Image Grenade

As mentioned before, I really love Amy Winehouse as an artist, but despite being a fantastic singer and songwriter it’s her offstage antics that rack up column inches in the tabloids. So it probably came as no surprise to anyone, that after minding her p’s and q’s at Nelson Mandella’s birthday concert, that she would go off the rails during the Glastonbury festival.    

The concert started well, with Amy appearing quite the chanteuse singing “Tears Dry on their Own “ Wake up Alone “and “Back to Black “in a cleavage baring number. But how quickly the audience turned when she began talking about her imprisoned husband Blake.

 When the audience began booing the mere mention of his name, Amy chastised the audience, saying she should call the mother’s of the audience members responsible for the jeers and report them for having bad manners.    

Then after a member of the audience tossed a hat at Ms. Winehouse, in an attempt to whack down her trademark beehive, she punched the nearest fan (who didn’t toss the chapeau) James Gostelow.

 Now I don’t condone violence, Ms. Winehouse, I’m talking to you, but I also abhor a society where any slight seems to be fodder for litigation so I was pleasantly surprised that Mr. Gostelow didn’t intend to press charges or seek the advice of council, he instead, notified The Sun newspaper that he was indeed the victim of the punch, claiming he was glad it was him and chalking the entire episode to being “part of the Glastonbury experience.”    According to the Sun, Gostelow chirped “Not everyone can say they have been hit by Amy Winehouse.”     And right you are James. Now you too can join the lofty ranks of men on the receiving end of Amy’s wrath including Mustapha el Mounmi who was punched while another man was headbutted by Amy in Camden’s Good Mixer Pub in April. Ah, the prestige!!

Face it, in this fast paced world, there are times when it all becomes too much.The stress of work, family issues and life can easily overwhelm. However in a world where image is everything, nothing can blow you cover like an ill-timed melt down. And anything can trigger it. It could be more responsibilities dumped on you at work, a husband who talks incessantly about home renovations while seemingly oblivious to your bank balance, or a family member who spends twenty minutes telling you about everyone else in the family and just as you’re about to tell them something about your life becomes distracted or disinterested before hanging up on you.

Perhaps it’s all of the above. As with anything where steam is building, it’s probably best to release a little to avoid a full fledged explosion. So here, to paraphrase Kipling, are tips to help you keep your head while those around you are losing theirs and keep your  hard won unflappable image in tact.   

• Bach Rescue® Remedy Spray: Before the birth of pharmaceutical giants like Glaxo SmithKline,there were remedies created from herbs and flowers. When you’re short on time and long on stressors, Rescue ® Remedy is like yoga in a bottle. This tincture, in an easy travel spray bottle contains five of the 38 Bach Flower Essences®  including,  Rock Rose for terror and panic, Impatiens for irritation and impatience, Clematis for inattentiveness, Star of Bethlehem for shock and Cherry Plum for irrational thoughts.  

•  Exercise: Sure, you don’t have time for much, but if you don’t exercise, all of the tension you’re feeling will be retained in your body.  There are some days when the only thing that keeps me from shooting offending parties with a  Kalashnikov (or at least clocking them with the rifle’s butt) is the fact that my trainer has already killed my butt with a similarly evil Soviet creation; the Russian Kettle Bell. Exercise, GOOD! Urban Sniper, BAD!!    Turn off your phone: Sometimes just disconnecting from the world helps a lot. If you chained to a phone or “Crack”berry, take at least one evening to turn it off. Turn on your voicemail but don’t listen to you messages until you’ve had a break. Sometimes, depending on the message, I may decline from returning it at all. The world will still spin on it’s axis even if you take a day or two to get back to someone. Especially if it’s someone who’s making demands of you that are not a matter of life and death or those that could impact your employment status. Unless someone is dead or dying, the no answer stratergy includes family. I use the time to paint my nails, watch a DVD of British serial television like Mistresses or The Palace or leaving through fashion magazines. Whatever you do, make sure it’s something completely sybaritic and that involves pleasuring yourself. I’m not talking about KY and a vibrator, but hey, whatever works for you.   

•  Watch a weepy/Hear a Haunting.  Sometimes stress may make you incredibly weepy. Nothing usurps your power as a woman than crying, especially in front of a boatload of hardened men in suits. By this age, you should know when it’s coming on and when it does, I put on something I know will make me cry. If I need auditory stimulation to make me cry, any of the solo albums from former Aztec Camera front man Roddy Frame will do it. I also dissolve in tears of gratitude whenever I listen to “Do They Know it’s Christmastime?” by Band Aid.  As for movies, you can fall apart to anything from old school flicks like Bette Davis in Dark Victory , Old Yeller, Bambi, or new school chick flicks like  The Painted Veil, Michou d’Auber, 28 Dresses,  or Circle of Friends. Whatever you choose, watch by yourself or with non-judgmental types. For best results, watch any of the above alone. The purpose is to cry and let it out so your business colleagues don’t think you’re a pushover. Holding  it in because you don’t want your boyfriend to think your sappy, defeats the purpose.    

• Get a massage: I have my masseuse on speed dial, and fortunately for me, she lives around the corner. If you don’t have a masseuse, get one and use them. To some, this may be a luxury, but it’s cheaper than weeks of rehab and less traumatic than a week strapped to a gurney looking at padded walls.  

Finally, breathe deeply and remember this too shall pass. If the situation persists for an extended period of time, then talk to someone who will really listen, haul your ass into a church (sans vicar and/or congregation,  I feel calmer when surrounded by flying buttresses and ornate stained glass) or try acupuncture or self hypnosis (check the yellow pages for a practitioner near you.)    Whatever you do, don’t rely on drugs (prescribed or otherwise) or alcohol. Although they may provide stress relief in the beginning the cure often becomes the culprit and as busy as your life is, aren’t you overloaded enough without adding dependency issues?   

I hesitate to endorse diet aids because not everything works for everyone. Even the gastric bypass, which I though was pretty much fool-proof didn’t stop Carnie Wilson from gaining all of her weight back.  Apparently whatever your battle plan for the war on weight, diligence is the key. So when I decided to nip the post holiday weight gain, which had grown to a total of nine additional pounds, in the bud, I sort of took the throw everything against the wall and see what sticks approach and after several items were tried with varying degrees of success, I narrowed my arsenal to just a few that, after ten days have helped me lose. Okay so it’s not a stone, but if healthy weight loss is generally 1 – 2 pounds a week, I’m on target. 

Since I already work out three days per week and drink approximately 1 ½ gallons of water (in addition to about another ½ gallon of sugar free/caffeine free tea a day) the only thing I’ve done differently is eschew ALL alcohol, which, as most diet gurus will tell you, is essential for success, at least during the first few weeks. And while it was hard surviving a weekend after a hard week without drinking (while those around you are) I’m beginning to find other solutions to corporate stress, which I’m sure I’ll be discussing in an article to come. So, here  here are some of the tools that I’ve found useful in my ongoing Fatass (hip and Thigh) Smackdown!     Super Slim Me: Super Slim me is just one of the self hypnosis programs  I listen to either from my laptop or on my ipod each morning. By taking a few minutes to relax to the dulcet tones (and British accent) of Mark Tyrell I’m able to  remember to eat healthfully and not over indulge. Since I’ve banished alcohol in an effort to shift some weight, I also listen to Dminish Alcohol Abuse, so I’m not tempted to cheat during this phase of dieting. And when my husband is being a pratt, and the lack of food and drink, makes me a bit edgy, I also listen to “Dealing with THAT person”. Downloads begin at a $12.95 but you can save money if you purchase a bundle of download. www.hypnosisdowanloads.com      I57  Ignite:  This dietary supplement containing Brazilian Cha de Bugre as well as Green tea works to suppress my appetite without making me jittery.$31.96 + S&H www.evitamins.com.      Zoft: Hoodia gum:  I’m generally not a snacker. I can live on three meals a day quite comfortably, but sometimes after dinner when Jordan is scarfing down a pint of ice cream or shoveling pretzel rods one after another down his throat, the temptation is nearly too much to bear. Sometimes just a change of taste in your mouth works and many suggest brushing your teeth as soon as the feeling pours over you. But Zoft gum with hoodia works just as well and it give me something a quick brush with Basil toothbrush can’t give me, a good jaw work out. www.zoftgums.com $29.95 + S&H for five packs (one month supply)     And finally if you want to try a new product, check pricing at your local retailer and then check on ebay. I’ve found several sellers with high feedback scores, from who’ve I’ve purchased a range of diet aids as well as sports equipment at substantial savings. 

Okay, so now you’ve a list of things that will help you wake up, but once you’re up, the clock is ticking. If you want to get up and out with as little stress as possible, preparation is key. Sure it takes a bit of time, and granted, there are many days after a long slog at ye olde advertising shoppe, that I don’t feel like deciding on dinner let alone deciding on what I’m supposed to wear the next day, but trust me, you’ll hate it even more if you have to figure it out in the in the dim morning light.  Pack your brekkie/lunch  I don’t have any girlfriends that aren’t on diet. Sad, but true. The best way to cut costs and preserve your health in a changing economy is to make and take your own. The night before I’m putting 1 cup of Kashi cereal in Tupperware with a bunch of blueberries, either preparing a sandwich for lunch or leaving a container out for dinner leftovers that will be tomorrow’s lunch. The only thing I leave until the morning is pouring milk into a flask (thermos) to drag to work. I also drop a box of Cup a Soups in my briefcase which I store in a drawer at work in case that low fat turkey sarnie isn’t enough to fill me or to quash any 11 am hunger pangs. Morning time saved- 10-15 minutes.  Set the coffee maker/teasmade.  Set the automatic timer  for a standard time each morning, that way there is no fiddling about with timers every evening. Simply refill with water and coffee/tea and you’ll be greeted with a hot cup of something by the time you get downstairs.   Layout your clothes the night before.  
I’m home from work early enough to catch the 4:30 news (should Oprah have someone like Julia Roberts on,  or be discussing something esoteric that moves the masses, but not yours truly). While “meteorologists” have a higher acceptable level of inaccuracy than the rest of us working stiffs would be allowed, they’re generally in the ball park when it comes to temperatures. With that piece of information, you can decide whether it’s a day for long sleeves or short sleeves with a sweater to cover your arms during the morning commute.  I also urge you to use the time to perhaps, and I know this is radical, try what you’re planning to wear on, especially if you’re planning to wear something packed away since last season. Not too long ago I put on a skirt that I picked up a while ago. It fit then, so I just tossed it on in the morning. Mistake. The waist was bigger than I remembered and it made the most unflattering gap between my top and my waist band. What’s worse, without a safety pin in my office emergency kit, I spent the entire day feeling quite uncomfortable. There are enough forces out there to ruin your day. Your own lack of sartorial planning needn’t be one of them.   Keep Necessities at the ready If you need a company pass, key card, car keys, house keys, cell phone or Blackberry then for Pete’s sake, put them in your bag or close to the door at the end of each day. Nothing wastes time like trying to find them in the morning, or ruins a day like forgetting any of the above.   Have a reminder  No I don’t mean another list, I mean a picture, a bauble, a fab wardrobe or kicky pair of shoes, that make you feel happy and remind you exactly why you’re keeping these horrid hours to begin with. And if you can take a moment to do that every day, maybe you won’t be one of these miserable zombies who schlumps mindlessly around the city just waiting for the day to be over. Perhaps instead you can revel in the fact that your life, and job can be as fabulous as you’d like, but unless you’re a courtesan, you kind have to make it out of bed first.

 I’m in the office before 6:30, so I’m very familiar with early wake up calls. Although I can get ready in about 30 minutes any other time in the day, rising and getting to work very early in the morning requires two things, Caffeine and preparation.  For those of you who are wobbling in late to work every day or sleep like the dead and could use a fork lift to haul your ass out of bed each day, here are a few of the things I’ve found useful in morphing from sleeping sloth to functioning human being, Today I’ll cover the mechanisms that can help and tomorrow I’ll cover how planning ahead can further help ease that rude awakening.  Find an alarm that works for you.

I hated the electronic drone of ‘eenh, eenh, eenh” every morning. Something about that sound just grabbed my spine and twisted it into a big knot. If that is annoying enough to wake you, then by all means, go with God, but just to save my sanity,  I purchased the Soleil alarm clock. I set it so fifteen minutes before I actually need to crawl out of bed, so the room is gradually illuminated, similar to an actual sunrise. Should the increase lighting not wake you, there is an optional alarm that will turn on a radio or, should you really need it, the “eenh, eenh, eenh” I find abhorrent. For those of you who would simply hit snooze ten times, either consider moving the clock far from arms reach or purchase Clocky. Clocky is an alarm (created by an evil genius) that jumps off your nightstand and rolls around the room forcing you to chase it and turn off the alarm.Soleil alarm clock; $89.00 + S&H, available at www.soleilsunalarm.com; Clocky @$50.00 +S&H, available at www.uncommongoods.com.   Aromatherapy in the shower

 There are those who think showering in the morning risks putting your body into shock especially when tossing yourself out in the elements, as I do when cycling into work (even more so in winter). I however, do not subscribe to that belief and NEED a shower to blow the cobwebs and the remnants of any lovely dreams out of my head in preparation for a hard day’s slog at the office. While there are many aromatherapy products that will help lift your spirits and invigorate you, (mint, eucalyptus, citrus) coffee or grapefruit scents work best for me. My favorites are Sephora Indulgence Body wash in either  Coffee & Cream or Pink Grapefruit. When used with a large body sponge, these body washes send ribbons of silkening bubbles cascading over my body and refresh both body and mind. And at 5 am, that’s a lot to get from a product with a price tag that’s a snip at $8 for an 8 oz bottle. Sephora Indulgences at Sephora stores worldwide or www.sephora.com.   

Caffeine at the Ready

 Idrink tea for relaxation and coffee for it’s jolt so if you, like me, couldn’t begin to think of cycling, driving or moving the old shoe leather express without a cup of something caffeinated, then you need a programmable coffee of tea maker. While any programmable coffee maker can make you a cup of tea, I have to put in a bid for the iconic Goblin Teasmade. This tea maker, which was very popular in the UK and at one point was acknowledged by the Guardian newspaper as  the most important invention since the aquaduct. The unit combines both an alarm clock with a tea maker so you’re both roused and offered a steaming cuppa at the same time. It’s brilliant and the older models, many of which can be found still in working order, make a lovely addition to any home.  Set this before you go to bed and at least one thing will be available to greet you upon waking.  For more information check out www.teasmade.comfor information on this product that truly made Britain GREAT!   For preplanned preparations that will make your morning easier, tune in tomorrow.    

You don’ t need me to tell you there’s a major discrepancy between a society that touts glowing health while monitoring increasing obesity rates world wide; but forcing us to be fit may be the next big thing.  

And it’s not just being thin.

Being a smoker is not an  albatross doesn’t weight around my neck as  my husband and I doused the fags years ago, but  more cities both nationally and internationally are banning smoking in restaurants, pubs, hotels and businesses. Being a smoker in this day and age can establish you as a social pariah, despite the fact that smokers pay enormous taxes on a product they can enjoy in fewer and fewer places.

And now doctors are beginning to question the wisdom of using resources to extend the lives and quality of life to those who persist in unhealthy pursuits.

According to a survey by “Doctors” magazine in the UK, one in ten hospitals may already be refusing surgery to candidates that are obese or smoke or drink excessively. While this is currently more prevalent in hospitals that are battling debt the questions are being raised, should we provide liver transplants to people who have a history of alcohol abuse; lung replacement for smokers or joint replacement to the overweight and sedentary?

Some think the answer may be to offer incentives to those who lose weight or successfully remain off cigarettes or drugs, but Japan may be the first country to begin limiting health services to those who don’t comply.

In an effort to stem their rise in obesity levels the Japanese have instituted a program to shrink the overweight population by 10% in four years. They hope to do this by setting in place limits based on International Diabetes Federation guidelines. The guidelines, which are slightly higher for whites in the westernized world has been scaled down, based on heights and weights of the Japanese and restricts waistlines  to not over 33.5 inches for men and 35.4 inches for women. While many are  angered by the guidelines, many say the average Japanese person falls under the guidelines and those who are above, would be helped by the Anti-Metabo campaign that would assist in providing instruction for a balanced diet, exercise goals and after three months, reassessing the “Metabo” (which loosely translates as “Fat one”)

While I understand the problems with health costs, especially in places like Japan where the private sector may not only be responsible for the health care costs of current employees, but their families and retired employees as well, searching  proactivly for a solution is admirable. The” Nanny- state” chiding, is less so.

And if the adage is true, it’s not what you eat, it’s what’s eating you; then do you really want to criticize those who may be just fractions of an inch over the limit? What about the people who’s over eating is linked to something more diffcult to measure?  While that embarrassment may work as encouragement for some, how many more will walk away feeling embarrassed and in some cases, personally violated and find solace in the bottom of a box of chocolates (or those ramen bowls that are packed with fat grams)

And if you think you can ignore it and it’ll go away, Japanese bureaucrats have worked that out too. For those who were discovered to be above the specified measurement targets, scheduled mailings  to recalcitrant “Metabos” remind them to make an appointment to be measured again. The “Or ELSE” may be implied for now, but suggestions are that failure to be part of the “Anti-metabo” program could result in shunning, loss of wages and even the loss of some healthcare benefits including certain prescription drugs.

Is this the last bastion of discrimination? Survival of the fittest and to hell with the fat,smoking alcoholic?

 I can see it now. Despite injuries to four passangers in a car, only one person is brought to the hospital. “We would have brought the rest, but one had been drinking, one had been smoking and it was hardly worth breaking out the jaws of life for the man with the 36 inch waist.”   

I am generally a very happy person.

While there are those who dwell on the negativity around them, I constantly look for the bright spot. But we all have days when you’re just overcome with the blues.While many people will attribute it to work, or relationships or failure to have bought/achieved/done something, mine tend to be squarely attached to my body and my wardrobe.

Although I tend to plan out my wardrobe, some days I’ll put something on, something I’ve worn a million times before, and having dismounted my bike at work, looked in the lavatorywith it’s garish overhead fluorescent lighting and wall sized mirrors, have my day ruined by the reflection that looks back at me. It’s not the confident accomplished and very professional woman I endeavor to be. I see a body retaining water, or fat cells, a dress that’s grabbing on to some bulge that wasn’t there before and a waist that seemingly overnight is devoid of definition. I don’t see the woman who cycles daily to work, or works out multiple weekdays with a trainer, I see what surely everyone else must see, a two toed sloth (I’m told the three toed sloth moves slower than the two toed variety, but despite being huge, I still walk incredibly swiftly for someone with such short fat legs.)

I’m having that day today and all because a top that had just fit me, this morning divided the buttons from the button holes like the Thames divides it’s river banks.
Then I tried a dress I bought in London which made my butt look as if it, and the rest of my body, were in distinctly different postal zones. And even as I write this, the hook eye closure of my skirt, is threatening to be enveloped by a fat roll round my waist.

But what can I do? I didn’t have time to change into yet another outfit, I had to go to work and I have to meet up with friends after work. And while intellectually I know when I walk to the gym, I will see no less than 50 people who work in surrounding offices,who will be much heavier and far less stylish than yours truly (most of which will be standing in line at street vendors serving up cheese steaks and Chinese food, MMmmm Chinese food) I do not compare myself with them.

I have an ideal vision on how I’d like to be. And while I do get closer with every sit up, and every delicious but fattening culinary offering I reject, right now, I’d like nothing better than to burn my wardrobe, encase myself in bandages with cellulite dissolving properties and lock myself in a room where my mouth is wired shut as insurance that nothing verboten gets tossed down my gullet.

Unfortunately that’s not an option.

So it’s off the gym I go, followe by a mani pedi before I meet my friends tonight. By that time, I’ll give an Oscar worthy performance of utter bliss. Then sparkling and smiley, I’ll consume no less than 500 calories of champagne and hope my hot pink nail varnish distracts them from the sloth balancing the champagne flute between her two toes.

Years ago, Conan O’Brian  had a running gig in his show with a dog, whose schtick went something like this.

 “You know you have a lovely face….for me to POOP on.”

That came to mind  when I first heard about the Geisha facial.  This facial uses uguisu no fun  and is said to have been used in the 18^th century by both geishas who found the treatment imparted a porcelain quality to their skin and by Kabuki actors who used it to cleanse their skin of the heavy white stage make-up. And what is  Uguisu no fun?  No fun is right. The powder used is a mix of rice bran and sterilized Nightingale Guano. (Yup, bird poop). Surprisingly, many who have experienced the facial comment that although it has a slightly musky odor, it wasn’t off putting and described the facial as rich and moisturizing. My stomach turns at the thought, much as it did when the  sour smelling TNS complex composed of circumcised foreskins was introduced few years ago? I’ve sacrificed money and endured varying amounts of  pain in the quest for beauty, but with all the technological advances in cosmetics, I think I’ll give treatments involving waste products or discarded body parts  a miss.

There are many things I buy with all intension of using immediately, but in my busy life, well, time just goes by. But lately I’ve been trying to get my life much more organized and that along involved getting a will sorted out.

Most of you out there need one, and haven’t quite gotten around to it yet, but if you own a house or car, have children, are married or even if you are single with what you think are limited assets, you should have one. If you die tomorrow without one you’re going to leave a big mess for those left behind. There may be squabbles over that ring great Aunt Bessie left you that you really wanted to go to Liane but your cousin’s wife Heather may just hijack after the funeral saying “we talked about it, and she really wanted me to have it.” A clearly stated will prevents such ugliness. 

And even without benefit of legal council, you can draft a legally binding one with the help of America’s favorite financial consultant, Suze Orman. 

 You see in one of my earlier shopping ventures I purchased the Suze Orman Ultimate Protection Portfolio*, so this weekend I used the accompanying CD to create a will, an advanced directive and durable power of attorney for healthcare and set up a revocable trust. The great thing about the kit is even though I purchased it a number of years ago, once you install the program it automatically provides the most recent updates as well as providing you with the most current links and passwords for help from her Wills and Trust site.

The entire process took me about 60 minutes, and although  I have more financial information that I need to enter (including dollar amounts of work related death and dismemberment insurance as well as recently calculated vested amounts in both our 401Ks), the basic documents completed and it wasn’t rocket science. Even if you don’t spend your life doing the  volume of paperwork I do, there is audio commentary by Suze and her lawyer to walk you through the process. And while there are some points that are wide generalizations; for example,  my choice for the disposal of my human remains, is Cryonic Preservation (frozen) instead of the burial, cremation or the scientific donation options listed; but things like this can be added in once you’ve established the bare bones of the document. In the event of a sudden death, this can really make the final decisions for those left behind, so much easier.

If you don’t already have a will and most importantly in the event of accidental injury that places you on life support, have an advanced directive for healthcare, I encourage you to get one sorted IMMEDIATELY.

So if you see an offer for her Ultimate Protection Portfolio on QVC or see it as gift during  one of PBS’s many  pledge drives grab it and use it. For yourself, your piece of mind, and the ones you leave behind, it can be your greatest gift of love.

Suze Orman Ultimate Protection Portfolio $58.74 plu S& H at www.suzeorman.com

Available on QVC as Suze Orman’s Organize and Protect Financial System Item # F8500 $66.00 plu $7.47 S&H.

A Marathon of Echo beach.

I always have plans on the weekend but one of my faves, is to plan a date with myself and get caught up on a marathon of British telly. On my last trip across the pond, I grabbed a number of DVDs including Echo Beach. I’ll preface my review by acknowledging that this show is not ground breaking and even if it were shown on US t.v. would probably not win an Emmy but damn it, it’s addictive.  Based around a beach town in Cornwall the three central characters having been caught up in a love triangle some 20 years prior, reunite (not so happily) when after the death of his wife, Daniel returns to the town, having been blamed for a boating accident and shunned by the locals some 20 years prior, to open a surf shop/café with his son and daughter.

The 2^ndbest thing about this is the intense 30 minute episode format. The best thing about the show  is the cast, including Martine McCutcheon (former Tiffany of Eastenders) Tate Donovan (Aussie star and past love of one Miss Kyle Minogue) Hugo Speer (Clocking Off and BBC’s production of Bleak House) and Susie Amy (Chardonnay Lanefrom Footballers’ Wives). The story seems predictable but just when you think you’ve worked the family secrets out, the storylines become, as the characters constantly remark “complicated”. It’s also great to see the depiction of love, from a woman who has tried to put the great love of her life out of her mind while trapped in a marriage where her  jealous middle aged husband who thinks of his wife as chattle to first love with all of the immature passion and  angst that is the nature of the beast. With such lovely scenery and an attractive cast (let’s face it, how many Mums of 18 year olds do you know who look like Martine McCutcheon )  it’s immensely watchable. It’s popcorn for the mind and I loved every second of the entire DVD. Yes. It was a completely sybaritic waste of time, but I did do something incredibly responsible on one day of my weekend.  I’ll tell ya tomorrow.

Echo Beach DVD/ For PAL Region 2 only!!(So either live in the UK ,get a region free DVD or miss a fantastic show) www.amazon.co.uk