This didn’t fit onto my other blog, but will do just fine here. A Story Of Five Mugs… Kate Takes 5 does listography every week, and this weeks theme was mugs. I have mugs, I have many many mugs; some come, some go, but these ones stick around.
Mug #1. PPL.
I was very heavily pregnant and going for meetings at PPL near Covent Garden in my last few weeks of work, taking the tube and having a good gush at how lovely their mugs were. Actually, this happened the once. I saw the mug, and whispered (quietly, I thought, though it was probably quite loud, but so what, I was pregnant and that’s all that mattered) “I want you to steal me one of those” to one of the managers I dealt with. Most excellently, he did just that, we stuck the mug into several bags to
protect it disguise my evil deed, and out of the building I went, never to return with the mug. Interestingly, I went back a few weeks later and there were NONE of these mugs left. They’d all mysteriously “disappeared”… that or PPL had known I was coming back. I love the guitar logo, and how it’s kind of embossed into the mug. Apparently there’s something wrong with it, but oh, I love it. I’ve never stolen a mug since.
Mug #2. Duran Duran.
Duran Duran were my second true love, my first proper one being Hazel O’Connor (in a musical sense, you understand). They were my first gig back in 1983 at Leeds Queens Hall on the ‘Seven and the Ragged Tiger’ tour, and afterwards my dad bought me a silk scarf, and a bootleg t-shirt (which frayed and shrunk) from the dodgy vendors outside. Fast forward to some year in the 2000’s when the original lineup reformed (Andy Taylor was still on guitar), and they played Wembley Arena. I parted with my hard earned cash, and to make up for not buying any official merch, bought this mug (and a wooly scarf, I think? Oh and a proper t-shirt). It still goes down extremely well with all my female friends when they pop in for a cuppa. I’m a John girl, myself. They really are like a box of Quality Street, right?
Ohh please tell me you remember Park Avenue? It was Oracle’s soap opera – yes, Oracle – the ITV version of Teletext, if I’m remembering correctly. My friend was going out with Jon Homer who wrote the reviews for Channel 4 (and made up a band and did fictional reviews of theirs too, I wish I could remember their name), so I bossed him into giving me a Park Avenue mug (mainly as I didn’t believe they didn’t exist, and mainly so that in years to come (approx 20?) I could show it off on my blog and have many gushing admirers saying “errr, what?”). Park Avenue! A daily text soap opera! I only remember one character was called Jocasta, and may have had a magenta font for her words, and how quickly you had to read it before the page changed. Ahh, the days before the internet. Our kids would laugh at us…
Mug #4. Glenn Hoddle.
I have NO shame. I love Glenn Hoddle. One time we saw Tottenham play and he came out onto the pitch for an interview – my HERO, I’ve never run that quickly to get to my seat, ever. He’s misunderstood, you see. I could go on about it, but I wont. I have ‘Diamond Lights’ five times, and ‘It’s Goodbye’ (the follow up) twice. Glenn is my hero, and I have a mug to commemorate this. I also have a signed picture of him when he was Chelsea manager which is hidden away somewhere, as it’s them, and not us.
Mug #5 – Marmite.
I love love love my Marmite mug. Shaun and H bought me one as a birthday or Christmas present, and then Naomi at work gave me a spare one. In fact, everyone gives me Marmite things, the cookbook, the toast rack, the lunchbox, the chocolate (the one Marmite product I can’t bear). I have a Marmite archive in the cupboard, one jar of each type sitting there waiting to be eaten when the time is right. I have Marmite bagels in the freezer “for emergencies”. Shaun is Australian, and so therefore takes the exact opposite in all this, going the way of the Vegemite. Having been to Australia several times, I can safely proclaim that Marmite has by far the best marketing campaign and song (I claim ‘My Mate, Marmite’ over the ‘Vegemite Song’) and so wins hands down. Mmmm, Marmite.