People my age have loads to offer

 This week alongside two of my lovely friends I hosted an ace event at Soho House. It's the first of 3 events we're running to support the Clothes off my back challenge, and it went really really well.

We had a full house of 30 young creative people join us, and I had conversations with a couple of them about how charities treat them and I thought I'd share some thoughts about it here.

I am sick of hearing people talk about how feckless, irresponsible and selfish people my age and younger are. I know that every generation faintly disapproves of the next, but in our case I think the onset of technology has made it worse.

I hear people my parents age worry aloud that video games have made us short in concentration and violent, that reality television makes us all seek instant gratification, and that social networking has made us mistake online conversations for real friendships.

I've heard people say that televised violence has made us insensitive to the suffering around us, our online profiles self-obsessed and shallow.

I have to say this is not my experience. 

I know some really exceptional people who make real sacrifices to make this world better. People who protect human rights in Nepal, who provide medical care in Calais, I have friends who've raised huge amounts of money running marathons, and who volunteer their time mentoring and supporting vulnerable people.

My experience of my generation is that we engage emotionally and intellectually with the problems that we see in the world, and that given the opportunity we'll take action to make a difference. But I also think that the old fashioned ways of raising money from us just don't work.

Taking out a direct debit for £20 a month and getting an email or letter about the good being done as a result of your donation, must have felt really meaningful back when communication was slow and information hard to come by. Pity marketing of the old school Band-Aid style worked when we only had access to news reports about the scale of a problem. But now we have more access to information, we want to know more, not just about the problem, but about how charities are solving it. We want to be more than chequebooks. We want to be a part of the solution. 

We know that raising money is key and we know how to do it. You are not going to get into our wallets through guilting us. But engage us and you'd be amazed what we can do.

On Wednesday I spoke to high end marketers who are desperate to work with charities but not in the way charities want to engage them. They know how to reach out to people and get them to act on their emotions - but are frustrated that they only ever get to redesign logos rather than being given a problem to solve. 

I spoke to lawyers, to designers, business people and artists and they all agreed that they'd give more, and encourage others to do the same if they felt like their skills were valued - and these were some really skilled people!

So Wednesday we held a life drawing dinner party at Soho House. 30 people created some lovely art, ate an amazing meal, laughed, drank and had some really opinionated discussions. Myself, Bella and Charlotte had a clear idea of what we wanted when we put together the evening. No guilt, no asking people to get out their chequebooks, no forcing people into conversations about why Contact a Family exists. Instead we wanted people to have a genuinely good time, to listen to what they thought, find out what they were into, and begin meaningful relationships.

I think we achieved that. As people left a couple regaled me with stories of being shown heart-breaking videos over dinner and then being challenged to hit fundraising targets (they donated but refused all future contact with the charity), being called to be told about a child's early death, and being asked to give more money (they cancelled their direct debit), and being shamed for wearing expensive shoes by a chugger. We didn't do that. Our guests left happy, they learnt a little bit about a charity they'd never been exposed to before, and between them they donated £1357 including gift aid. Plus we made some friends - who have more valuable things to offer than just their money.
 
If you came along - thank you. And if you didn't but are reading and sharing this blog - thankyou.  If you are talking about the rights of disabled children and raising awareness in your social networks - thankyou. If you are one of the people who've made the 45 THOUSAND visits to my tiny little blog - Thankyou.

And if you've got an idea about something you can do to make the world a better place - thankyou. I'd love to help - it doesn't need to be this charity - anything you care about. Let me know if I can help you make contact with organisation where you can make a difference - because the thing with our generation is, our social networks make us pretty well connected. 

And you know what - if you do want to donate - that's great too, you can do it here.

Take care kids. Sometime this week I'll be posting about knitted shorts - so keep your eye out for that! 

The Fabulous Mr & Mrs Cooper

So two of my best mates got married yesterday and I am FAR too hung over to blog today.

Thankfully I was one of the 'best men' - so I thought I'd share a couple of photos of the fabulous day and the speech as I orginially wrote it!

The gorgeous Mr & Mrs Cooper

Well, isn’t this lovely. Lovely couple, lovely venue, lovely bridesmaids (one of whom I have a fully secured snog scheduled with later). Let’s start by just taking a look  around and luxuriating in how  all round gorgeous today has been.

I’ve had the great pleasure of attending both the hen and the stag before coming here today and I have to say I’ve never experienced such a joyous lead up to a wedding. Bob & Laura have excellent taste in friends. You are all crazy rockstars! So feel free to pat yourselves on the backs in congratulations for your all round awesomeness. 

But enough about you – lets concentrate on the bride and groom. All this gorgeousness today will come as no surprise to anyone. Of course with these two we couldn’t have imagined anything different. I love these guys, they are just made for each another aren’t they? Their senses of humour, taste in everything from food to furniture – even their yoga teacher says they move the same – quite simply the perfect couple.

 

And what’s wonderful about them is not just how much they love each other. But actually that it’s catching.Because there are a load of ways of loving another person, and most of them are about putting your energy into them, focusing on them and eliminating a little something somewhere else to make space for that love. But sometimes, rarely there are these amazing unicorn couples who find loving one another so effortless – that the joy they have in one another spills out into the world. 

 

And that’s what we are witnessing here today, that beautiful champagne like bubbling over of love, that made all our hearts swell as these guys said their vows. That makes picnics and dinner parties and walks in the park just that little bit more fun if they are there too. I once spent a tortuous 12 hours including no less than three vehicular breakdowns travelling to Cornwall with these guys. My most vivid memories of that trip (beside our encounter with  Tim the words most helpful serial killer) is dancing around to Jack White in a multi story car park whilst we waited for our third rescue by a mechanic. It wasn’t wasted time, or angry time, or lets bitch at one another cos we’re all so frustrated time, it was simply we’re stuck here so let’s do our best to have fun time. It should have been a nightmare, and it wasn’t – because time with these guys is never wasted.

We could talk about their talent if we wanted to, god knows they are talented, Laura’s photo’s, bob’s drawing, they can both cook, they can both style a room. Laura knits and crochets things of beauty, and I still resent Bob for not giving me one of the wire meshing dragons he made in sixth form.

But if I’m honest it’s not really their talent at work stuff, or at art stuff that interests me. It’s their talent as hosts, as the kind of friends who make those tiny, wonderful adjustments to make everyone welcome. It’s the interest and concern they show for people that they know well, but also people who are new to them that makes them unique and precious.

 

Now I know there are supposed to be jokes in this speech –  but I also want there to be love. Because actually I feel pretty honoured to be here today, speaking to you all about these lovely lovely people.

When Bob asked me to be his best man, I punched him. Hard.

It was perhaps not the most dignified way  of accepting the honour – but I was actually lost for words (unusual for me), and deeply chuffed and excited to be asked.

Bob and I have been friends a long time. We met in sixth form, taking the same hour bus ride to a school we both hated. I think Bob must have dated/ snogged 50% of my mates during that period, he was the undangerous ladies man. It was the self confident ok with themselves girls who liked Bob, girls who expected boyfriends to be respectful and nice to them. And Bob was. While the relationships didn’t last, the underlying friendships did. We went to a lot of fun parties and even developed a bit of a fan club made up of some friends younger brothers and their mates.

One of these boys once said to me that if Bob and I ever had a baby it’s be so cool it’d be god. Which makes me very glad that Bob & I were never in the slightest bit attracted to one another – as a) we’re both of us actually quite geeky and it might result in a global ‘lowering the bar’ on cool, which would be shame for all the hipsters in Bob’s beloved east London. And b) because nobody would want any kind of deity that displays our shared indecisiveness, excessive politeness, ability to get distracted by shiny things or adoration of Laura. Nothing would get done! What use is a God that is fixated on Lauras boobs? I mean they are spectacular, but someone would need to keep gravity and  physics and stuff working and no god created by Bob or I would be up for that!

Which brings me to Laura. I love you. You are an absolute gift in my life and having spoken to a load of the women here today – I can say that I am far from the only one who feels this way.

Bob and I lost touch for a few years after school, and the first time we went for a drink after reconnecting he started to preach the gospel about this amazing woman he was in a relationship with. How she was pretty, and funny, and creative, generous and talented. And I thought. Well to be honest I thought he was full of shit. No-one could possibly be that insufferably  brilliant.

The first time I met Laura was at my birthday party & I thought she was lovely. The second time was an afternoon in their tiny little flat and it is no exaggeration to say I fell a bit in love. Because you really are all the things Bob described and more. My lovely precious friend – how lucky I am that Bob fell in love with you and you with him. Because it gave me one of the people I love most in the world. 

And bob. Oh bob – who here has seen bob dance? Then you will know what I’m talking about. And if you haven’t – then tonight my friends you are in for a bloody treat. There is simply no one in this world as happy as Bob is when he’s dancing. It is fabulous. 

fabulous

Bob is one of my very favourites. I am never bored in his company – he doesn’t judge when I get lonley if Matt’s out for the evening and I don’t judge him when he’s the same when Laura’s away. We’re both rubbish without our beloveds – and know the other one will be required to come drink a pint or watch a film to prevent us collapsing in on ourselves and we’re both totally fine with that.

Bob is fun and he’s generous – and he can talk about real stuff as easily as he talks about star wars and I value him more than diamonds. He’s the best mate a girl could ask for and he’s going to make a wonderful husband. 

And to both of you together, I won’t wish you luck because you don’t need it, I will wish you fun, and opportunities for adventure, I wish you Sunday afternoons under a blanket, meals for two, and meals for 10, Scotland, camping, the sea, and exciting undiscovered cuisines – I wish you both the life you desire and with each others support you will have it. And so finally from all of us here – lets toast- to happily ever after.

Contributed to by neglect.....

Last night I went to bed close to tears and filled with outrage. I woke up this morning feeling the same way.  And today I'm going to talk a little about why.

When I started this blog my intention was to raise awareness of the number of disabled children living in poverty and the impact it had on their lives. I chose a challenge for myself that would provide a tiny window into the inconveniences that not having easy access to new and different things could bring. I chose poverty because it's explainable, it's preventable and everyone has some understanding of what it is.

The number of children living in poverty in this country is an outrage, the disproportionate number of those children who are disabled even more so. But that's not the reason I went to bed shaking with anger last night. That was because people with learning disabilities are still dying unnecessarily because they are simply not valued as highly as people who aren't disabled.

I know. That statement sounds aggressive right? No-one wants to believe this is true. Surely no one consciously values one person's life over another's? You know what I have to hope that no-one does do that consciously - but there is no .denying that people with learning disabilities are treated differently. Mencap have produced numerous reports about the inequalities in the way people with learning disabilities access healthcare. Between 2009- 2011 alone they had 28 grieving families come to them saying their relatives had died avoidably whilst in NHS care. 

People with learning disabilities are victims of hate crime, and are disproportionately at risk of experience of physical, sexual, emotional and financial abuse. I could point you to lots of facts and figures about this but I won't. There's loads of evidence out there and I'd suggest you start here to find out more.

But sometimes numbers can get in the way of really feeling an issue. And today I want you to feel this. If you don't know anyone with a learning disability it's easy not to be outraged by the way they are treated - because you simply won't see it. It doesn't get much news coverage, there aren't any really famous people with learning disabilities (though there are some very inspiring people like my mate Scott Watkins), so why would you know?

Maybe some of you watched the panorama on Winterbourne View, and if you did you might remember some of the more disturbing scenes of violent restraint and bullying. I worked at Mencap when that programme was broadcast and I will never forget the stand up meeting on the campaigns floor the next day. People were distressed at those images - but we weren't surprised. Winterbourne view was a particularly bad example of treatment people with a learning disability have been describing to us for years. There are many wonderful people who work to support people with learning disabilities, brilliant, empathetic individuals who really care about what they are doing. But time and time again we hear about how systems put in place to protect people fail, how through neglect, disorganisation or malice people with learning disabilities do not get the treatment they should be able to expect. By which I mean the same quality of respect people without a learning disability receive.

Anyway - yesterday an inquest decided that Connor Sparrowhawk's death in a bath following an epileptic seizure was 'contributed to by neglect'. 

I don't know Connor, or his family, but like many people who work in my sector I enjoyed dipping into his mother’s witty and honest blog about living with him. Her observations and experiences chimed with those of many families I've worked with, and the lead up to Connors admission into the assessment and treatment unit where he died felt all too familiar. Connor and his family were being failed long before his death.

And they continued to be failed after it. It has taken more than two years to get an apology - as if an apology is anything near enough when your child has died. The result of the inquest got some press today - not enough but some. And I can only hope that public attention leads to some real change in the way people with Learning Disabilities needs are assessed, planned for and met. But I fear that will only happen if we as a society stand behind people with a learning disability and their families. If we take notice when things like this happen and we shout about our outrage.

I agonised about whether to blog about this. This isn't my story it's Connor's, it's the story of his family and his friends and all the people who loved him. Except its kind of my story too - and yours - because do we want to live in a society where a young man's preventable death barely causes a ripple of attention? Where we are not all outraged by the fact that Connor is far from the only person to have died prematurely due to a lack of appropriate care - sadly (and if you're not angry now you never will be) he's not even the only person to have died in that bath.

I know.

That's why I went to bed and woke up still shaking with anger- there is just no world where this is ok.

I think it's important on this blog to say a couple of things. This is a personal blog - my opinions here are mine, not necessarily those of any organisation I represent. Also - I deliberately haven't gone into loads of detail about Connors case here - I'm not an expert on this case and it would be disrespectful to get it wrong. If you are on twitter I highly recommend reading @LBInquest where the whole inquest was live tweeted. The inquest findings are now on the Justice for LB site.

 

Holiday capsule dressing

So I've just got back from my holidays, and I have to say the old capsule wardrobe totally came into its own.

Normally I make a really big deal out of packing for my holidays. I look through everything in my (let’s remember HUGE and overcrowded) wardrobe and pick out maybe 10/15 things I think I might want to take. And then I convince myself that all my clothes are too 'London' and won't work on a beach, or in a European city (despite the fact that they have all the same shops as us & so by logical extension are probably wearing the same clothes...).

Maybe I can wear my normal clothes on holiday?

So I write a list that inevitably includes some king of chiffony beachy number, something in a lurid colour made out of t-shirt material, shorts with fruit on them, a couple of flimsy strappy tops and some wedges I can't walk in. I spend AGES sourcing these things, I pack them, and then spend the entire holiday wondering why everything I've brought with me either makes my bum stick to the sun chairs or causes my boobs to fall into my food. Half way through the holiday I'll realise I can't take it anymore and waste a day shopping for clothes identical to ones I already have at home.

Every time!

I get wrapped up in this fantasy that because I'm on holiday I'm suddenly a graceful unicorn, who walks along a beach at sundown with the wind in my hair. In this fantasy my husband isn't frantically slapping away mosquitos, I haven't twisted my ankle as a result of towering shoes and pebble beaches being a terrible combination, and somehow it's possible to clamber around to the best bits of beaches without either wearing something practical or accepting your skirt is getting tucked in your knickers.

All I get out of it is a daily reminder that I am not a unicorn; I'm a clumsy, ungainly girl who just looks like she's dressing up as her mother when she wears chiffon. (Actually make that someone else's mother - mine's not really one for chiffon either). The local charity shops do well out of it I suppose - assuming there is a market for second-hand micro shorts with bananas on them!

This year - I didn't have any option. So I didn't think about packing until the day before we flew, and then just chucked a few things in the bag. I packed the 3 frocks I've been wearing all summer, plus a new long one I bought for India, and wore jeans, my denim shirt and my cardi on the flight. I had my sandals, a pair of hiking sandals (clambering over rock faces counts as an activity in my book - so these are well within the rules), a swimming cossie, and my mac. My bag was super light - I never felt short of anything to wear, looked like myself all holiday and wasted zero time shopping. 

It was awesome. And because I was wearing clothes I felt comfortable in I could clown about on the beach, climb over rocks and spend full days hiking without losing a layer of skin to a beach chair, or my dignity drinking cocktails. Weirdly this holiday - without my fantasy wardrobe, dressed as myself I was closer to the graceful unicorn than I ever was before.

Relaxing on holiday in clothes I actually wear in real life

So there you go. A bit of a capsule triumph.

I started this challenge because I was disgusted to realise how many families of disabled children go without heating or clothing in order to meet the extra costs of raising a Disabled child. Contact A Family are working tirelessly to change this. If you want to make a donation you can do so here. 

But maybe you don't want to make a donation? Well on the 28th of October there is an exciting different way you could support the cause!

I've teamed with Bella's Bits & Bobs for a special night at Soho House - taking clothes right out the mix to reveal the bits & bobs of two hot life models for us to draw! Naked models fuelled by drinks & delicious food. If that doesn't already sound like the perfect night, it's all to support the amazing charity Contact a Family (helping thousands of families in the UK with disabled children) and so all profits from the evening will support this extremely worthwhile cause. Come and join us for a fab night with a little bit of nudity & a whole lot of good karma.

Please email Bella for ticket details - it will be a super fun night!