Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

– Mark Twain

Hi.  Further to my previous post, I am still working working working on Desirable.co.uk.  I’m also completely swamped with writing work which is A. Good. Thing., especially considering Rob and I were up in Edinburgh Wednesday and Thursday just gone looking at places to rent and we now have a better idea of our budget.

Here are some things you’ve missed since I’ve been ignoring you:

• I’ve decided that my musical heroines are Roisin Murphy, Nina from the Cardigans, and Debbie Harry (Blondie).  Also Fran from Travis, but Fran is a man with a female name, so I think he qualifies.
• I have so many books that I want to read and not enough time to do it in.  ‘World Without Us’ by Alan Weisman looks really interesting and if his interview on Radio Five Live is anything to go by it should be a great read.  Also, why can’t Philippa Gregory just release her new novel NOW ALREADY.
• I’m really bummed that Agathe from Style Bytes has decided to hang up her heels and stop blogging.  Or at least, that’s what I’m assuming she’s done - she didn’t blog for a month and then her site was taken down.  Perhaps she was a spy working for the Russian government or something, and she was discovered!  She certainly had the fashion sense of some wonderfully glamorous 1930s-40s spy.
• I’m not sure, but I think it’s quite bad that I like Tennents lager, the much-loved Scottish beer.  Rob gave me a look of disgust when I ordered a pint of it with a spritz of lime cordial.  I think living in Edinburgh will suit me just fine.
• I read the spoilers of the Sex and the City movie on Wikipedia.  Now I understand why reviewers were complaining that it tied the whole story up in a big bow and left nothing to the imagination.  I’ll still go and see it, but I won’t be impressed.
• Every now and then I think I don’t need to read PopJustice anymore, because there’s nothing new for me to learn about the wonderful world of pop music.  Then I realise that I don’t read PopJustice for the music news anyway, I read it for the completely irrelevant statements made by one of my heroes, Peter Robinson.  For example: PopJustice reviews Nelly’s new album, ‘Generally fairly jolly …Expect to see that on some billboard posters sometime soon,’ and then follows this review with the off-hand comment, ‘By the way, did we tell you about the man with five penises? His pants fit him like a glove.’  You just can’t fake such brilliance.
• Rob and I have watched the entire three series of Black Books in two weeks.  It makes me want to see Bill Bailey live, and to have lots of very hairy musically talented children with him.  Also, I’m very tempted to buy the Peep Show box set that’s sort of quite cheap on Amazon at the moment.
• I’m going back to Australia on the 10th of June (Tuesday week) sans Rob.  Rob is not upset about this, because the Euro 2008 Football Finals are starting on the 7th.  I am upset about this, because if I’m going to die in a plane crash I want my other half to die with me.  This may sound cruel but it’s really very romantic.
• I am currently wearing a pair of lemon-yellow socks that have brown, white and red sparkly cupcakes all over them.  A friend found them in TopShop the other day and instantly thought of me.  Am I that transparent?
• I sincerely hope that Sir Wogan doesn’t give up on his Eurovision commentary just yet.  It’s the only reason I watch the finals (well, that’s not really true, I watch it for the awful costumes and even worse songs), and it wouldn’t be the same without him.
• WHY IN GOD’S NAME DID PIM PUT HARRY ‘I’m Injured’ KEWELL AS CAPTAIN FOR THE AUSTRALIA V. IRAQ GAME, AND WHY DID KEWELL CHOOSE TO REMEMBER WHERE THE GOAL WAS AGAIN?  I’m all for Australia winning, but not at the hands of that traitor.

So, as you can see, you haven’t really been missing anything and I am living in a super-inflated bubble of my own self-importance.

I’m reading the biography of Beatrix Potter at the moment, and her life story has really inspired me. I was familiar with her background already - I knew she’d remained unmarried until quite late in her life, and I knew she’d pushed to have her books published even when it may have been considered socially indecent to do so. I grew up with Peter Rabbit, Jemima Puddleduck and co, and I think a large part of my love for the British countryside stems from the images she portrayed in her work. Reading in greater depth about the struggles and tragedies she faced, and the humor and perserverance with which she responded, I can’t help but think that she is one of my own personal heroes. If I had half her writing talent and half her sense of self-belief, who knows where I’d find myself.

Anyway, good old Beatrix got me thinking. Who else would I consider to be my ‘heroes’? Who else do I admire or respect to the point of calling them a ‘role model’? So many of our historical figures and popular icons have only achieved the level of fame they currently experience because of their flaws, or because of controversy. Of these potential candidates for ‘hero’ status, many have been remembered in death for different reasons to the fame they experienced in life. Take Marilyn Monroe, Princess Diana, Elvis Presley, J.F.K, and so forth - while alive, they were people that inspired feelings of hope, awe, admiration, respect, even obsession. In death, they are remembered for other reasons - Marilyn Monroe has become a victim of conspiracy theories, as has Princess Diana. Elvis is the butt of many ‘weighty’ jokes, whereas JFK’s life is remembered as being tragically cut short by a ‘curse’. While these historical icons are certainly worth remembering and respecting, I’m not sure they would be worthy of being elevated to ‘hero’ status… at least not in my book.

Instead, I choose my heroes by the outstanding weight of their achievements in spite of the odds. Perhaps this is why Beatrix Potter has always been such an icon to me - she was an incredibly successful author and artist at a time when women struggled to be recognized in the public arena; she became a respected environmentalist, conservationist and campaigner for rural space; and she still remains a key literary figure in both the English and non-English speaking worlds - even though she was ‘only’ a children’s author. Her correspondence reveals her to be a woman with a cracking sense of humour, and even in her years of success she continued to write letters to her young fans. I hope I can live my life with the same sense of purpose that Beatrix did.

Another historical figure who has been elevated to ‘hero’ status in my mind is Elizabeth I. Good old Bess has had a surge in popularity in recent years, with Cate Blanchett and Judy Dench amongst the many Hollywood actresses portraying the English Queen’s life story. I’ve had a soft spot for Elizabeth for many years, and she was one of the main figures I focussed on in my undergrad degree and honours thesis. Born the second (legitimate) daughter of Henry VIII to his second wife Anne Boleyn, Elizabeth struggled for many years to retain her position in the succession to the throne. She was born into a period of religious uncertainty: her father had instigated the English Reformation in part so that he could marry her mother; whilst Elizabeth’s older sister Mary, upon taking her place on the English throne following their father and brother’s deaths, reinstated the Catholic Church and sent many Protestants to the stake. By the time Elizabeth got to the throne herself, there was great pressure for her to marry, and even further concern over her religious allegiances. Instead, Elizabeth wove a web of political intrigue and managed to remain single and quietly Protestant despite threats from Spain and the Pope himself. By the end of her life Elizabeth had instigated a ‘golden era’ for England, encouraging trade, exploration, and a vivid art and literary scene that saw Shakespeare come to the fore. Although Elizabeth has the tendency to confuse even the most qualified of historians - she was legendary for changing her mind, being ‘wishy washy’ and even being prone to bouts of jealousy - I feel quite comfortable with her presence in my hero triology. I’m quite fond of her, regardless of the claims of heresy, blood-thirstiness and promiscuity. If she was around now, I’m sure she’d give Margaret Thatcher and Hilary Clinton a run for their money.

My last, and perhaps most unusual hero, is Lee Miller, the noted war photographer. Born in the early twentieth century when women’s rights were still a major issue, Lee must have been a real kick in the teeth for all those head-strong men heading off to fight in Europe during World War II. Despite requests from her family and friends to return to New York from her home in London, Lee instead decided to stick around and take photos of the tragedy that was slowly unfolding in front of her. Noted as being incredibly beautiful (she was a model before she became a photographer) Lee jumped at the opportunity to ‘rough it’ with the soldiers and refugees of war. She unflinchingly photographed the Blitz, scenes in France following D-Day, the freeing of Paris from the occupying forces, and perhaps most significantly the terrifying images of the concentration camps of Dachau and Buchenwald. Her photographs were published all over the world. Following the war she returned to her position as a fashion photographer and journalist, but suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome (as one can imagine), and lived the majority of her life in relative solitude. Her work is only now coming to be recognized as significant, despite the fact that many other photojournalists of her era have been considered ‘heroes’ for decades. Lee’s bravery and sense of justice must have been her driving force.

A children’s author, a Queen of England, and a photojournalist - not a bad crime-fighting team, and an even better triology of role-models to have as a guiding light throughout life’s many trials.