The Foundling Issue 1

A Letter From the Breaditor - Annalice Creighton

Friendship is Like Bread- Enjoy Daily! – Paul Brown Googlegrams Annalice and Lizzie Creighton Your World

Life Lessons- Sally Conwell My Daily Bread- Dave SeetoEarly Risers –Dave BakunowiczFollowing the Breadcrumbs – Kate Gordon

The Lure of the Local

Sutherland Library Annalice Creighton

Not Long Stories

A Smile and a Sandwich– Emma Deacon

The Travel Bug

Apology to a Tuk Tuk driver- Lizzie Creighton

Have a Lovely Crafternoon

4 Things You Never Thought You Could Do With Bread Bags– Annalice Creighton

Advertisement- Foundling loafers – Drew Meier

The Novelty Niche

Breadoku- Adam BlackhallFind a Bread - Kate GordonBread Crossword

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Bread might seem a peculiar place to start a publication that looks at culture, everyday experience and the big picture of our meandering human race. But then again, it’s not really. Bread is sustenance, life, the difference between famine or fullness, revolution or peace, the functional and the beautiful. It is the ultimate example of a utilitarian substance that holds within it symbolic associations to both ordinary experience and extraordinary history. To the scientist, mouldy bread gave birth to penicillin and breakthroughs in modern medicine. To the Russian peasant the want for bread was an injustice that spurred revolution. To Marie Antionette, the ignorance of people’s hunger cry for bread was a death sentence. In fact, to those masses who live in the grip of poverty, bread is the most important commodity. The Western world has felt a tiny pinch of this experience during financial crises, the idea of which always conjures in my mind the silver gelatin photograph by Dorothea Lange of that tired eyed man in the “White Angel Bread Line”. This, you are thinking, is perhaps an altogether too serious and solemn idea to begin with. To which we answer, but wait, there’s more. Bread has far more to bring to the table- the everyday ritual, a bun in the oven- promises new life, fairy bread takes us back to childhood parties and frivolous abominations of food by candy culture, tea with jam and bread- the delightful moments of musicals, the bread of life is Jesus, the nourishment for our souls, the best thing since sliced bread- well, everyone loves a good saying and we will be bringing you a wiki-style etymology of this one. Bread it seems can also be a gift to another- a talent,

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a resource or finance “ cast upon the waters”, it can likewise be a craft-substance for afternoon delights and hands on fun. Both meaningful and meandering, The FOUNDling brings fresh slices of everyday life and artistic expression in the hope that this might brighten your day, enlarge your world, and inspire your inner artist. Perhaps these pages might start a conversation, or bring hopeful distractions to one that’s getting awkward. Or maybe your pen is itching to make its mark in hard-copy, in which case, we hope to see your submissions in the next issue. The FOUNDling is about the worlds, works and words of you, the readers and contributors. In the words of the delightful 70s soft rock band Bread,“we want to make it with you” yes “we really think that we could make it good”. So its back to the kitchen, warm wafts of dough-scented air are piping out of the oven doors, the delicate chimes of the timer are singing …this issue is baked to perfection. Have your butter knives at the ready!

A Letter From The BreaditorJohn: Dont worry Mary. I know things are hard now but we’ll make it in the end.Mary: But how, John? Whos going to save us? John: Not who, Mary, what. The bread will save us, the bread.Our Daily Bread (1934)

Friendship Is Like Bread - Enjoy Daily!Artwork by Paul Brown

Quotes Of The Day

Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.John 6:35

“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.”Mahatma Gandhi

“When we cast our bread upon the waters, we can presume that someone downstream whose face we will never know will benefit from our action, as we who are downstream from another will profit from that grantor’s gift” Maya Angelo

Wiki-words: an etymology of popular phrases:

“The best thing since sliced bread”

Sliced bread was invented in the late 1920s and officially released in 1933 by US company Wonder Bread. Wonder Bread was a relatively new company at the time, its name and packaging inspired by the “wonder” vice president Elmer Cline felt while watching a hot-air balloon race. You might think that a product combining balloons, bread and a sense of wonder couldn’t get any better. And then there was sliced wonder bread! The revolutionary invention of a pre-sliced loaf, while at first seen as suspicious, became vastly popular with consumers, as reflected by the phrase “the best thing since sliced bread”.

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The self made Wunderkammer

Lisa Congdon is a collector. She is also a self-taught artist, designer and illustrator based in San Francisco. Her latest project, a collection a day has her finding, photographing, painting or drawing and displaying a collection every day for 365 days. Trawling this lush inventory of everyday findings and vintage collectables our favourite was (of course) day 107, beautiful bread tags (pictured). You can find her project at: http://collectionaday2010.blogspot.com/

The Sound of Bread

There are so many things I like about this band, and perhaps even more so, this cover that says it all. A respectable show of windswept tousled hair, a nod to handlebar moustache’s, mellow tones of fawn and pastel pencil line effects, unoffensive tight lipped smiles, and come hither stares. This California based folk –rock band penned the infamous ballads Make It With You and Everything I Own, described as “disarmingly mellow yet lyrically heartbreaking”. And the name? Rumour has it they were out to lunch one day and saw a bread truck drive by….and the rest is history.

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Literary larks

Hansel and Gretel left a trail of breadcrumbs that lead them safely back home, the gingerbread man escaped from the oven to be pursued into the mouth of a fox, and then there was the tale of the nose found in a loaf of bread. Not so much a fairytale but one of the most amusing ( and short) masterpieces of Russian literature Nikolai Gogol’s The Nose...

One morning the local barber Ivan (he’s Russian so of course) who lives in a rather hard to spell (so we won’t bother with that) part of St Petersburg wakes up to his usual morning breakfast. However upon breaking open his bread roll he makes a bewildering discovery , there baked right into it is - A nose! He recognises it as belonging to one of his regular clients.Unable to explain how it got there short of his own foul play, and in the face of his wife’s accussations that he must have cut it off(although he can’t recall this) he sets about trying to dispose of the nose. Meanwhile across town Collegiate Assessor KOVALEV(not sure what exactly the title means but it is mighty impressive sounding - maybe you should try adding it to your own name some time for a bit of pizzazz next time your ordering at Gloria Jeans)...anyway so Kovalov wakes up to find that his nose is indeed missing. He embarks on a mission to hunt down his nose with comical results. A short story not to be sniffed at.

Animations on Toast

From the band that brought you the toe-tapping-dance on treadmills sensation- here it goes again. Last Leaf , OK-GO’s latest music video is hands down the best hand-drawn toast animation we’ve ever seen. Created by Geoff McFetridge from Champion Graphics in collaboration with Samsungs NX100 Create Your World Campaign.

You can create you own toast-ilicious artwork on the Samsung website.

Initiatives

For want of Bread: The Global Food Crisis and BioFuels

So you’ve all heard of climate change, renewable energy and the inconvenient truth. And maybe we knew that there was a global food crisis in 2008 that was supposed to be bad again this year. Particularly bad for the underdeveloped nations of the tri-continental (the Third World that is). But perhaps you hadn’t made a link between the two. Bio-fuels (like the ethanol in that E10 you just pumped into the car, appreciating how it was 20c cheaper than the other petrol options) are part of the solution to climate change and the destructive effects of fossil fuels. Created from renewable sources like food crops (sugar cane, maize etc.) they theoretically create “clean” energy. They also consume large amounts of land and leave huge amounts of unusable waste material in their production. They trap poor farmers in subsistence economies and create resource bondage. 232 kilograms of corn is needed to fill a 50-litre car tank with ethanol — enough to feed a child for a year. In agricultural economies (many of which are in Africa, Asia and South America) land is given over to create fuels to meet the “sustainability goals” of richer nations which could otherwise be used for food crops. Thousands of farmers in places like Uganda have exchanged growing food for their family for growing fuel crops in anticipation of getting more money. Government initiatives to fuel the nation’s vehicles on bio diesel have encouraged this move. Meanwhile shortages in the production of staple foods means their money will buy them less. While the UN cited the production of bio-fuels as a key cause of the 2008 crisis nothing has been done to halt their production and developed nations are increasingly relying upon these as the solution to their efforts to combat climate change. Since 2008 another 100 million people globally were pushed into poverty and food insecurity, meaning that 1 in 6 people in the world are now hungry. If all biofuel targets are met food prices could rise by as much as 76% by 2020 pushing still more people into food insecurity.Find out more at www.bbcnews.co.uk

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Russel: Perhaps I can share a few specific mini-lectures my brain and I engaged in today: three consecutive games of Monopoly will absolutely and irrevocably tear families apart, especially when I win every time through no fault of my own except the possession of some God-given luck (to be sure!). Secondly, I learned that those super kawaii trinket shops that you visit whilst on holidays are mind-numbingly boring. Who are these people who decide that pellucid soaps filled with plastic spiders are a marketable idea? Come to think of it, would an orange and olive scarf look good on ANYBODY? Why would you buy a porcelain apple for fifty-six dollars? You could just paper-mache a real one. Today, I hereby dismiss my habits of consumerism (and like all real social movements that automatically means I HATE consumers. Soz gUyZ. It’s the rules.). In fact, social norms in general bore/frighten me. I can say that, because I’m still a teenager for the next two months. So for now I’m just going to chase music and maybe ask it to marry me.

Sasha: life toady taught me that if you add to much salt to porridge it doesn’t help if you add more oats, best to just throw it out...

Peter: Today I learnt that there can be horrific consequences to eating three day old pizza.Jo: I learnt that if you forget to put the handbrake on while looking for a lost parking ticket, in the middle of a busy airport carpark, you WILL roll forward and crash.

Alexa: Today’s life lesson: handmade teapot cozy’s cost $9, whereas mass produced teapot cozy’s sold in stores cost $25.

MyLinh: Today I have learnt a secret. But I can’t tell you what it is.

Sam: I learnt that : Every seven to ten years every cell in your body is gradually replaced and you are an entirely new person. On Good Friday 1930 absolutely nothing happened and the BBC was forced to broadcast 30 minutes of music instead of the news. And, Three people were actually seriously injured by tea cosies in 1993.

Joe: I learnt today that if a bomb goes off in a cave, it is far far louder than on open ground. I knew this already but I did not know how extreme it was. True story.

By Sally Conwell

Life Lessons

From Top Left:

MyLinh, Joe, Sasha Sam, Russel, Alexa Jo, Peter

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The Good

There is a strange phenomenon that tends to defy biochemical logic. Specifically, it’s when you wake up early, not due to working necessity, but rather to partake in some form of predetermined leisure or pleasurable activity. In Aussie culture this can be surfing, jogging, or- if you’re in the right season and location- snowboarding! This recreation is not the kind where you attempt to kill two birds with one stone: burn a couple

Waking up early is an evocative subject. Think about it, whether you wake up for work, leisure or otherwise- essentially you are jolting your body out of a natural pattern of recovery and regeneration. So you’d best be doing it for a good reason. For simplicity, let’s divide this into three broad categories: the good, the bad, and the ridiculous!

Early RiserBy Dave Backunowicz

hundred calories as you brave the cold morning air when you’d rather be warm under the covers. That reluctant calorie-imbued ‘discipline’ should not be in the recreation category- unless of course your body has some endorphin-laden positive predisposition towards, otherwise painful, exercise. The test is this: if you’re thinking of that extra chocolate muffin you can indulge in with your morning latte due to your morning cal-burn, you’re probably not walking for recreation as such. What I’m proposing is the excitement-fuelled waking when the cold and heavy eyes become a distant backseat to that pristine, glassy 3ft wave that you will be sliding down as soon as practically possible. I’m referring to smiling as no-one watches as you anticipate the chillingly fresh mountain air, covered in heavenly, velvet white powder. Where you take a moment to wonder how the sun exudes such vibrant, scintillating brushstrokes that beam through the low hovering clouds to paint an Eden-like sunrise, one that man, woman and the snake would gasp at.

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My Daily Bread?

This morning I awoke in a panic. Not for a real life emergency but rather a dream induced crisis. So now my body is stressed with adrenaline instead being well rested and it’s not the first time. So to what do I owe this state of hypothetical crisis and physical wear? STUFF. I have too much. I don’t do simple. I’ve got so much stuff that I can’t remember where I leave things. As I write this on one of the three screens on my desk within reach are: four mobile phones and five tennis racquets. I won’t count the music devices and cameras! Last week I left my headphones in my dad’s car but had a choice of two other Bluetooth headsets until he gave them back. I was wondering where they were but I hadn’t looked too hard as I knew they would turn up sooner or later. I once lost (temporarily misplaced) an expensive set of noise canceling headphones that I needed to take on a flight so I took a noise canceling MP3 player instead. I’m surrounded. The dream reflected my real life dilemma. Returning from a trip I realized I’d left behind bags with expensive ‘stuff ’ in it and it stressed me out! My cluttered life was now crowding my sleep! “Give us this day our daily bread.” God grant me the grace to get back to this way of life. When the Israelites wandered in the desert, God provided mana from heaven on a daily basis. They were instructed to take no more than they

needed for a day because they were to trust in God’s provision for the next day. If they did take more it spoiled and couldn’t be eaten the next day anyway. No matter how much things change our human nature stays the same. We hear the parable of the rich man who built bigger barns to store his wealth and think it doesn’t apply because, “I’m not that rich (yet)” and we go on collecting STUFF. “Oh, it’s not that expensive.” “It’s a blessing from God.” I’ve found myself rationalizing. But the STUFF isn’t evil. It’s my heart and attitude to my Heavenly Father that’s the problem. I’ve allowed physical bread to replace spiritual bread, the shadow to replace the ultimate reality. I recently read the story of two boys adopted from a Russian orphanage. In the orphanage they were malnourished and neglected, often left in their own waste. As the new father took them away they cried and longingly looked back to the only home they had known. Their dad tried to comfort them by telling them he was taking them to a much better place but they didn’t understand and couldn’t know about their new home in America. The father recounted that it was only when they stopped hiding food in their high chairs that he knew they understood.We were orphans too but have been adopted in the family of God. Lord helps us be satisfied with our daily bread and a good nights sleep.

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The Bad:

I can almost feel the pain. This is not really Monday morning is it? Should I call in sick? What would happen if I just didn’t turn up? My bed is so warm. The air is so cold. How sweet an extra hour of sleep would be right now! I know I’m not alone in these thoughts.At frantic pace, you flounder around the kitchen keeping one eye on the clock, and one eye on your toast that is now burning. You forgot to send that email last night and now you feel guilty. Sitting in the car already 10 minutes late, the traffic is terrible! Bumper-to-bumper is an understatement. Walking into the office- actually it’s more like a controlled sprint- you have to pace past you boss’ desk. Brave face, with a slight shake of the head, meaning: we both know I’m late, let’s just move on. I’ll stay back an extra fifteen minutes to work! Outlook won’t open. The anti-virus software is taking way too long to load. Meeting in 10 minutes. I wonder if I have time to run across the road to grab a coffee? Unfortunately this scenario is all too familiar.

This version of waking up early has zero positive elements. This is strange, as conceivably one could have the same amount of sleep and wake up at the exact same time as in the first example, but the resulting physicality- that is how you feel- is entirely different. Let us attempt a flow of logic: how you feel is determined by how what you think and what you do. More specifically, the mind is powerful; so much so that it can overpower the physical body- or at least be highly influential to it. Hmmm....

The Ridiculous:

This final scenario is not as familiar as ‘the bad’ but probably even more painful. It will be met with resounding understanding and, most likely, an extended sigh from school and university students alike. I’m talking about the ‘all-nighter’. Technically, it may not involve waking up, as you never actually fell asleep- despite your wholehearted desire to sneak in even a couple hours of shut-eye. In many books this phenomenon is akin to torture. It’s usually resulting from a healthy dose of procrastination, and accompanied by a plethora of energy-giving and performance enhancing ‘aids’- notably, coffee, cola and red bull; known collectively as the ‘trifecta’. It does not take a medical professional to understand the highly damaging effect this behaviour can have on the body. If you were to set aside the physical consequences, the psychological repercussions are similarly potential. Subjecting oneself to concentrated stress and paranoia for an extended period of time, when the body needs to be recuperating, is about as good for you as drinking motor oil. For those not mechanically-inclined, motor oil is for vehicular consumption- not for humans! If waking up to an alarm, against the natural inclinations of the body, was bad- this all-nighter

would be super bad, terrible even. I know there are a select few individuals who make this scenario a standard procedure. This is borderline masochistic yet disturbingly commonplace. I’m imagining a job interview, as the employer looks over the prospect’s academic transcript: “Well your marks are satisfactory, but what percentage of these results were gained the ‘night before’? Our business hours are 9-5! It’s quite bizarre that the reasoning behind waking up early can have a large influence on your physiological functioning. This functioning could also be traced to a matter of priorities. For example, are you the kind of person who prefers to get the bad things out of the way first? Or do you prefer to let your interests dictate your daily itinerary, and procrastinate the arduous obligations to a later stage? Interestingly, partaking in ‘the good’ form of early rising could actually result in the third ‘ridiculous’ form of being awake so early- as obligations of work and study are postponed. Perhaps there is no way to avoid the pain of early morning obligation. Which is preferable? Early morning indulgence in pain or pleasure? Which will be more profitable for the long term? What dose this say about your character and what you value? To throw a spanner in the works, what if your vocation was something that you thoroughly enjoyed? What then? Enjoy.

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Following The Bread CrumbsBy Kate Gordon

All my life I have loved a good story. Practically since I could read I have spent whole days immersed in a book, and, as cliché as it sounds, there were many nights reading with a torch under the blankets, even as late as 9pm. I had watched some of my favourite movies taped off TV so many times I could time the fast-forward through the ads almost without looking. It didn’t matter how the story was told as long as I was transported to a different world and got to see it through someone else’s eye. With so much time spent in these worlds, the question begged asking – what are stories? When your eyes flick across the final line or the credits roll and you snap back to what, for the quickest of moment, seems like the real world, how does what you have discovered change you? For a long time my answer was very little. Apart from a slightly better idea of the world, I saw these stories as a chance to escape from myself. I did not suppose them to be of any real eternal importance, other than perhaps a chance to point out faulty morality to ease my own conscience.

A change in my thinking started, as everything inevitably does, with Jesus. Reading Luke 19 I saw something in the verse I had never see before. When Jesus told the Pharisees that if the crowd was quiet then the stones themselves would cry out, I was always reminded of the fact that all physical creation attests to the Glory of God. On the surface this made perfect sense; after all a sunset is supremely beautiful, the complexity of human physiology absolutely breathtaking and the immense size of the universe mind-blowing. But I was missing a huge part of creation. Not only did God create the physical, visible creation but all the unseen laws that run it. Made in the creator’s image we can’t help but create and what we create is governed by these laws. So our stories attest to the Glory of God every bit as much as nature. In fact, I suspect that God’s glory is what makes them truly beautiful in the first place, like sun through a stain glass window.

The implications of this revelation pointed to stories as so much more than an escape. But there was more; as Romans says God’s divine nature also shines through all of creation. And so, as I began to look I started to see the great narrative that shows us God’s character, the everlasting story of God and his human beings, played out in the most unlikely of places. You may have noticed this, perhaps watching a movie or reading a book you found the plot somewhat familiar. The more I look the more I see stories that reflect the great story of God and humanity in some way, often imperfectly and most of the time, unintentionally. Imperfect shadows of Jesus, the great redeemer, appear everywhere from Luke Skywalker who through self-sacrifice redeems his father and brings “balance to the force” to Neo who actually dies and resurrects to deliver humanity to (yes I will say it) Harry Potter who must sacrifice himself for his friends to defeat evil. What is even more brilliant is these shadows point to the need for a greater saviour, as none are capable of completely

eradicating evil. Metaphors for sin and the sinful nature are just as prevalent. My personal favourite is vampirism; just as a vampire can’t control their thirst for blood, so we can’t control our heart’s desire to be lord of ourselves. And even the most predictable romantic story points to our desire for a perfect and everlasting love. Many of the more cynical stories show how it is completely impossible for a human relationship to fulfil this desire and so, often without realising, point to our need for relationship with our creator, who offers us himself completely. And each time I see the dim reflection of the Great Story in the most unlikely place it is like a breadcrumb leading towards our creator, the one Truth.

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Some find inspiration in beach side paradises, the bright-lights of cities or the slow-paced charm of green field littered countryside. Here at The Foundling we look first to the suburbia that surrounds us. Exposed powerlines, generic housing developments, apricot coloured concrete shopping centres, and that lovely odour you sometimes smell on a summer night wafting from the nearby tip. This issue we were pleasantly surprised by a book discovered among the fluorescent lit shelves of Sutherland library which features a how-to guide for Kaleidoscope making. If you ever have a VHS cassette, some beads and macaroni lying around, and no idea what that adds up to …..the Macaroni Chandala here gives you the answer. I’m not sure if the flap-cap, crew neck T and full beard is essential for the proper viewing of your Chandala but I certainly hope so. A treat for all the senses!

The Kaleidoscope Book : a spectrum of spectacular scopes to make edited by Thom Boswell.Sterling Pub. Co., 1992.

Seen or heard something around the area recently that inspires you? send it to us here at [email protected]

By Annalice

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A Smile and a Sandwich

The man sitting on the step tugged his brown beanie further over his ears, eyes following the morning peak hour flow of work people. He reclined on the step, stretching his bare feet out onto the footpath. The workers gave his grubby feet a wide berth and avoided his stare. No one knew this man’s name. No one asked. He mumbled his full name through cracked lips just to see if he still remembered it. All he owned was in his pockets, and he fumbled through them, rolling the silver coins between his fingers. One woman with red-rimmed glasses walked past - she wore that exact outfit yesterday. A man with rosy cheeks and a briefcase handed him a newspaper and he pulled his beanie off to salute him. Static hair much darker than his gray beard stood on end until the beanie was repositioned. Standing up, he lay the newspaper under him, a buffer between the cold tiles and his fading jeans. He resumed his watch. Purple handbag woman, turns left at the end of the street. Pair of uni students with the same converse shoes only go to this class every second week. A young woman with a back pack and stripey scarf looked at the man on the step. She was the third person to make eye contact with him that morning - the first to smile. His face broke into a grin and he lazily shifted his feet out of her way. He liked her skip-like walk, she must have lots of friends. Under a shop awning down the road, she stopped. She fought back against the peak hour flow and paused at the man’s step. He didn’t see her coming, busy smiling at two boys with matching hair-cuts who both quickly grabbed at the back of their father’s jacket. With a gloved hand she held out a sandwich.‘Are you hungry?’ she asked.

He tipped his head to the side while looking up at her. The workers we’re staring at her now, some even stepping into the gutter to steer clear of the dirty man on the step and the dark haired girl.‘It’s a salad sandwich,’ she shoved her hand closer.He nodded and took the sandwich. She re-zipped her backpack and waited for a moment, words sitting in her mouth.‘What’s your name?’ she said.His mouth was full of the sandwich and she was carried away in the crowd before he had time to answer. He stood up and catching her eye he waved the sandwich in a sign of thanks.‘My name is..’ he called, but she was gone.As his eyes searched for her bouncy step further down the road, he hoped she would be back tomorrow, with another sandwich, and then maybe he would get to say his name.

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Dear Mr Tuk Tuk ….I don’t know how it all ended so badly, with the yelling (yours), the anger (mutual) and the rude gesturing (ours – but we didn’t realise it is considered very rude to point at people in Malaysia then). Our adventure together had begun so well. There we were just six young Australian ladies drifting around the outskirts of a mall in Penang with an hour to waste before the shops opened. And there you were atop your mighty trishaw (a tuk tuk) beckoning to us to take a ride “I show you all sights, I show Pagoda, Cathedral, Museum Islam”, you show us a laminated pamphlet that proves that these are “legitimate” sights – and everyone knows if someone has laminated a pamphlet it must be true! So clamber aboard we do. Or at least we atttempt to … See there were some early signs of misunderstanding…like when you told us we could fit three or perhaps four of us in one trishaw …and we attempted to do so in denial of our western girl booty. After a few seconds, one person literally falling out of the seat, and a severe drop in self esteem of all, it was established that 2 girls in each trishaw was the max. So we took our seats in three faux flower adorned chariots and you began peddaling. At first it was very slow and I almost felt I could see the glint of fear in the your eyes Mr Tuk Tuk as your calves pump up and down straining on the pedals. After a few minutes we stop at the first of the “sights”, you ushered us in smiling a bit too much although we were keen to keep going and we notice that you and the other drivers begin to exclaim and slump into the empty trishaw seat exhausted from their heavy loads. Our self esteem plummets a bit more …. After a short break you continued to persevere however and we indeed frequented almost all the “sights” you promised flying across multilane traffic under your steam, like babies in a giant pram like arrangement we were at your mercy. … There were a few other signs of mis-communication, like when you dropped us off at a wooden boardwalk area down by the wharves (alarm bells) and then led us up a long dark alley between a network of houses – smiling toothlessly at us beckoning onward…It’s really not your fault that the grin you kept flashing us was

way too reminiscent of that of a pirate (and not in a good Johnny /Orlando type of way) to be comforting. You didn’t seem to realise that we were having visions of some sort of Taken arrangement about to occur, as we begged you to take us back to the trishaw, and not sell us into slavery as calmly as a group of girls together in a foreign country can – so not very calmy at all actually. After much gesturing towards the way we had come and pleading. You obliviously notioned us to enter the guesthouse we had arrived at whilst we had been whining - which turned out to be your cousins you just just wanted us to come see. …having stepped inside and back out again you decided we could now proceed back to the trishaw. We were ready to head back by then, we expressed this desire “Return. to mall!” , “Back now!”, “We Go now Start place, now. Please!”… and then hoped you actually understood as you peddled us all sorts of fancy loops around through the traffic and narrowly avoiding getting us squished more than once. So we arrived back mostly unscarred, I guess we should have been more grateful but it being day two on our trip we were already in the bartering mindset. “40 ringet” you said “each”. Shock, astonishment, disbelief.We thought you must be confused, maybe the peddling of two hefty girls around town had dehydrated you somewhat, I mean that was double what we agreed we would pay before we started out. But you notion toward the trishaw and us and yourself again standing firm. But it wasn’t about the money Mr Tuk Tuk. It was about the trust. We had been through a lot together. We thught we had a bond. And see here you were you were just tossing it all aside – we were just another set of insufferable tourists you were glad to be done with. There were no more toothless smiles in sight now. So we caved - We gave you your money (and some serious glares also)…we later realised we should have given you more. For all your efforts we had paid you the equivalent of the cost of a large coffee back home - it just seemed like more at the time! So this is a sorry Mr Tuk Tuk…..But most of all sorry I didn’t even catch your name.

An Apology Note For a Tuk-Tuk DriverBy Lizzie Creighton

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We live in the age of ecofashion, down with plastic, up with greenbags, hurrah for organic cotton jersey and sustainable design. Here we have the humble breadbag. An item destined for dustbins in almost every household. But wait! A glimmer of hope. A great white shining light is held out by these crafty recipes to turn waste materials into trash-tastic accessories, as alluring for their eco-savvy ingenuity and practicality as for their undeniable beauty. The sweet song of fabric scissors and hot-glue guns is calling out to you…..have a lovely crafternoon!

Stylish Showercap

Lebanese/Pita bread bagthin elasticcotton thread

1. Select an appropriate sized bread bag (round bags for Lebanese/Pita bread work best) and stitch 1-2cm from the edge around the outside seam. 2. Slice into one edge of the seam and insert elastic on a safety pin. Thread this through the whole seam. 3. Tighten the elastic to fit the circumference of your head and tie to secure. Additional decorations can be added by painting with acrylic colours or nailpolish. Your shower cap is ready to wear! and guaranteed to be twice as durable as the last one you got in a hotel toiletry kit.

4 Things You Never Thought You Could Do With Bread BagsBy Annalice Chreighton

Painting sleeves

two bread bagsthin elasticcotton threadprinted cotton fabric

1. Cut the bottom off both breadbags to produce a tube. 2. Create two tubes of cotton fabric by stitching a single seam. Ensure these are similar or same size as the bread bag. Turn these tubes inside out. 3. Turn the breadbag tubes inside out and slide the cotton fabric tubes over them. 4. fold up a seam on both edges of the tubes. Stitch this on the sewing machine. Ensure each seam allows a gap for the elastic to thread through. 5. make a small incision in the seam pockets and thread elastics through each seam on a safety pin. Tie to elastic to secure and handstitch to close the gap. 6. Voila, you have your painting sleeves. Practical, pretty and recycled.

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Boot covers

two bread bagstwo elastic bands

This is not so much a craft project as a stroke of genius invention for those rainy days we seem to have too many of lately. When you realise that last seasons boots with the hole in the sole (invisible to the eyes of passers by and, you thought, well secured by a few pieces of nifty gaffa tape) are destined to cause you misery on an unexpectedly wet day. 1. take both breadbags and slide them over or inside your boots (depending on how much you want other people to see them.) 2. secure with an elastic band. Dry feet never looked so good!

Bracelet

polysol dyes or coloured permanent markersone breadbagcoloured plastic beadsneedle and thread.

1. Cut breadbag into 1-2cm thin strips and colour using polysol dyes or permanent markers. 2. use some of the strips to plait a bracelet to fit your wrist. 3. Use some remaining strips to create rosettes or puffs. Secure these into shape by hand sewing. 4. Stitch or glue the rosettes onto the plaited bracelet and add some beads to finish.

Have you got some weird/wonderful craft ideas? Email your submissions to [email protected]

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Bread Puzzles

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This game is like a sudoku, but instead of the numbers 1-9, you have to use the letters from the word MULTIGRAIN (the second ‘I’ is excluded)

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CluesPopular breadshop franchise (6,7)

Toasted sandwich made from ciabatta (6)

Active ingredient that makes bread rise (5)

Build me up ____________ (9)

How many in a bakers dozen? (8)

Lump of bread (4)

Device used for baking (4)

A popular gourmet pizza chain (5)

French pastry (9)

Time of day bread rises (7)

A main ingredient in a Hawaiian roll (9)

Uncooked form of bread (5)

Hot crunchy bread (5)

_____, a drink with jam and bread (3)

One of the most common uses of bread (8)

What you make when you’re camping (6)

Rub-a-dub-dub, the second man in the tub (5)

You might call this a complete bread (10)

A sandwich that isn’t very tasty (7)

A heavy, dark bread made with rye flour (12)

A thin flat bread (6)

Ring shaped bread that is boiled before baking (5)

This bread has a pocket (4)

Bread made in India from finell milled wholemeal flour (7)

If you added lemon to your bread before you cooked it, it

would become ___________ (9)

Not your grandmother (4)

A flat, Italian bread (8)

A grain used to make bread, as well as beer and whiskey (3)

An essential part of a hamburger (3)

Find-a-BreadThis is a find-a-word with a difference. The way you play this game is by first solving the clues. These will give you the words you have to find in the puzzle on the right.

Once you have found all the words, unjumble the remaining letters in the puzzle to find two famous peoples breadified names. To help you out, one person is a famous

director (7, 4, 8) and the other is an artist (4, 10). Can you rise to the challenge?

Find-a-Bread This is a find-a-word with a difference. The way you play this game is by first solving the clues, These will give you the words that you have to find in the puzzle below. Once you have found all the words, unjumble the remaining letters in the puzzle to find two famous peoples breadified names. To help you out, one person is a famous Director (7,4,8) and the other is an artist (4,10). Can you rise to the challenge?

Popular breadshop franchise (6,7)Toasted sandwich made from ciabatta (6)Active ingredient that makes bread rise (5)Build me up ____________ (9)How many in a bakers dozen? (8)Lump of bread (4)Device used for baking (4)A popular gourmet pizza chain (5)French pastry (9)Time of day bread rises (7)A main ingredient in a Hawaiian roll (9)Uncooked form of bread (5)

Hot crunchy bread (5)_____, a drink with jam and bread (3)One of the most common uses of bread (8)What you make when you’re camping (6)Rub-a-dub-dub, the second man in the tub (5)You might call this a complete bread (10)A sandwich that isn’t very tasty (7)A heavy, dark bread made with rye flour (12)A thin flat bread (6)

Ring shaped bread that is boiled before baking (5)This bread has a pocket (4)Bread made in India from finell milled wholemeal flour (7)If you added lemon to your bread before you cooked it, it would become ___________ (9)Not your grandmother (4)A flat, Italian bread (8)A grain used to make bread, as well as beer and whiskey (3)An essential part of a hamburger (3)

Breadoku This game is like sudoku, but instead of the numbers 1-9, you have to use the letters from the word MULTIGRAIN (the second ‘I’ is excluded)

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Bread Crossword

Use the clues on the right to fill in the blanks above (it’s pretty much a standard crossword)All answers are bread or sandwich related (who would have guessed?)

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