Monday, 27 January 2025

See Some Good? Believe it!..

Last Tuesday, after giving the news a swerve for twenty-four hours, I saw the clip. You know the one. It's where the current owner of Twitter does a... well let's call it an 'arm gesture'. It wasn't just an arm gesture, of course. I'm simply unsure whether certain words get blocked on here. (The ones that rhyme with the popular dice game, Yahtzee, for example.) Regardless, we all know what we saw. And right away, a quote popped into my brain. It wasn't just me. I've since seen it used all over the place. 
'When someone shows you who they are, believe them.' 
Maya Angelou, speaking directly to camera, is saying, 'Puck up the battle and make it a better world. Just where you are.' She's wearing a black top, has drop earrings, and red lipstick.
Maya Angelou. She knew
what was what.
Maya Angelou said it originally, and it's a solid piece of advice. The guy at the podium, arm gesture and all, was showing us who he was. I believed him.

The thing is, that quote is almost always used about negative behaviour. When you're gently advising a friend about the red flags their boyfriend gives off; when a date is nice to you, but rude to the waiter. It's when you discover your neighbours, who seem lovely over bin collection small talk, vote for political parties that seek to erode the rights of others. People show you who they are all the time. And it sucks.

But enough of all this negativity! We know the score. The news is awful. We'll engage with it when we need to, and accept there are terrible people about. But have you forgotten Newton's Third Law of Motion? Yes? Let me remind you. 
'For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
A gif of a Newton cradle. A silver frame with five metal spheres dangling from the top. The left ball moves to the right and back, causing the right ball to move to the right and back. It repeats.
Physics!
Now, I'm not really a physics gal - I'm sure that's no surprise - so let's focus on the vibes rather than the scientific specifics. If there are grim people being platformed on the world stage right now, that means there are an equal number of good people, quietly doing their thing. The world's algorithms have got skewed. We see the bad stuff more than we see the good. It'll probably be that way for some time. But it doesn't mean that every single person has flipped to the dark side. In this week's Long Ramble, it's time to shine a spot light on the good people. Those that are also showing the world who they are. It's our duty to believe them, just as much. 

Right Rev Mariann Budde is standing at a pulpit, in a church. There are flowers arranged across the top of the pulpit. She is preaching to the people in the church.
The Right Reverend Mariann Budde
The Episcopalian bishop of Washington, Mariann Budde, spoke truth to power last week, and she was awesome. With the new Prez and Veep in her direct eyeline, she respectfully and compassionately asked them to be merciful - for the people that live in fear of their proposed policies, and the world in general. You'll have seen it. It's been all over the Internet since it happened. But after the corporate sucking up and bending of the knee that's been ramped up in recent weeks, this woman's strength was awe-inspiring. Would any of us have the courage to do that? Who knows? But with her example, it becomes a tiny bit easier.

Eve from the Frasier roboot, is standing in the living room. She is emphatically gesturing with her hands as she says, 'I'm gonna stay and help.'
The neighbours'
internal monologue

Welsh Neighbours
As I mentioned last week, parts of North Wales had an absolute nightmare when a burst pipe meant no one had water. (Although after reading my blog, my Mum was at pains to correct the record in the family WhatsApp group. It was a burst water MAIN [she used capitals so I have too] and it was situated under a river bed. This made it even harder to fix. Consider myself, and the Internet, corrected, OK?) All of this meant that for several days, my parents, along with a gazillion other people, had to rely on bottled water for all their water use. Now, you'd think that having a bunch of kids, dotted about England, with houses full of free-flowing water, would be a perfect solution during my parent's hour of need. They were given several invitations by (some) of my siblings. But no! A sort of war-spirit camaraderie appeared to grip my parent's hood. Then, a couple of lovely neighbours took it upon themselves to queue up at the water distribution centres, collect water bags, and distribute them to the (mostly older) residents of my parents apartment block. Everyone was able to attend to their basic hygiene and hydration needs until the water rocked up once more. What neighbourly legends! Presumably they had people they could've stayed with too, but they didn't. They stayed put. They cracked on and helped out the apartment block. It won't make the news, but it doesn't mean it didn't happen.

A promo shot for Jury Duty. Ronald Gladden is centred around his fellow jurors. They are all shaded blue, like the background. He's the only one in colour.
Jury Duty
You want to see someone inherently good, prove it over and over? Course you do! If you've got Amazon Prime, you'll be able to watch Jury Duty. It's been out for a couple of years but it's a great way to remind yourself that most people are decent. Ronald Gladden is summoned for jury duty. After being selected for a trial, he's told that there's a documentary crew making a film about what an everyday jury experience is like. So far so good. Except that's not quite true. The court case is fictional, the other jurors are actors, and comedic mishaps occur on a daily basis. The only person not in the loop, is Ronald. That description sounds kind of cruel. It might come across as if the viewers are being invited to laugh at his misfortune. Except for one thing. Day after day, Ronald shows that he's a nice guy who puts other people first. He's kind to the weird 'juror' that keeps bringing in his inventions. He listens closely to the evidence, finding mistakes that could result in a wrongful conviction. He takes the blame when a fellow 'juror' spectacularly blocks the toilet. This everyday guy is given many opportunities to be less than great, but it just doesn't happen. The final episode shows the big reveal, and how the cast and crew were blown away by the good natured amiability of the stooge they had selected. It's the uplifting reminder we might need. Most people are good, most of the time. 

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LEON NEAL/GETTY
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Prince Harry
If you forced me to vote in a binary referendum about keeping or ditching the Royal Family, I'd vote ditch. Without that hypothetical enforced choice, however, I'm happy to ignore them and crack on. In fact, I barely hear anything about the royals. I blocked the fawning Facebook groups years ago, and so unless it's something that's actual news, it rarely crosses my consciousness. Last week, a news story broke through. Prince Harry settled his court case with the owners of The S*n newspaper.* I hadn't paid much attention to this one. In fact, I saw News Group Newspapers' lengthy apology on my timeline before I read anything about about the build up. Most media are reporting this as a loss for Prince Harry - except the legal commentators.** I find myself increasingly seeking the analysis of lawyers rather than journalists these days. It tends to cut out the noise and get to the heart of an issue. But I digress. Regardless of how the conclusion reads, all I keep coming back to is how this longwinded legal action will have helped others. Whether it's standing up to powerful bullies or being instrumental in potential changes to the law, this happened because someone took a stand. Fair play to him. Only someone with no fucks left to give, and millions of pounds to his name, could have pursued this to such an extent. Other celebrities, and indeed the families of murder victims, could not. I'm not a fan of the institution he grew up in, but it didn't stop him from doing something good.

Michelle Williams, walks across the stage to receive her award, at the 2019 Emmys.
Michelle Williams 
Right then, some more positive platform use. This one's from 2019 but I find myself rewatching it regularly. Michelle Williams won an Emmy for her portrayal of Gwen Verdon in Fosse/Verdon. Put simply her speech made me want to punch the air. She thanked the television academy, her fellow cast and crew, then she outlined the importance of being valued. She explains that if you're valued in your job, and given the things you need to do it well, then not only will you do it better, but you'll also believe yourself to be capable of better. That will make you better, even more. Look, I've paraphrased. Badly. You need to watch the clip. It may only be an awards ceremony, not a pulpit or court of law, but it's another example of someone using their platform for good. She could have thanked her family, said she was grateful, and got off the stage. She didn't. She did more than she needed. She recognised the value in equal pay, knew that intersectionality was her responsibility and so referenced her colleagues of colour, all the while being eloquent and clear in her message. Every boss should take notes.

Bob gives a big thumbs up to camera, while sitting at the Would I Lie To You desk.
Bob Mortimer
And finally! Yep, here's the metaphorical lighthearted story that ends the nightly bulletin. Who doesn't love Bob Mortimer? Whether you're old enough to be a nineties Vic and Bob fan, you're into your fishing telly, or you buzz off his Would I Lie To You appearances, he's a national treasure. It's WILTY that we'll end with this week. We started this post with Maya Angelou's quote... When someone shows you who they are, believe them.' Over the years, David Mitchell has faced many a Bob Mortimer anecdote and had to decide if he believes it. If you've not seen the show, let me tell you, they ALWAYS sound false. His stories weave in and out of pure fantasy. Except, when it comes down to it, they're very often true. Like this one, for example. Does Bob Mortimer do his own dentistry? Watch the clip and find out. Or if you really want a pick-me-up, how about this one? Watching David Mitchell unravel as he fights his own instincts and votes for utter madness, is delicious. The lesson? Bob has shown us who he is. If you ever bump into him, and he starts chatting some random nonsense, believe him!

Have a lovely week, folks.

*It should be noted that the former Labour MP, Tom Watson also settled his claim against the same news group. I've focused on Harry above. Mainly because I know Watson has also been treated very badly, but I don't know anyone in my day to day life who routinely criticises him for no reason. In fact, since he left front line politics, I've not heard him mentioned much at all. This is not the case for Harry. A purely subjective view, of course. Anyway, the points I made above, apply to both men. For more analysis on the settlement, I found this article useful.

** Wider legal commentary, here.

Monday, 20 January 2025

Distraction, Escape, and Flushable Toilets...

I'm treating today exactly as I did the Queen's funeral. The TV is staying off and my day will be filled with distraction. 

Michael Cera (in Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist) is standing outside his front door, trying to get back inside. He's wearing PJs, and says to someone off camera, 'I'm taking a mental health day.'
Back in September 2022, I was just bored. Bored with the one-note TV coverage and the desire to escape the hushed tones and forced solemnity that had taken over everything. Today? I wish it were that simple. I'll be doing everything I can to avoid witnessing the horrendous event taking place in the US. 

It's still a dilemma. I'm a news junkie. I want to know everything from everywhere, with my finger on all the pulses. Today's inauguration is a big part of everything. The effects of this guy being sworn in, will be felt globally, for the long term. Is it right to turn my back and avoid how it starts? Well, yeah, if I want to protect my sanity. Today's preening and peacocking can be done without me. Instead I've got a day of writing ahead, and I cannot wait. More below.

There are loads of reasons to write a book. You've got a story in your head that you can't shake off? You like tippy-tappy-typing at a keyboard all day? You want to work from coffee shops, go to book readings, and float about on permanently flowing creative juices? Or perhaps you want to make money? (Lolz at the last example. Dream on!) All those are reasons. The first one is even valid. What I've learnt over time, however, is that when something bad is going on, sinking into the loving embrace of the fictional world you've created is a great way to get by. I guess it depends on the genre you're writing. Maybe dystopian horror isn't the best way to feel comforted during hard times. Or maybe, if that's your bag in the first place, it's the perfect place to be. For me, Leeza, Jake, Applemere Bridge and teen angst are all far more compelling than anything real today. Aren't I lucky?

John Nettles, in character as Bergerac, is standing outside his car. It's a posh, vintage, maroon sports car. In the background is the sea, as he's on the island of Jersey. He's wearing 1908s jeans, with a jacket, and has short brown hair and white skin. He's about 40.
Culture 
Oh man, have I discovered a gem! Look, this is potentially niche, but bear with me. You see, when I was a kid, my parents weren't particularly into murder mysteries or police procedurals. Fair play. No shade there. It just meant the genre didn't cross my path at home. Except! Every so often my Grandma would babysit, and she HOOVERED them up. Poirot, Moon and Son, Miss Marple,  and... wait for it... Bergerac. Yep, John Nettles in his best role. (Apologies to Joyce Barnaby.) I watched my first Bergerac with her (my Grandma, not Joyce Barnaby) and then tuned in on a weekly basis. My Saturday nights were spent in Jersey. The glamour! The intrigue! The island life! Later, when I visited Jersey as an adult, I was surprised at how non-Bergeracy it seemed. Never meet your heroes or visit the film locations of your faves. There's my advice for today. All this is to say that last week I stumbled over daily repeated Bergeracs on the U&Drama channel and I became re-obsessed. It got series-linked quicker than you say Le Bureau des Étrangers, and I now watch with glee most evenings.
 
A deep pan pizza, with dotted white blobs of melted cheese, green flecks of rocket, and nubbly walnuts strewn about.
This is a vaguely similar
 find online.
With those
ingredients you
can't avoid a
taste sensation.
Food and Drink
What with my ongoing cess pit upgrade prompting an occasional lack of drainage, there've been some nights when washing up's been impossible. (This blog should be sponsored by dry shampoo and Imodium, but we won't dwell.) The upside of no water has meant emergency eating out. Can you imagine the ball ache of it all! Lolz. After a particularly tricky day when the new tank wasn't quite plumbed in, I decamped to The Wine Club in the village. Ngl, this is my fave. Lovely wine, the tastiest pizzas, and a working toilet for wees, as and when. I was spoilt. Most excitingly, their pizza topping of goat's cheese, walnuts, honey, and rocket has been my go-to since they started. No matter how often I try, I can never quite replicate it at home. Still, I'll continue to persevere. Goat's cheese, walnuts, honey, and rocket is the best combination of ingredients ever and I'll fight anyone that disagrees.

A swirling vortex of water, full of blues, turquoises, and aquas.
Ahhhhhhhhhh... so much water
Out and About
My writing group has kicked in again. The first meeting of 2025 was on Wednesday night, and saw me train-bound for Liverpool. On Thursday I did a Costa catch up with a mate, then had my pizza night. Finally, the weekend was spent hibernating in a house that finally had working toilets. Shout out to my parents and the other residents of North Wales who were similarly affected after a burst pipe last week. May we never take for granted our running water again.

And so to a day of distraction and escape. I'll emerge for brews, relish my plumbing, and make the best of it all. It's as good a plan as any.

Have a lovely week, folks.

Monday, 13 January 2025

Snow, Drains, and Sheer Good Luck...

Let's begin with the important stuff. 

Winnie the pooh is jumping with glee on a snowy mojuntina, picking up snow and throwing it about.
Congratulations to every child that enjoyed an unexpected snow day last week. I feel your joy and am ecstatic for you. Did you used your free time wisely? Did you have snow ball fights, make snowpeople, then get into PJs and have warming drinks in front of the telly? That's the dream right there. Round my neck of the woods, the snow fell for several days, then iced over. It's skiddy and slidey but oh so beautiful. If you read my blog last week, you'll remember my drains were getting upgraded and my garden dug up. (No part of that sentence is a euphemism FYI.) Well, fair play to the guys involved because they cracked on regardless of weather. There're currently three diggers, several bags of cement, and a pile of railway sleepers in my back garden - all covered in a frozen snowy layer. Again, it looks kind of beautiful, in a mad industrial way.

My back garden, at dusk. There are three diggers parked up together, with mates and building equipment dotted about. There's snow on the ground and covering the building stuff.
Looking forwards, in terms of the garden, it's more of the same. Digging, skipping, and plumbing for another week at least. Weather wise, I think we're getting back to normal, and aren't we lucky. A quick glance at the news right now, and the extremes of weather are impossible to avoid. Once again, the arbitrary luck of where we're born and where we're able to settle, dictates our safety. Not something we should ever forget.

A brunette Caucasian woman is sitting at a desk, writing in a notebook, looking up once in a while.
Writing News 
We're back! The next chapter of the first draft is underway. Only slightly but underway. My writing skej was a bit frenzied in the Christmas run up. I'd planned a lot to be completed before I stopped for the year. Now, it's a little more relaxed. I've got two chapters to write in January and two in February. That's doable. My problem is I've already reached day thirteen and not done much. I can see things are going to get frenzied again soon.

Claudia Winkleman looking iconic in a Traitors cloak. She looks up to the camera so herbaceous is revealed, and holds a shushing finger to her lips.
Culture
Two words...The Traitors. It's the best TV format ever. That's it. If you watch, you'll know. If you don't, you won't be convinced by my seeming-hyperbole. Fair play. You do you. Likewise, here're some more words. The Masked Singer. It's so bad it's amazing. I'm glued each week and it prompts a flurry of guesses that I send to my sister. The past couple of years have shown me that my January TV is as set-in-stone as the previous month's Christmas viewing. In the most hibernatory month of the year, grippingly brilliant entertainment is a must, amiright? And finally, I got round to watching Wicked. It'd started to become one of those films I wasn't bothered about but everyone around me was raving about how good it was. And you know what? Yep, they were right. It looked amazing, the performances were marvellous, and I'm always here for a Jonathan Bailey dance sequence.

A photo of my lunch. A clearly home made (uneven) bread roll is on a side plate. It's got a bit of cheese sticking out and eagle eyed people might spot a speck of white fried egg peeping out. There's a large mug next to the plate. It says, 'I'm kind of a big deal' on it.
Food and Drink
Forgive me for being smug, but whenever I want to make bread, I have to Google my own recipe. In 2018, I wrote a post describing how I cocked up the ingredients of the bread I was making, but it tasted good anyway. I still don't know how it happened. Last week, I made it again, and it continues to be my favourite way to carb up. It contains no yeast, so no there's no time-consuming kneading or proving to hang about for. I use this for pizza bases, a loaf to slice, and last week it provided bread rolls for lunch. For those that fancy an easy, peasy, bread recipe, here's my gift to you.

Ballsed-Up Yoghurt Bread
(Makes a small loaf, four bread rolls, or two thin pizza bases.)
  • 250g plain flour
  • 2tsp baking powder
  • ½ tsp bicarbonate of soda
  • 1tsp salt
  • ½ tsp sugar or alternative
  • 2 eggs
  • 170g Greek yoghurt
  • Preheat the oven on gas mark 5/190 degrees C
  • Line a baking tray with foil or paper, and grease. 
  • Weigh out the dry ingredients into a mixing bowl and mix together. (Flour, baking powder, bicarbonate of soda, salt and sugar.)
  • Make a well and add the yoghurt and eggs. Stir together till a dough is formed. (I use a fork initially, then get in with my hands when it's less wet.) Mild kneading is fine - it’s just not essential as there's no yeast to wake up.
  • Shape the dough into what you want, place on the baking tray, and put in the oven. For the whole mixture, check after thirty minutes. The end is nigh. For bread rolls or pizza bases, less time is needed. If the bottom sounds hollow when tapped, and a skewer comes out clean, it’s done.

A fried breakfast. On the plate there is a piece of toast, a sausage, two fried eggs, hash brown, mushroom, halloumi, peppers, tomato, and avocado.
Saturday brunch - 
technically a fry up
but with all the veg!
Out and About
On Monday, I left the snowy vistas of Merseyside and drove to the flooded countryside of Warwickshire. A day of babysitting ensued, with quite a lot of it spent on diverted roads. No matter! I had quality bants with the niece, as well as a well-earned Maccies. All good fun. Icy weather aside, I still managed to get in a Thursday night pizza and a Saturday morning brunch. Not bad for the most depressing month* of the year.

And on we go. The world may continue to lose its collective shit but we can choose to be our best selves regardless. Recognising our luck is a good start. Wherever you are, I hope you're safe. Shall we crack on for another week? Yes? Are you game? Oh, goodoh!

Have a lovely week, folks.

*This is what other people say. I actually love the beautiful bleakness of January. It's starker and less frenzied than the previous month but still cosy and candle-lit.

Monday, 6 January 2025

Ideas... Yes! Resolutions... No!..

Resolutions? Waste of space! I refuse to set myself up to fail, as I did on repeated Januarys in my twenties and thirties. It's freeing to rid yourself of that expectation. 

A small, cute, animated penguin is banging a drum that's as big as its body, with large figures around it that spell out, Welcome 2025.
Not to bring the menopause into absolutely everything (WHAT? You got a PROBLEM with that?) I'd say that having your body behave in surprising and uncontrollable ways once you hit forty, makes you view arbitrary resolutions with a world-weary LOLZZZZ. Let's accept who we are, what we've got, and what we can do. Making the best of every day we get can be enough of a challenge, without unrealistic rules added into the mix. Forget resolutions. That way madness lies.

But that doesn't mean we should dispense with making plans. Or having ideas. Or aiming for something other, something more, something exciting! That's fair enough, innit. If we don't stop to think about what we'd like to enjoy in life, it'll never happen. Taking a breath, having a think, and working out some plans are a lovely way to have a reset. Below are a vague set of written-out-loud ideas for areas of my life - the areas that are summarised on a weekly basis in this blog. What do I want to happen in 2025? Well, read on and find out.

Animated blue and pink letters on a black starry background. The letters spell out, Busy AF.
Writing Plans
I might as well start with the big one; the one that's going to consume my entire 2025. My next book - Leeza McAuliffe Book 3 - could be out by the end of the year. I say could. If I stick to my tight schedule of writing, editing, getting feedback, more editing, and indie-publishing admin, it could be available by November. But... and it's a massive but - that's if every single person I need along the way, drops everything to help, the second I need them to do it. You'll be relieved to know, I realise this is unrealistic. Phew. It's more likely that I'll spend 2025 obsessing over the book, but it'll be a Spring 2026 release. And you know what? That's pretty good. What I've learnt from past experience is if I work towards a desired publishing date in my head, it's usually six months later that everything comes together. Either way, it's going to be a busy writing year. Bring it on.

A gif from Beauty and the Beast. Belle is up ladder that is leaning against a shelf in a library. The place is filled with books. She's singing and the ladder is whizzing along the shelf, as she emotes.
Culture Plans
If this were a New Year's resolution, I'd say read more books. But we've already talked about the fruitlessness of setting rules to fail. So instead I'll say, continue to read books. I watch loads of TV, so that's covered. Film is sorted with my Odeon Limitless card, and when exhibitions pop up about things I'm interested in, I'll happily visit those. But books? Considering they're my one true love and a key aspect of my personality, I read them less than I did. For Christmas I got An Absolute Casserole: The Taskmaster Compendium by Alex Horne and Jack Bernhardt, The Truths We Hold by Kamala Harris, and Berlin by Rory MacLean. An eclectic mix of bookish wonderment that I'm working my through as we speak. I need to keep going when they're done.

Snoopy (wearing a chef's hat) and Woodstock are in the kitchen, surrounded by a pile of bread, butter, and a toaster. Woodstock accidentally toasts Snoopy's ear and butters it. Snoopy pulls a face and looks angry.
Food and Drink Plans
I just want to eat nice food. Is that bad? I realised a while back, that food is one of my favourite things. I love cooking, love shopping for ingredients, and buzz off making up recipes. I want to do more of that, please. My current obsession (I made it three times last week) is whizzing up garlic, ginger, chilli, lemongrass, coriander, lemon juice, olive oil, honey, salt, and pepper. And then? Why, marinading stuff in it, of course. For hours! Prawns have been my go to, but things like chicken, tofu, or salmon would work well too. When all the flavours have melded nicely together, fry/bake/airfry and you've got yourself the loveliest, tastiest mouthful ever. I've topped blinis with the spicy prawns, made a spicy prawn salad, and had spicy prawns with rice. The world's your oyster spicy prawn. Haphazard concoctions that use stuff up and result in taste sensations, are the best. I want 2025 to be riddled with them. 

An animated child, in black and white outline, is walking against a changing-colour background. They're wearing a hat and are wrapped up for a walk. They seem relaxed and chilled with their own company.
Out and About Plans
In terms of big stuff, this one's tricky. Today sees the start of a biggish and essential home renovation. Basically, and very boringly, the cess pit needs upgrading. Picking out colours and choosing lovely furniture, it is not. This dull, yet necessary, work is taking a bunch of money that might have been spent travelling somewhere far-flung. But you know what? There may be no big travel plans this year but that doesn't mean a cheeky weekend or overnighter isn't possible. And as much as I love to be out and about, I'd much rather be able to confidently flush the toilet as and when. I'm a simple girl woman. So let's keep it small. For Christmas I got tickets for the recording of Off Menu in London. That'll mean a hotel. And there's bound to be sibling shenanigans in the parts of the country that they're based. A Premier Inn bed after family beers is always a lovely thing. And of course, come what may, I'll be returning to my happy place of North Berwick at some point. My annual pilgrimage to regain my sanity is more essential than working drains. Probably. 

But that's still big stuff. Out and About doesn't have to be defined as holiday time. It's going for walks, leaving the house, breathing deeply. After three weeks with my daily walking routine on pause, I'm restarting it this week. Sure, my muscles will be weak from all the TV, cheese, and Dairy Milk, but a blustery day and a scarf/hat combo is a blast. Being set up the for day with a walk first thing, continues to be a lovely thing that I've arrived late at in life.

So there were are. It's the 6th January - a date that's gone down in history for bad, insurrection-y reasons, but we can reframe it. Today is the day we recognise that plans and ideas can be good, forced limitations on body and behaviour are not. Let do what we can, enjoy the moment, and crack the frig on. Is it too late to say Happy New Year? Yes? No? Not sure? Whevs, I'll do what I want. HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE X

Have a lovely week, folks.

You want a swearier, better-written take on resolutions? Course you do. Here's Ian Dunt with his thoughts.