always be upset by defeat and Facebook gives us an easy outlet for that sadness/rage/irritation.

75% of my generation of voters voted to remain in the EU. We are the ones who will inherit any negative impacts that will come to pass from this snap decision. In a single day, this ‘Great’ Britain you voted for has begun to fall apart. Nicola Sturgeon has announced that Scotland are discussing another independence referendum. Northern Ireland could possibly follow. Soon we will be this tiny island of confused humans with no sense of direction.

We have lost the ability to travel freely and easily to our neighbours; to work in 27 different countries without expensive visas. You may not want to travel to or live somewhere else, but we do. Those were options we had in our future, options that will no longer be as open to us as before.

Our economy will probably recover from this. Our economy may even be better down the line but we have no evidence of that yet. The evidence is in looking at what happened this morning. The FTSE was down by 8.7%. That’s the lowest it’s been in seven years (yes, the last time was during the recession). How is that a good thing? When I went to bed last night the pound was the strongest it’s been all year. Don’t tell us not to mourn that.

I respect your right to vote in a way you see fit but I do not respect being told that I can’t be upset because we didn’t win what we deem to be an unfair race. I do not accept that you don’t want to hear my, and my peers, voices of malcontent.

You owe us; you have saddled us with this future that we did not choose.

Let us mourn.

I accept the result of this referendum. We can’t change it now so we must look to move forward. The next few months will be the make up of Britain and what its future may hold, but for the next few days, please just let us mourn our loss.

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Life Update

I’ve finally decided to go to university.

Those of you who know me will know that I applied for uni during my ‘gap year’, deferred my entry and then ended up not going at all. This was mostly because I had found a job that I really enjoyed and wanted to explore as a career option. Also, to be frank, the idea of earning money held much more interest to me than spending money on a degree that wouldn’t get me anywhere – I had previously applied to study Creative Writing with Theatre Studies.

So why now?

Well, there are a few reasons. I’ve come to a point where I feel a bit stuck; there is no opportunity for me to raise my game and be promoted above others if I don’t specialise or find what I’m truly passionate about. In order to move forward I feel like I need to get the proper qualifications. I have 5 years’ experience working full-time and that will benefit me hugely when I graduate from university as I’ll have the experience and the qualifications to back up any job applications.

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When I went to Australia it was because I was so caught up in my little bubble that I was forgetting to live my life. Now that I’ve learned that life can be diverse and interesting, I need to do something that will help me get further with it. After experience, you gain knowledge and learning helps to cement that knowledge.

I don’t think going to university is the be all and end all – I fully realise that I will have to make a huge effort to get into my chosen career field once I leave university and literally start at the bottom to make way up. It’s not a free pass. Honestly? I’m looking forward to it. I want to be challenged and I want to move forward. I’m bored of not using my brain.

So that’s it. My life update.

Perhaps in my next post I’ll talk a little bit more about my chose course and why I’ve chosen it, but for now, I am riding the high of my success – without any apologies.

 

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The Lobster Roll

I posted about a month ago about my love for lobster rolls, with a little international tour of some of the lobster rolls I have had in Melbourne, London and Singapore. I left a little taster at the end saying I would post a recipe for my version of lobster rolls for you to try and here I am keeping my promise.

Lobster RollI’ve made this recipe a couple of times now and each time it’s turned out incredibly well. I recommend playing around with the flavours a little too; cayenne makes a great addition and you could maybe use lime instead of lemon juice and garnish with avocado. The great thing about making it yourself is that you get to put whatever you want in it and eat it like no one is watching you. If you can’t find lobster meat or don’t have the time to dissect a whole lobster to get the meat from it, I recommend using crayfish tails.

Make sure the rolls are piping hot when you serve them because it really makes a nice contrast between the cold lobster mixture and the hot brioche.

Lucy’s Lobster Rolls

4 brioche finger rolls
100-200 g lobster meat (cooked and cooled)
Juice from half a lemon
2 Tbsp full fat mayonnaise
tsp chopped chives, plus extra for garnish (see tip)
pinch of salt
cayenne pepper to taste

  1. Heat oven to 150˚ Slice a slit in the brioche buns, about 3cm deep and place them on baking tray and cover with tin foil. Put in the oven for 10-15 mins (or until they are heated right through).
  2. In a bowl, mix lobster meat, lemon juice, mayonnaise and chives. Leave to stand for 10 minutes and then add seasoning.
  3. Working quickly, take the brioche out of the oven and carefully fill each roll to bursting with the lobster mixture.
  4. Sprinkle chopped chives over the top of the filled rolls and enjoy while hot! Serve with skinny fries and a side salad.

TIP: snip the chives with scissors so that they retain their shape and don’t bruise

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I’m going to be posting a (hopefully) exciting life update in the next few weeks… Just waiting to hear back about a couple of things before I’m ready to share it with everyone. Watch this space.

 

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Leaving Australia

P1000809Firstly, so many apologies for not writing anything on here for such a long time, I’ve had a really busy couple of months, which leads me to the subject of this post. I left Australia in February and I have been trying to get my head around what to do next ever since then.

I regretted my decision as soon as I got on the plane.

In fact, I think I had been regretting it much longer than that, but I couldn’t really change anything.

I decided I wanted to leave Australia at the beginning of December and within a week I had booked my ticket – it was very similar to how quickly I had decided to go to Australia in the first place. Thinking about things too much tends to make you regret those things, which is sometimes a good thing and sometimes a bad thing.

I had been talking about the possibility of going home for a couple of weeks and I couldn’t shake that feeling – friends at work kept coming up to me and saying ‘I heard you’re thinking of leaving, whyyyy?’ and at that time I thought it was strange because it was only a subconscious thing that I had mentioned to a couple of people. The more I thought about it though, the more I couldn’t shake the feeling. Something about England was calling me back and I didn’t know what.

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In the back of my mind, I had always had this idea to come home in February to surprise my dad for his birthday. The idea of travelling home without my family’s knowledge was exciting and being home for my dad’s birthday would be great.  When I looked at the flights, tickets seemed impossibly cheap and I took it as a sign. I thought that if I waited to be talked out of it, the tickets would go up in price and I needed to make a decision.

Another reason for leaving was that my contract with Octopus would have been up at the end of January and there was no guarantee of more work. I could either try my luck at getting my seasonal work out of the way – so that I could come back to Australia in the future for a second year of working holiday – or I could stay in Melbourne until July (when my first visa will end) and go home without the option to come back. One thing Florence and I discussed obsessively during this time was the need to get on with our lives; that being in Australia was great but we were somewhat in limbo because we couldn’t get permanent jobs there as we were not residents and it meant that we were just waiting until it was time to go home and get on with our lives.

P1000690One thing I found in Australia which I hadn’t really thought about before I left was that I was just having a constant holiday (oh I know, how terrible) but it meant that I was lackadaisical about work and didn’t work enough for what I was managing to spend each month – I didn’t factor in that I would need to earn money for rent; my savings couldn’t pay for it forever. It got to the point that even when I was working six days a week, I wouldn’t earn enough to do anything other than sit in my house and watch TV. I could have scouted around for other jobs that would give me more consistent shifts, but I would come up with the same problem I had when I first got there; I wasn’t a resident so people were reluctant to employ me.

Unfortunately, as soon as I booked my flight, I started having the absolute best time – I was living in South Yarra, which I much preferred to the Darling house and loved my housemates Lauren and Amy, I was hardly ever working, so I spent so much time at Port Melbourne beach soaking up vitamin D, I had a great Christmas with Erin’s family in Adelaide and I had a great group of friends around me, with whom I spent all of my spare time. The more I knew I had to let go of Melbourne, the more it clung to me until, on the 10th February, I said goodbye to our sweet little South Yarra apartment and was borne away by Amir and Florence to the airport.

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I actually had a bit of a stressful time getting onto the plane – I was informed, when I went to check-in, that my bags were overweight by 7kg. I would be allowed to have 2 free kgs but I would have to pay $150 per extra kilo. I did not have that kind of money so I panicked, but rational Lucy had been quite clever and included a folded up canvas bag in my hand luggage which I was able to transfer some heavy items into. With an hour and 10 minutes to go before my flight, I lined up in the passport control queue and waited, becoming more anxious with every second that passed. I was somehow convinced that I would miss my plane as the queue was talking longer than the time they allotted for it.

After 50 minutes, I went through to duty-free to find that my flight had been delayed – all that anxiety for nothing. Fortunately we were not delayed by long and I boarded the flight. I love flying with Qatar Airways; along with Singapore Airlines, they are my favourite airline. On both flights I had two free seats to myself and I was able to sleep for most of the time.

I arrived back in the UK after just under 24 hours of travelling and was met by Rachael who I used to live with before I left for Australia. This delay in catching a train to Weymouth was a great opportunity to catch up with Rachael, Steve and my almost-2-years-old godson Samuel. After spending a couple of hours with them, they gave me a lift to the train station. 4 hours and 2 changes later, I arrived in Weymouth, Dorset, where I caught a cab to my house, hoping someone was home as I had packed my house keys in the wrong bag.P1000840

None of the cars were there when I got home, so I did panic for a second that no one would be in to greet me and I’d have to wait even longer for my surprise. However, the door was open and my dogs came to greet me at the door (one of which I had never met) and they dragged me up the stairs where my mum was sitting doing some work in my sister’s room at the top of the house.

Needless to say there was screaming AND crying involved, although she swears she knew I was in the UK/coming home so that was nice. Next to surprise was my brother who was just coming home from work; he did actually look quite surprised which is nice. The final surprise of the day was for my dad who I surprised as he came in the door from band practice. He looked very shell-shocked but was very pleased to see me so it was a lovely welcome home.P1000829

We planned to keep the secret from my sister, Emily, until she visited the next day for my dad’s birthday and I honestly wish I had filmed it. Seriously, the video would have gone viral. Emily is absolutely gorgeous but she really is an ugly crier and the surprise and delight that was brought about by seeing me just showed up all over her face, as well as a high pitched scream which totally freaked the dogs out.

All in all it is pretty great being home but I miss Australia so much. My time there won’t stop me from going back, in fact it will only work to encourage me. My visa runs out next week so I unfortunately won’t be going back there to live but I’m enjoying being back in the UK for the moment and working out what my next adventure will be.

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The Australian Open

P1000729I have always loved tennis. It probably sprouted from Wimbledon always being on in the background at home during the Championships and the hypnotic draw that the dull thud of a tennis ball on a racquet creates. From there, I would always yearn for us to play tennis at school during the summer months, but my school seemed to place much more importance on athletics, which I really had no interest in. A couple of friends of mine encouraged my interest in tennis during my teenage years and even let me hit a ball with them a few of times. 

My interest, however, really was in watching rather than playing, despite a couple of summers of coaching and casual games with friends and family members. Every year when Wimbledon came around, my whole attention would be on the tennis whether I was watching it at home on the TV, at school on a live stream or following the Twitter feeds whilst out and about. An interest that started with Wimbledon soon developed to span all of the Grand Slams and impacted some of my fictional writing too.

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The first year I really followed the Australian Open was in 2013 when Andy Murray reached the final for the third time. I’d followed Murray’s success almost constantly that year, along with the rest of the British public, willing him to get the country out of its tennis depression. I remember staying up until the early hours of the morning keeping track of the match and finally going to sleep after he was defeated by Novak Djokovic in four sets. I didn’t follow tennis as much during 2014 as it was a pretty hectic year from me; more responsibility at work and then moving to Australia meant that I didn’t have time to follow tennis thoroughly and therefore only paid attention via Twitter.

During December a friendship with a professional tennis player, John-Patrick (JP) Smith, reaffirmed my interest in tennis as I was able to watch him during the Wildcard Playoffs at Melbourne Park. A couple of friends had also approached me as someone who would come to the Open with them, as it was too hard to miss when living only 10 minutes away from Richmond, where the tournament is held.

One thing I have been impressed with since the start of the Australian Open is the sheer amount of Australian tennis players taking part. In the main draw, 10 Australian tennis players started out, and while one only made it to the second week, I think this speaks volumes of the wealth of tennis brilliance that will come from Australia in the coming years. The UK could really take note from Australia in the quest to produce players of a high enough standard to enter Grand Slams.

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I made a decision to attend the Open at the end of the first week as there would still be a lot of big names in the tournament and not all necessarily playing in the main arenas, where I, as a poor traveller, would be unable to afford a ticket. I instead opted for the 3-day ground pass, which allows you access to any of the courts other than the Rod Laver and Margaret Court Arenas.

To be honest, the first day was fairly intimidating. After watching JP and his doubles partner Omar win their first match, the heat of the day was beginning to get to us slightly. We therefore took cover in a nearby tent and rehydrated before making a plan as to who we would watch next. The problem with this was that all of the courts were in brilliant sunshine and because of the number of Australians playing that day; all the courts were essentially full with spectators.

P1000731We spent some time in the Garden Square where there is a big screen set up, which plays matches from the main arenas, just like Henman Hill at Wimbledon. Murray was playing, so we were content with sitting there for a while before making our next move. I wasn’t what we would call ‘enthused’ by the half of the draw we could have watched that day as there were a lot of new names there. We actually called it a day pretty early and I made the ten minute journey home, out of the heat and into my house where I could watch the matches unfolding in the main arena.

P1000747Day 4 (my day 2) was much more promising as John Isner was up on Show Court 2 at 11am, the first match of the day. Since winning the longest match against Nicolas Mahut at Wimbledon in 2010, I’ve had a soft spot for him. Isner beat Andreas Haider-Maurer in four sets, sending him through to the third round. Later that day, on the same court, I also watched Ferrer win against Sergiy Stakhovsky in four sets along with a women’s singles match. Being able to watch top ten players at the Australian Open was one of my highlights.

The next day was even better. JP and Omar were first up on Court 6; playing against Jamie Murray and his doubles partner John Peers. This was rather a conflict of interests as I had to decide whether to support a fellow Brit or back the Aussies. The underdogs won my support but unfortunately lost the match against the no. 16 seeds.P1000756

It was Friday at the Open and Day 5 so things were getting interesting. So many punters were coming through the doors and people were clearly desperate to get the best seats in the house. I thought it best to make my way over to Hisense Arena as soon as possible so that I could at least get a seat in time for Andy Murray’s match against Joao Sousa. Before their match began, there were two women’s tennis matches taking place. I’m not usually a fan of women’s tennis but watching it at the Australian Open gave me a better appreciation of it.

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The arena filled up during the afternoon, not only due to Murray’s match but also because, later that evening, there was an all Australian showdown to be played between Tomic and Groth. I was joined by two middle-aged Aussies who had links with the Australian Tennis League and they provided me with interesting conversation throughout the match as well as inviting me to join them again at the Open on the following Monday.

Murray won in straight sets and I left with the crowds to make the short journey back to my house to tune in to the evening sessions on Margaret Court and Rod Lever.

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Overall my three-day experience at the Australian Open was the best I could have hoped for and living so close to Richmond madeseem as if I was always in the thick of it. I must commend the organisers on how well they accommodate the punters and feel as if the other Grand Slams could really learn something from the ticketing system. I would recommend investing in a ticket, even if you are not particularly interested in tennis as the atmosphere and quality of tennis is enough to make you a complete enthusiast.

I really admire Melbourne for its sporting events, not only for the importance of AFL, but cricket and soccer also play an important part in Melbourne life. For anyone living in or visiting Melbourne, I would encourage getting along to some sporting events; find a footy team and really gun for them (ehm… Geelong), watch cricket at the MCG and get involved with the crowd at a Melbourne Victory match.

 

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