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#3000chairs Stand Up for the child refugees of Syria

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Blogizing attempt of an 'empty chair'

Jackie Morris, an artist and writer has started a campaign on twitter #3000chairs based upon this story of a Syrian child refugee: one day a child refugee visited a local school to join in a lesson, the teacher told the child he could not stay as there was no chair for them to sit. The next day the child returned with a broken chair and asked “can I stay now”.

These children have been torn away from their families, whilst having to leave their own country due to war. I feel ashamed that our government voted against taking these child refugees. If they have no parents then who will care for them? It does not matter where these children are from….they are our children. We have one world…and we are all the same. Human beings! STAND UP and join in this awareness raising campaign #3000chairs. Draw or paint your own, or share the story or write a letter to your MP…whatever you choose let’s make a difference to our children’s future.

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The day the war came

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Finding my soulmate, my twin flame

I NEVER KNEW HE WAS MISSING FROM MY LIFE, UNTIL I FOUND HIM

Our eyes met across the dance floor, I smiled at him and shyly looked away.  I looked back and he was smiling at me again.  I could feel the excitement building in my body. He moved nearer  to where I was and began to dance next to me.  I could feel the tension, the anticipation of what could be.  Whilst he danced his hand brushed past mine, sending an electric shock down my arm. My heart jumped, my stomach lurched, my body tingled.  I glanced sideways and again was met with a gaze from his beautiful brown eyes.  To me he was picture perfect, and had an air of shyness about him which made him more attractive.  As I looked at him and I smiled again, without saying a word, he leaned towards me.  He softly took a hold of my hand.  He lightly brushed my lips with his, he pulled away and we stared into each others eyes.  He moved towards me again for another kiss, this time more intense and urgent.  I closed my eyes and it was as if time stood still, I did not care who saw us, nor did it matter. I had found him. My twin flame.

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REVIEW: The Secret ‘Illustrious Society’

The Illustrious Society, 3 May 2014 9pm-4am Secret Location, West Yorkshire

In a small Yorkshire town, hidden in the depths of an old industrial mill is a best kept secret. A party held once a month, showcasing the best DJ’s holding an intimate event of approximately 200 people.  What is also special about this place is the unusual decor, it resembles a small boutique indoor festival. The strangest, yet most amusing entrance to a room has to be a foam vagina, once you climb through you enter a chilled out area with floor cushions to get make yourself comfortable. Laser lights dance off the faces of the party goers, and as I look up I see handbags suspended from the ceiling. The main dance area is a large room with plenty of space to dance around and an extended bar area to the bar with a somewhat Caribbean feel serving a limited selection of cocktails as well as spirits, beers and cider. Perhaps the most interesting room of all, which houses the more chilled out of the dj’s, is home to an enormous dining table, set with plates, cutlery and flower arrangements aptly named The Board Room. The dj is in the middle of the table and chairs offer seating to those that need a break from the dancing or somewhere to roll a cigarette.

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This room is also where the activities take place.  At this Illustrious, which was the second one, there was a pass the parcel and archery.  The first Illustrious had a coconut shy! Prizes for the pass the parcel were somewhat unusual, only adding to the humour and included a bottle of amaretto, a gay porn book, a bag of rice and for the winner a fresh trout….yes you did read that correctly! It is a well kept secret, with invitation only, hence the name. All attendees had made an amazing effort with their steam punk and tweed outfits, knowing full well the policy of ‘no effort, no entry’. These clubbers were a grand set of people, full of fun without the knob-headed-ness you normally get. It was also noticeable that although some were locals, there were people who had come from Harrogate and over the border of Lancashire from Burnley and Manchester and even the Lakes.

You could almost be mistaken to think you were entering an awards ceremony as you approached the door of the venue.  After walking under a huge stone archway into the mill complex you then walked up a red carpet, with real fire lamps at either side.  Attention to detail is everything here, even down to the tickets, made from wood!  I have to mention that the security staff were also great, there to keep you feeling safe (not that you felt unsafe in any way) but in no way intrusive or threatening.

If I had to be picky, the only down side to this venue is the portaloos.  Although I guess it did give the clientele an opportunity for a cigarette whilst they waited….however, if it was raining I do not think everyone would have been as happy to do this.  Some of the attendees wore huge dresses and corsets to fit in with the theme and I can only imagine they struggled with the limited space within a portaloo!  However, if this is the only downside then heck! they are doing well.

Dj’s on the night included: Frank Lawson https://soundcloud.com/ralphlawson , Gemma Furbank https://soundcloud.com/gemma-furbank , Simon Dean, Richard Fowler in the main room.  The Board Room was hosted by The Vinyl Miners and DJ’s included Bodie, Kenny, Red Tin Dave, Banana Dave 

Here is what one DJ, Gemma Furbank had to say: “Honestly, had such a top night! The Steam Punk was top notch, wicked venue, wicked set of DJs, awesome atmosphere and crowd!  x”

The organisers responsible for Illustrious, I have been told, are taking a break now for the festival season….but will be back in August. Let’s hope they are, as it would be a shame to lose a gem such as this! B signoff