Anna McKann's Chavos

Sooooooo busy

Hi everyone, so much for my last blog and that superb lazy weekend, which in spite of wanting to repeat it, sadly it wasn’t meant to be. I spent hours last weekend going backwards and forwards between airline companies trying to find a suitable flight to Spain, desperately wanting to visit my Spanish friends before the end of February because then I know the madness will start and I will be crazy, crazy busy. Could I find a flight to the right destination that suited both my budget and my time-line? No. Was I able to book one? No. Was I frustrated? Yes.

Will the madness start at the end of February? That’s what I expected however think it’s already begun. Suddenly I’m running around like a headless chicken again. Drrrr what a horrible thought! Why do we have these awful expressions? The worst of course has to be, ‘I killed two birds with one stone,’- poor little things. You know it’s like many of our nursery rhymes and children’s stories; I’m surprised they don’t give our children nightmares rather than entertain them. Talking of nightmares my little granddaughter is staying with me at the moment and woke up in the night saying she was having a nightmare. When I tried to console her and asked what had upset her so she proceeded to tell me that someone had eaten her chocolate cake! Awh Bless! I suppose I would have been none too happy if that had happened to me.

So back to headless chickens or should I say being busy? Life really is a roller coaster isn’t it? The highs, the lows, an empty diary, a chaotic diary. Strange how I seem to start Monday morning with an empty diary and Friday afternoon ends with a full one. Where did all that come from?  One thing which I’ve sorted in the last couple of days is the 2012 Chavos ball. Make sure it’s in your diary- 6th October, Oulton Hall, Leeds. I suppose it’s like anything in life we learn from experience. The 2011 ball was a huge success but this year’s ball is going to be even better, of that I’m sure. Details will be released in April but of course the Mariachis will be there again. Yippee!

So busy, busy, busy this week and just as I prepare for another day at the office and a lovely afternoon tea invitation at the Leeds Civic Hall, with the Lord Mayor I discovered my little puppies Butler and Gracie had devoured a bag of Starbursts. Yes, my granddaughters. Ergh Help.

 

Chat Soon

Anna x

 

 

 


Lazy days

Lazy Days

It began with a couple of meetings on Friday morning and then I decided to take an impromptu afternoon off. I did intend to catch up on a few things at home, wade through that huge pile of unopened mail and attempt some of those mundane tasks that never seem to get done. In reality it never happened and as at 5pm on a windy Sunday afternoon, the stack of letters remained by the doorway, added to which the post man had been and delivered more. He delivers on Sunday you ask. Well they came from somewhere and looking at the envelopes I could see most of it was undesirable stuff. You know the sort, either junk mail or those dreaded people wanting your money - bills to be paid. Drrr.

So, Friday afternoon I had thought that there would be time to read a little, do some research for one of my books, walk my doggies and then enjoy a date with a man and a movie. Arriving home around mid-day with a jacket potato in hand from the local sandwich bar - note sandwich bar - but yes they do jackets as well. I then proceeded to do absolutely nothing, apart from eating my potato of course which consequently led to that overwhelming feeling of guilt. Not eating the potato but doing nothing I hasten to add. So much to do, so little time to do it, and I did NOTHING. Yes literally nothing. I just sat in my favourite chair window gazing.  Ever thought that sometimes the body just needs to do nothing? Just like those lazy sunny afternoons when you are on your hols, basking by the pool with a glass of sangria and you quite simply do nothing. I always seem to be going somewhere - hopping on and off trains or catching planes, running around like a headless chicken.  Yeah! Yeah!  All important stuff that only I can do and needed doing yesterday. Uhm!  Those holidays seem to be few and far between. I remember the last one a couple of years ago, when I went with the girlies to Monte Carlo. We only went for a few days which turned out to be a blessing as they were all bickering and that was before we even arrived, not to mention had a drink. Can you imagine it? Grown women bickering. Well they do and they did. What an eventful few days that was. It reminded me of my school days. Now there’s a thought. So I’ll try not to beat myself up. Maybe today I just needed to do NOTHING.

As my house is built on high ground with views of the motorway in the distance I could see people in their droves passing by. Most of them no doubt on their way home, looking forward to the weekend and the opportunity to have some family time, socializing and all that stuff. Am I right? Whatever, headlights  a glare…bumper to bumper I was so glad not to be in that traffic jam with news of overturned lorries in those 70 mile an hour gales. A miserable cold rainy afternoon and I was sitting in my cosy little study with a mug of hot chocolate, the fire warm, and candles aglow. You would have thought it late evening - so dark and stormy - and still doing NOTHING watching the world go by.

Needless to say I didn’t really feel like going out but had to make an effort. I’d promised. And so glad I did. A trip to the movies to see the extraordinary journey of a horse and the characters that fell in love with it. I’m talking about ‘War Horse’ of course. What a brilliant movie that was. Much of it set in rural England it reminded me of how beautiful our country can be and also prompted me to add more movie visits to my 2012 bucket list.

So, looking forward to next weekend and planning to do NOTHING again. Well perhaps a little reading and most definitely some writing, and I suppose I will open the post and pay a few bills. 
And then?

And then  I will have to take Butler and Gracie for a walk and blast I just remembered I need to see the sewing lady later ‘cos I have this dress to shorten and then I really must visit cousin Candy  and then… I’m rambling.

 

Have a fruitful week.

 

Anna


Dreamer

Am I a dreamer or a visionary. Both perhaps.

My thought for this week is work hard. Be positive. And believe you will eventually find your happy ending.

You are the author of your life.

Luv & stuff

Anna


Some people

Hope you like this little rhyme that came into my head recently!

Some People

Some people think I’m dotty
Some people think I’m mad
They certainly shouldn’t comment
If the privilege they’ve never had.

                        *
Some people think I’m brave
But that certainly isn’t true
The fact of the matter is
It’s faith that brings me through.
Those people who really know me
They’ll get to see my heart~
My life hasn’t been easy
Sometimes ‘tis a wonder, I didn’t fall apart.

                        *
My life is driven by children
Especially those in need
I want to make a difference
I pray that one day I’ll succeed.

*

And if when I meet my maker
My epitaph it will read
She certainly made a difference
Truly I’ll be happy, blessed indeed.

Anna McKann


Feliz año nuevo

Feliz año nuevo

 Well 2011 came and went and here we are in 2012, wondering what this year will bring.

First of all my prayer is that everyone reading this blog has a wonderful and productive year. There were certainly plenty of defining moments in 2011 in world events, and as I look back I think I had one of the most life changing and amazing years ever. It certainly ended on a high, and I am looking forward to 2012 and new opportunities. For the past 10 years I have kept journals of many of the things that I do and think. Ideas, inspirational thoughts- just stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. Scribble, notes, lists etc. It is so interesting to go back and peruse some of those journal entries and see what has developed as well as what didn’t happen! You know one thing which I have heard so many people say and makes me laugh every time is, ‘ be careful what you pray for because you might get it and wish you hadn’t.’ Too true! There are so many things that I thought I wanted this time last year and I really am so glad I didn’t get them. Now you wonder what I’m rambling on about but I suppose I’m saying we are changing all the time and very often we think we want something, but if we are prepared to wait something more suitable or appropriate may come along. That reminds me of a chat I had yesterday with my little granddaughter when she asked me what wisdom was. We then had a deep discussion about the fact that her mummy had some, I had lots more than her mummy and great-grandma had even more than both of us put together.

Anyway now all the mince pies have gone, the chocolate log has been demolished and there are only a few crumbs left in the Christmas cake tin, it sounds like it’s the right time to start being healthy and get rid of that excess fat that we usually acquire at Christmas. One of the best things that I did in 2011 was to buy my puppies - Gracie and Butler. The first few weeks they were driving me potty piddling everywhere, but now of course they are more house trained and developing those quirky little character traits which I so adore. Actually they are both bonkers, bring laughter to the house, and I sure am happy having them around. Something tells me this year I will be getting plenty of fresh air and exercise. North Yorkshire here I come.

Ok so I digressed somewhat here, now back to children. My little grandaughter is growing up fast. Don’t you just love them. So here’s to 2012 and hoping that we can all be kind to one another and make the difference in the life of a child somewhere in the world.

I thought I would paste something which I wrote at the end of last year and if my publishers agree it will be in with the acknowledgements and various other bits and bobs in Chavos 2.

Here it is…

I recently read a book by a very famous author of adult literature.
He said, ‘some books make us dream, others bring us face to face with reality, but what matters most to an author, is the honesty with which a book is written.’
This is the second novel in the Chavos series where I believe as the author, my great love of Mexico, its culture and its people shines through.
Indeed as we say in Spanish;- ‘Conocerlo es amarlo.’ (Knowing it, is loving it.)
Mexico is a country with so much beauty and wonder to offer both its people and visitors alike. But also like many other countries in the world, a country with problems.
I believe through Dolita’s life - the main character in the Chavos novels - one will dare to dream as she does. I believe that we were all born for a purpose and have a dream or vision hidden in our hearts from childhood.
It takes courage to follow a dream and whatever your dream may be, don’t give in when you realise it. My favourite saying is, ‘when the going gets tough, you get tougher. Let Dolita be an inspiration to you as she shows great courage in her quest to find her family - whilst supporting her friends and those around her - as she faces new challenges for survival.
It is important, even as young readers that we face up to the reality in the world today and perhaps through doing so, strive to make the world a better place, as each of us plays our part.
I am writing my stories as honestly as I can, reflecting life as I have seen it;- the great contrast between rich and poor and those who fall into the trap of drugs, alcoholism and poverty.
The books are fiction based on fact and with a mixture of real life experience and my own imagination I seek to educate and entertain the reader, whilst not offending anyone.

I hope you enjoy reading my books, at least two more of which will be published this year.

So follow your dreams. Happy New Year.


 

Anna x

 


Feliz Navidad

Hi everyone.

Since my last blog I have done a mad dash to Spain to catch up with friends and an overnight stay to London to see the musical Shrek. How awesome was that!

So, only a few days to go and actually it will all be over. Awh!

Too true.  People put so much planning into Christmas celebrations, usually spend more than they can afford and invariably complain they have eaten too much- whilst the rest of the world lingers in poverty. Uhm. That put the damper on it, didn’t it? Sorry didn’t mean to. But I have heard s-o-o-o-o many people say they don’t like Christmas and untold numbers of family and friends have disputes and relationships break down, particularly marriages.  FACT.  Ever thought why?

Actually very few people consider the Christmas celebrations intrinsic meaning, history or origin, including me. I’m a believer, but I don’t like the label Christian because it seems to mean different things to different people these days, so let’s keep it simple. I believe in God and that Jesus was the Son of God. Therefore if Christmas is about celebrating his birth, that’s a nice thought isn’t it?

Well I decided to do some real research this year about the origins of Christmas and actually the celebration has very little to do with the birth of Christ. I am told that the Bible does not mention anywhere the date of Christ’s birth. Historians and theologians have debated over the years and whilst some have come to the conclusion it is in the spring, others think summer or early autumn. So basically no one is sure. That’s ok. It’s still acceptable to have a date when we can all collectively celebrate but these days God has been taken out of our schools and most kids know little or nothing about Jesus, and unless the school does a nativity play many people don’t give a thought to his birth. True or False? You tell me.

Now it appears that Christmas is based on a festival called Saturnalia which was largely celebrated between the 17 December and early January and is a pagan festival based on the winter solace. Celebrated originally by the Romans, when punishments were suspended, courts closed, business stopped and war ceased. The Romans indulged in merry-making. Over-eating, drunkenness, the exchange of gifts and the decoration of homes with greenery were the norm. Sound familiar?

My research tells me that Christian leaders in the 4th century imported the Saturnalia festival into their Christian calendar hoping to convert many of the pagan worshipers to Christianity. The deal was agreed.

So now Christmas has become a sacred religious and worldwide cultural event and the history behind Christmas trees and Santa Claus is interesting too, but I’ll leave you to research that one yourself.

So the question I leave you with is; what does Christmas mean to you?

Hopefully you will have a lovely time with family and friends. Be kind to one another. And remember those less fortunate than ourselves who will NOT be eating a Christmas dinner.

Feliz Navidad

 

Anna xx

 


The Landlord\'s Cat

First I want to say thanks to all those kids from the London schools who emailed me recently. It was good to hear from you and I also received some lovely writing, especially from Daniel who was telling me about his holiday in Mexico - swimming with the dolphins and stray crabs. It sounds very interesting Daniel.

I will be back on the London circuit again at the end of February, and then for a couple of weeks in March and April. One thing is for sure, I will be keeping away from the big city when the Olympics start as it will be too crazy busy for me - and I have to admit I’m not the Sporty type. More the Performing Arts type myself, so I am naturally looking forward to the day when we see Chavos on stage.  Meanwhile, I have started writing the production with some fellow musicians and it is obviously a huge challenge.

I hope you remember what I said to you on my school visits. Inspiration is a wonderful thing and we all need vision in life. There is a scripture in the Bible which says;-  ‘Without vision my people will perish.’ That is so true. Sadly I have met many people who have neither vision nor ambition. With no direction they have become lost and depressed.  If you don’t know what you’re meant to do with your life yet, don’t worry. Try different things till you find out. Also life is made up of seasons, nothing lasts forever. We often make career changes at different times of our lives, and I don’t know anyone who has never made a wrong choice. We learn from our mistakes, the secret is not to try and make too many. I never imagined when I was in Year 6 that one day I would be writing books. I have worked with people all my life; elderly, underprivileged and for the past 25 years children. Ergh. Help! That makes me sound s-o-o-o old! Well not really. You are as old as you feel, think and behave. True?

Find out what you are good at and then study and research, practice and rehearse. Don’t give in. Keep on and remember if it was easy everyone would do it. I believe we are all born for a purpose and sadly most people never become what they were born to be. Think about that! Is it because they give in too easily? Shame.  ‘If it gets tough, you just get tougher.’

So it will soon be the school holidays and everyone can’t wait-especially the teachers I suspect. Enjoy your Christmas festivities. I have just been to my granddaughters school to see the Christmas play- The Landlord’s Cat. I didn’t know what to expect and wondered how this was going to relate to Christmas. Well it did and was actually a lovely spin on the Nativity story told by, of course the Landlords cat. My little granddaughter looked adorable in her costume as did all the other little  participants.

So now I need to think about Christmas shopping and writing those cards. I have to admit I’ve barely started, but I never was one of those organised people who had everything sorted by the end of November. There’s something nice about last minute shopping.

I also think Christmas is one of those times of year when we think about our spirituality and what we believe. We all need something to believe in, something to give us hope. And while you are making your list for Santa remember those people worse off than yourself - kids who most definitely won’t receive a gift this Christmas and many who won’t even get a meal never mind a hot dinner.

We must always be grateful for what we have and do what we can to help others.

Anna x


London Schools

I have just visited a few more London schools and it was most certainly a successful week. So how do I measure success? By the kids responses and interaction of course. I did not count how many Year 5 & 6 kids I saw, but there was at least 260 of the little darlings. They were from different cultures and social backgrounds but all eager to meet an author and hear where the inspiration came from for the Chavos stories.

We talked about poverty, street life, abandonment, abuse and neglect. We touched on drugs and bullying, then moved on to discuss creative writing and finally the determination we need in life to succeed. As I have learnt, ‘when the going gets tough, we simply have to get tougher.’ With the thoughts of Social Enterprise firmly implanted in their minds and the ‘Street Kid Code,’ (which can be found in the back of the first Chavos novel)  I left feeling tired but knowing and having the satisfaction that they were going to continue Chavosing…finishing off word searches, developing their own characters and building a story around those characters. Discussing social issues and what they could do themselves to improve life in their school or their local community, the kids were all inspired and challenged.

I am looking forward to reading some of the stories and getting the feedback from those teachers who asked me to keep in touch and re-visit in the New Year. So until I pick up some more schools in the city in February what are my plans?  Well hopefully some quiet time, lots of writing and much research needed for the third Chavos book. And most certainly a trip to Mexico.

 

Chat soon

Anna

 

 


London Schools

So here I am in London again. This seems to be becoming my second home these days.

Too busy to blog at the moment, just off to another school. Who is having the most fun, me or the kids? Uhm. I will give you a full update tomorrow on the train back to Yorkshire, if I don\'t fall asleep!

Anna


Busy in London

   I arrived in London a few days ago and feel as though I have been here for weeks. The visit began on Monday evening when I arrived to miserable weather but a vibrant busy city, as always. Quite frankly I have forgotten what I did on Monday evening but Tuesday I was out and about early and found myself mooching around Covent Garden. It is years since I wandered around the quaint little gift shops and enjoyed a coffee whilst listening to the operatic voice of one of the young students who desperately wanted to get noticed, and had aspirations for the West End. She was good but not as good as the Soprano who sang at the Chavos Ball last week. I would say that wouldn’t I?  Fortunately it was a quiet day unless I just dropped lucky and there was a lull between those pre- Christmas shoppers. Whatever, I didn’t have to queue nor wait for anything, though I only bought a few trinkets for my granddaughter. I spent a while chatting to the guy who wanted me to buy his last ‘Big Issue’ and then went in search of the most appropriate venues to launch my books in London in the New Year.

Wednesday saw me confined to my room…I really needed to finish that piece of writing. Then I was off for some fresh air and to stretch out those aching muscles, but soon hurtled back to the hotel when some irritating man- who was nothing other than kerb crawling- insisted on following me, and stopping me in my tracks 3 times.  Should I be flattered or insulted? Neither. He insisted I look Italian and wanted to show me his Armani collection of women’s clothes  which he thought I might like for a small favour. What Ho!  I grabbed on to the first fella walking towards me and smiling asked if he would kindly pretend he was meeting me and could I walk with him for a while. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. No actually he was very nice and we walked together in the direction of my hotel until I released him. Ha! Ha! Then the evening invitations came. Three invites and genuine invites they were too, but alas, all for the same evening. Typical and so frustrating, but I was already committed to my canapés and cocktails at the Ambassador’s residence.  I flagged down a London cabby and talked non-stop till he dropped me at my destination, asking why I was going to the Embassy, and was I famous? Bless!  After being greeted by the lovely Mrs Laura Medina-Mora, the Ambassador’s wife, I was thrilled to see some familiar faces. After the press had done their part we listened to both The Mexican Ambassador and the British Ambassador to Mexico, as they discussed various topics including the 2012 G20 Summit to be hosted by Mexico. Government policies on crime and the drugs war. Anglo-Mexican relations, Tourism and more. What an interesting evening and of course I met plenty of people I would like to keep in touch with, or invite to the next Chavos Ball! I don’t give in do I? And it has been noted by people other than myself that we need to do one in London.

O.K. so what next. I have just visited my first inner city London school and was thrilled because the Head-teacher and Year 6 teacher were very professional and welcoming. That comment suggests that not all schools are as good, doesn’t it? Uhm. I will say no more. Now I am waiting to meet a pal from Yorkshire who is down here on business and we are going to grab a quick bite at my favourite Mexican restaurant in Villiers Street. Lupita of course.  Then he is heading North and I will be following in his footsteps early tomorrow. Meanwhile tonight I want to do some more writing.  I am Chavosing as they say.

Chat soon.

Anna

 

 

 


Countdown or meltdown...not sure which!

This blog was meant to go on the website a couple of days before the Chavos ball and didn’t happen. With only a few hours to go my phone was constantly ringing with giddy people who just couldn’t wait for the ball.
Girls, girls, girls, just planning that special little number; the ball gown of course, not to mention new shoes, dolly bags, hair accessories, spray tans and more.
Then the guys who had said they were fed up of the rigger boots, jeans and uniforms and were actually looking forward to dusting off that dinner suit and sweeping the ladies off their feet.            Recently I had a quick meeting with the Lady Mayor of Wakefield who agreed to officially open the ball, even though the event was being held in Leeds. I was born and bred in the Wakefield district and my business has traded there for 24 years, so that sort of makes me a Wakey lass even though I have moved around the country in my younger days. Yes that makes me sound old doesn’t it but who cares what it says on the birth certificate. Age is a state of mind and some days I feel 35, others 110. Uhm! More often these days the latter.

So, I thought of all the girls who had been dashing around getting their nails done and spray tans? Whatever did we do before gel nails I wonder? As for me, I was dashing around making all those final adjustments and checking out dancers, musicians and florists.

So now it’s all over and I am on meltdown. Exhausted but exhilarated. Thinking of all those things that didn’t go quite according to plan, though I think only I noticed and I’m already planning the next one.

I am so privileged to have had such special guests which included – The Mexican Ambassador, His Excellency Eduardo Medina-Mora, The Lord Mayor of Leeds, Reverend Councillor Alan Taylor, The Right Worshipful The Mayor of the city of Wakefield Councillor Ros Lund and Consort Councillor Robert Appleyard and many more.
Performances by The Rory Ingham Quartet, The UK’s leading mariachi band – Mariachi Mexteca, The WYSPA Street Dancers and the soprano Suzi Saperia were fabulous.

Just need to tell you the funny little story about my 5 year old granddaughter, who was delighted when I told her that I was going to a ball but devastated when she found out she wasn’t invited. She then went on to admire my dress and whilst she thought it was the type of dress one of the Disney princesses would wear, she pondered and said “Nanny, do you think you’re too old to be a princess?” Aaaaawwwwww! Then seeing the disappointment on my face she came back and reiterated “Don’t worry nanny, it’s what’s inside that counts.” Through the mouths of babes!

So thank you to all those people who helped to make this a special occasion and to Lupitas for providing the salsa dips. Thanks to all those who voluntarily gave their time and helped with pre ball arrangements and clearing after the event.
I hope The WYSPA Street Dancers were successful as they auditioned for Britain’s Got Talent on Sunday afternoon.

I’m now planning to catch up with some paper work, do a little writing and looking forward to visiting some London schools next week.

I will post some pictures on my facebook fan page soon.

Anna


Esta Vida Loca

Esta Vida Loca!

--- That means this crazy life if you don’t know any Spanish or didn’t guess.

Eleven days to go to the Chavos Ball. Soooooo excited,  but in the past two weeks there have simply not been enough hours in the day.  I have visited several schools, done a mad dash to London with my little grand-daughter to celebrate her birthday. Done tons of stuff in the office and had a tooth out, which went wrong. Poor me. The result was stitches and obviously a sore mouth for days.  Awh…  I know you didn’t need to know that, but just thought I’d drop that one in for sympathy. Actually, I had a fab time in London with a two hour trip around the city on an open top turi bus. The weather was kind to us in spite of the fact that the night before it rained cats and dogs and we had to dry the seats on the bus before we could sit down.  Another Awh… and why do we say, rained cats and dogs? Uhm. Well we hopped off the bus at Buckingham Palace for a quick visit and then back on again to finish the tour. My little grand-daughter waited patiently watching the royal balcony and asked why the Queen didn’t come out. I explained that she only did so on special occasions such as weddings and birthdays, to which she waited even more patiently and exclaimed.                                                                                                                                                                       “ But it’s my birthday nanny.”  Awh!

So back to the ball. I wonder if any frogs will turn up? Will I will get to kiss one?  And of course he will suddenly be transformed into a Prince, wont he?  Whaaaat!  I thought everyone knew that story.  Ok so I\'m too old to be the belle of the ball but may be I will get to make a wish and be ten years younger. Blast. I knew I should have invited that guy. What’s his name? GOK?   Whatever, it’s going to be the best ball I’ve ever been to and you too if you’re going. If you read my last blog you will get an entertainment update.  Is this a ball or a show you might ask.  I think both actually.

I want to say a huge thank you…in advance… to all those people who are contributing their time and effort  FREE to make this an extra special event.  A big cheer to those who are travelling from North Yorkshire, London, Wales and even Sussex and beyond  to be with us. And to the many folk who are staying overnight anticipating one too many tequilas, no doubt.  I know the breakfast at the Queens is good. I tried it for you!                                                                              Thank you so much to people who have donated raffle and auction prizes and have given money to our proposed charity work, even though they are not coming to the ball. The money will be spent wisely, that I can promise you.

So, we are on count down. WYSPA  Street Dancers  are rehearsing furiously. The musicians are off the alcohol and our soprano is drinking lots of water. As for me, I should stop eating chocolate if I want to squeeze into that ball gown and I really should do something with my hair!

See you at the ball.

 

Anna xx

 


Esta Vida Loca!

Esta Vida Loca!

--- That means this crazy life if you don’t know any Spanish or didn’t guess that one.

Eleven days to go to the Chavos Ball. Soooooo excited, but in the past two weeks there have simply not been enough hours in the day.  I have visited several schools, done a mad dash to London with my little grand-daughter to celebrate her birthday. Done tons of stuff in the office and had a tooth out, which went wrong. Poor me! The result was stitches and obviously a sore mouth for days.
Awh…  I know you didn’t need to know that, but just thought I’d drop that one in for sympathy.                                                                                                                                  
Actually, I had a fab time in London with a two hour trip around the city on an open top turi bus. The weather was kind to us in spite of the fact that the night before it rained cats and dogs and we had to dry the seats on the bus before we could sit down. Another Awh… and why do we say rained cats and dogs? Uhm. Well we hopped off the bus at Buckingham Palace for a quick visit and then back on again to finish the tour. My little grand-daughter waited patiently watching the royal balcony and asked why the Queen didn’t come out. I explained that she only did so on special occasions such as weddings and birthdays, to which she waited even more patiently and exclaimed. “But it’s my birthday nanny.” Awh!

So back to the ball. I wonder if any frogs will turn up. Will I get to kiss one and of course will he suddenly be transformed into a Prince?  Whaaat! I thought everyone knew that story. OK so I’m too old to be belle of the ball, but maybe I will get to make a wish and be ten years younger. Blast. I knew I should have invited that guy. What’s his name? GOK?   Whatever it’s going to be the best ball I’ve ever been to, and you too if you’re going.  If you read my last blog you will get an entertainment update.  Is this a ball or a show you might ask?  I think both actually.

I want to say a huge thank you…in advance… to all those people who are contributing their time and efforts FREE to make this an extra special event.  A big cheer to those who are travelling from North Yorkshire, London, Wales and even Sussex and beyond to be with us, and to the many folk who are staying overnight anticipating one too many tequilas, no doubt.  I know the breakfast at the Queens Hotel is good. I tried it for you!                                                                                                                              
Thank you so much to people who have donated raffle and auction prizes and have given money to our proposed charity work, even though they are not coming to the ball. The money will be spent wisely, that I can promise you.

So, we are on count down. WYSPA Street Dancers are rehearsing furiously. The musicians are off the alcohol and our soprano is drinking lots of water. As for me, I should stop eating chocolate if I want to squeeze into that ball gown and I really should do something with my hair!

See you at the ball.

 

Anna xx

 


Chavos Ball

Chavos Ball

 

Here’s an entertainment update for the Chavos Ball.

Only 28 days to go…

During a drinks reception guests will be entertained by the RORY INGHAM QUARTET and serenaded afterwards by Rory on trombone and Dominic on violin until Mariachi Mexteca, the UK’s leading Mariachi band, based in London make the first of their two appearances of the night. Later in the evening the Mariachis will take requests and I have already booked my slot when I have asked Salvador Hernandez to sing something which he wrote for his father several years ago. It is breathtaking. I’ll just have to dedicate it to my father on the night, who will be there enjoying a tequila.

There will be a special guest appearance by dancers from the Yorkshire School of Performing Arts, known as the WYSPA Street Dancers, who won the Britain does variety 2011 competition and will be performing their winning dance at the 02 Arena in London next Spring. What is so exciting is that the kids will perform that same dance at the Chavos Ball on the 29th October for our guests. How awesome is that?

And before the dance floor opens, last but certainly not least. Suzi Saperia, Soprano from the Guildhall School of Music and Dance London, will grace us with her presence and sing 2 pieces which I have already heard her sing and quite frankly give me goose bumps. The Laughing Song from DIE FLEDERMAUS by R. Strauss and THE PRAYER by Foster/Sager.

 

Don’t miss the Chavos Ball . There are a few  tickets left.

I will post the programme of events in a few days.

 

Anna x

 


Food glorious food

So what’s Anna up to now?

I have been to London again; this is becoming a regular thing. Found a brilliant, not too expensive place to stay near Marble Arch and it’s so convenient for most of the places that I need to go. The weather is just perfect this week and I could be fooled into thinking its June, not the end of September. Yesterday I met The Director of Latin American Field Programmes from Casa Alianza, and whilst we enjoyed some Mexican food – there I go, eating again – we were able to chat about projects past and present. Hopefully as that relationship is now established and being able to put a face to those emails, we will be able to work together fruitfully in the future. One thing that I must do is organise some street visits with the Casa Alianza Mexico team, next time I am there. Before Christmas hopefully!
Later I had a meeting with the lovely Mexican chefs Angeles Ayala, Marco  Cuervo, his partner Kent Bowen and the owner of Lupitas Rafael Mondragon in Villiers Street, London.  I sampled their new, yet to be introduced menu. A selection of delicious tacos; - corn tortilla topped with a scrumptious filling, slow roasted pork and shrimps, and cheese with a secret chipoltle sauce. I will most definitely be going back to sample more.

I need to spend a few days putting the finishing touches to Chavos 2 before it goes to print and then next week we celebrate ‘children’s book week,’ so I am out and about visiting schools again.
Hopefully if this nice weather continues I will be out walking early every morning with my new puppies Butler and Gracie. Just adorable they are. Awh! And I just realised one of the things on my bucket list for 2011 was to get a puppy. What did I do?  Adopted 2!

Making a bucket list every year is quite a fun thing to do. Preferable to those lists of New Year resolutions that we always break. Well I do!  So now might be the time to check what else is left on that list because the year is nearly out again.

Ah Ha! One thing was to attend a ball and dance with someone special. Well I never. Seems like that may just get crossed off too!

Luv & Stuff.

Anna


Sleepy head

Someone has just told me about Books at bedtime on Radio 4. Does anyone actually stay awake long enough to read in bed? I tried it a few times but as soon as my body realises it is in bed and especially when my head touches a pillow, I’m gone. Sleeping was never one of my problems. I have just got back from a lovely secret retreat which I certainly intend to visit more often but laughed when a work colleague asked where it was. Then it wouldn’t be a secret would it? Seems I just need to get away more and more these days even if only for a few hours to THINK.  Life has become crazier than ever.

So today I am speaking at Ossett Rotary Club. That makes a change from school visits, though they do say that every grown man is a little boy at heart.

Next week sees another visit to London and after my meetings, Mestizo’s hopefully. They have promised to give me a raffle prize for the Chavos Ball, so no getting out of that one now that I have put it in print. Ha! Ha!

Plans for the Chavos Ball are going well but still some tickets left if you haven’t got yours yet.  Whatever will I do when this ball is over?  Sleep, no doubt!

Wow! Just a thought - I wonder if my prince will be there.

 

Anna

 


On the move

How quickly time passes, not blogged since the 25th August! So what exciting things have I been doing since then?
I spent 6 days basking in the Spanish sunshine, enjoying a much needed rest, though I was half way up a mountain in the middle of nowhere. Then had a mad dash to London to a fabulous food tasting event at Canning House. Mexican chef- Angeles Ayala excelled and produced some superb tasters. A margarita cocktail with a difference, crab and prawn ceviche, nopalitos salad with salsa Mexicana were just 3 of the culinary delights.
I had the pleasure of meeting many interesting people including the author of the recently published book – The Mango Orchard. Robin Bayley, researched his great-grandfather’s footsteps which took him on a Mexican adventure in search of the mango orchard. Robin’s website is
www.themangoorchard.com should you wish to find out more. I will certainly be reading it as soon as possible.
I also found time to meet my great Mexican friend Salvador Jimenez Hernandez to talk about the music for the ball. www.mariachimexteca.com
I’m now back in Yorkshire, work, work, work, not enough hours in the day! Only 7 weeks to the ball and lots to do.

So I invite you to join me at the first annual Chavos Ball, sponsored by Sharon House Publishing Ltd, in aid of R.C.C. International - Raising funds for street children in the UK and overseas.
On 29th October 2011, the venue, The Queens Hotel, at the heart of city square in Leeds will host this black tie ball with a Mexican flavour. A spectacular event for you and your guests:- including a drinks reception with entertainment before entering the ballroom for a sumptuous four course meal. Whilst dining you will be a serenaded by the UK’s leading mariachi band – Mariachi Mexteca and before taking to the dance floor there will be a charity auction/raffle and other surprises.
A night you don’t want to miss!
Tickets cost £60 each and with limited availability for tables, book early to avoid disappointment.
Please call Sharon House Publishing on 01924 279966 or email your name and contact details to
julie.sambrook@sharonhousepublishing.com for further information or to purchase tickets.

 


¡Conocerlo es amarlo!

¡Conocerlo es amarlo!  ( transalated: knowing it, is loving it! )

I finished my last blog with the question; do I really want to go back to Mexico? And the answer is most certainly yes! I can’t wait.
Yeah there’s a lot of bad publicity at the moment, especially relating to the drugs and this country certainly has its problems, but then which one doesn’t?
I have visited Mexico City many times and always felt quite safe, but as a tourist in any major city of the world, you would obviously have to be street wise and take sensible precautions.
Don’t take a local unmarked taxi, take one of the registered taxis for example, and don’t go wandering down lonely back streets on your own and of course dress appropriately. Girls you don’t need a large handbag for all those so called essentials, put your lippy in your pocket and take a small shoulder bag.  Unlike me who went with my humanitarian hat on and wandered all over! I suggest you book a planned and organised holiday or at least take trips with somebody like the Mexican Tourist Board. Discover the beauties of Mexico and find out why I could happily live there. Have you ever tasted REAL Mexican food? Absolutely delicious! The flavours, the colours and the presentation lead me to realise how boring our food is. There is nothing more fabulous than to be serenaded by a mariachi band whilst sipping a margarita or downing a shot of tequila.
Some of the best things to see and do in Mexico are within a day’s travel of the capital. Many of them, such as the ancient city of Teotihuacán or the picturesque town of Tepoztlán, can easily be visited as day trips. Other destinations, such as the colonial cities of Puebla and Taxco, are a bit farther away and have so many attractions that you should plan to spend at least one night.
I have yet to visit Oaxaca-which is next on my list, and I will let you into a secret. Dolita, the main protagonist in the Chavos series takes a trip to Oaxaca in book 3. Puerto Vallarta and Vera Cruz and many of the other places in Mexico which I know offer such beauty and culture of their own are on my to do list.
Mexican culture and customs are fascinating, a reflection of the complexity of the country’s history. And finally, I must get back to Guadalajara, Jalisco soon. It is the second largest city in Mexico. So worth a visit. Actually it is the birth place of tequila, mariachi and charros or Mexican cowboys.  Finally, I long to see my Mexican friends who live in both Guadalajara and Mexico City.

Mexico is worth a visit so find out more.

www.antor.com

www.visitmexico.com

 

Anna x


A night in front of the telly

A night in front of the Telly

What’s going on? I was so disappointed to watch Dragon’s Den last night when no one wanted to invest in Marcela Flores Newburn and her Tamales business- Rico Mexican Kitchen- as she pitched for funding. In my opinion she gave an excellent presentation, backed up by the appearance of Mariachi Mexteca, the UK’s leading Mariachi band, who are actually the very people who will be serenading guests at the first annual Chavos Masquerade Ball in Leeds on 29th October 2011. Obviously a decision as to whether to back a business is based on far more than a good and innovative presentation and our Dragons do know what they are doing. Don’t they? Personally I think Mexican food is going to be big in the UK over the next few years. Thinking of dining out, we’ve had Chinese, Indian, and Italian in abundance.  Spanish tapas bars dotted around. Now it’s time for something different – real Mexican food please! We need more authentic restaurants please. I wonder if the owners of Mestizo, Hampstead Road, London NW1 would consider opening another restaurant in or around Leeds?  Pleeeeaaaase!

Recently we’ve had the channel 5 series Mexican food made simple and I still need to watch the rest of those episodes, though they are moving up on my list of “waiting to view recordings.” Whatever did I do before Sky +?

Later, I went on to watch a repeat of EastEnders tough guy Grant Mitchell, turned reporter Ross Kemp on gangs. What an eye opener. Needless to say, what an amazing series that has been and it did very deservingly win a BAFTA Award in 2007. Then, a glass of milk, most boring! Would have preferred a nice glass of red but the wine rack was empty. Can’t believe it! Shame I didn’t have in one of Marcela’s juices. Then I watched the TV investigator, Donald McIntyre, who just so happened to be filming on kidnapping and street violence in Mexico City-The World’s Toughest Towns series.

Yes unfortunately, it’s true. Everybody knows somebody who has been kidnapped in Mexico City, whether it is for 700 or 70,000 dollars!

Uhm, food for thought. Do I really want to go back to Mexico City soon?

On a cheerier note. I have got my ball gown!  10 weeks to go.

And, Buena Suerte para el futuro Marcela.

 

Anna


Madness

Thank goodness last week’s madness on the city streets came to an end. Peace restored and over three thousand young people being rushed through the courts. What I don’t understand are the inconsistencies between sentencing in different parts of the country. A young woman with sixty previous charges for theft does not go to prison! Uhm. What happened there? Nevertheless I do agree that our judges overall are well able to make these decisions and the politicians should “butt out” and let them get on with it. Are they being too excessive in some areas is the question asked. I think not. If people see that we, as a nation are not willing to tolerate such horrendous behaviour, and they don’t like the consequences, then they will think twice before running riot again. We have been too soft in this country for too long, and need to toughen up. Where do we begin is the leading question? Well, certainly there needs to be changes within our schools. My generation listened to their teachers. We didn’t always like them, but we respected their position and authority and we did as we were told. We seem to be breeding a generation of kids who tell the adults what to do, and the adults let them get away with it. Drrrrr!
Sadly, lots of people are now trying to rebuild their lives. Some will never recover, especially those who are grieving for deceased loved ones.

So there’s a bit of madness around me at the moment. Two adorable little puppies who haven’t realised yet where they’re supposed to poo! Just moved into a new home. My home! I’m going through tons of baby wipes and carpet cleaner at the moment but they are just so adorable. Looking forward to the day when they can go out and I will have no excuse to get my but out of bed and take that early morning walk. There is something rather special about early morning, a time to reflect and plan for the forthcoming days ahead; whilst most of the neighbourhood sleeps on. So Butler and Gracie, welcome to the McKann household, and I will buy you your own shoes so you don’t have to chew mine! Thankfully I have a good support network and plenty of willing friends and relatives who want to take care of these delightful little bundles when I am away.
Speaking of which….Mexico is calling. Must sort out a flight soon, though I think a trip to Spain and a few quick dashes to London will have to take priority. Then of course it’s the Chavos Ball. Sooooo excited!  It’s going to be spectacular, so if you haven’t got your tickets yet, better do so soon before it’s too late.

I will put a picture of Butler and Gracie on my facebook fan page, so if anyone wants to give me any puppy tips. Feel free.

Luv & Stuff

Anna x

 


London Riots

London Riots

Just returned from a couple of days in London and was I glad when that train slowly made it’s departure from Kings Cross. My heart goes out to all those people who have business interests and live in these troubled areas. How frightening this must be! On a practical level what are we doing? Are we waiting for this to happen again tonight and talk some more? This situation is clearly escalating and will continue to do so until we get a grip.

Are we going to allow youths, and in some instances young kids, to destroy our cities and endanger lives? Clearly yes! Too much talking and not enough action seems to be the format these days. The weak stand and the political correctness that we take in this country drives me nuts. What happened to our once proud to be British community? And who are these fools interviewed on BBC morning TV who seem to think we should talk more and look at the underlying causes for this disorder? Isn’t that a bit like trying to catch the horse after the horse has bolted. Who left the door open? Order should have been maintained much sooner than this, and personally I would have brought in the water cannons and imposed a curfew hours ago. These kids clearly believe they can get away with this behaviour-thus the escalation. More robust action from the police is required. Put fear into these youths and stop this NOW because I know that if we don’t take back control quickly, human nature as it is, these thugs will run rampant all the more and then who will be fearful?

Anna

 

 


Chavos Ball

Chavos Ball

Today someone in the office told me how many weeks it was to Christmas. I don\'t even want to think about it. Far too many things to do before then. Besides, I have just realised it is 12 weeks to the Chavos Ball. What happened? Last time I looked it was 16 weeks. Today all the musicians confirmed. Sooooo exciting! We have the 7 Mariachis coming up from London. www.mariachimexteca.com. Some very talented young musicians from the National Youth Orchestra and Wakefield Jazz Club. We also have some young people from Stage 84 School of Performing Arts who intend to surprise you on the night and other things yet to be announced. 

This is going to be a prestigious black tie ball, which whilst raising money for street kids in the UK and overseas will certainly be a night to remember. The venue, The Queens Hotel in Leeds is also offering reduced room rates for those attending the ball who wish to stay over. So girls, now we have the insentive to shed those extra pounds and get into that ball gown. As for me, I just so happen to be in London again this weekend so I\'m going to look around for something special.

Contact julie.sambrook@sharonhousepublishing.com if you haven\'t purchased your tickets yet.

Luv & Stuff

Anna

 


Going South

Just returned from a few days in London.
The weather was absolutely fab, and although I was tempted to get on one of those famous London open top buses, sit upstairs and take a trip down memory lane, I quite simply didn’t have time. Yeah. I used to live in the city many years ago, in fact driving around, dodging and weaving in and out of those famous London cabs was something that I did with ease. Don’t think I’d like to brave that today as London is far, far, busier than ever it was. I’ve even heard people complain about the fumes on a bad day. At this rate we’ll soon be catching up Mexico City for pollution levels.  Oops! You know I love Mexico.
Thinking of Mexico, I’ve been in the company of quite a lot of Mexicans these last few days. A visit to Canning House in Belgravia square; in actual fact two visits to Canning House. On one occasion I enjoyed an evening of music with singer song writer Clara Sanabras and Israeli lutenist Yair Avidor. What an awesome evening that was.
I later fulfilled one of my ambitions and finally went to the Mexican restaurant Mestizo’s and had some “real”  Mexican food whilst chatting to one of the UK’s leading Mariachis, Salvador Jimenez Hernandez, www.mariachimexteca, who I’m pleased to announce  will be working with me on several projects  over the next couple of years.  I’m also looking forward to welcoming him and his band as they entertain us at the Chavos Ball in Leeds on the 29th October this year.
So in the last few days I have met many colourful characters; writers, musicians, businessmen and women to mention but a few. I finished off my trip with a delicious Margarita cocktail. If you’ve never tried one then you simply must sample that delicious tequila, mixed with orange flavoured liqueur and lime, shaken with ice and sipped through a decorative glass with salt around the rim. Mexican food and drink is always colourful and well presented, but if you try it, go easy on the mole sauce! I remember that time in Mexico City when I had my first chicken dish with mole followed by mango ice cream. Ergh! Not a good combination for a delicate English stomach.

Catch up soon.

Anna.


Just a thought!