I wish... I supported local independent shops (part 4)

Shopping in local independent shops does good and feels good. What's not to like?

Mid-afternoon on 17th December I began walking home in a hurry. I needed to shower, change and drive to my work Christmas party. I also needed to buy wine and chocolates for a colleague whose house I would be staying at afterwards. To say thank you for putting me up. To say thank you for putting up with me!

I crossed the road towards Tesco and then remembered my wish of the month: Support local independent shops.

I paused. I didn't have time for this; I was in a rush! I could buy a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates in Tesco and be done with it. But I'd have to visit two shops on the High Street where the prices would probably be higher and the choices fewer.

Bah! Humbug! What a Scrooge!

I walked to the High Street and into Noble Wines, a small off-licence, where I bought a decent bottle of wine at a similar price to what I would have paid in a supermarket. Then, a little further up the High Street, I bought a box of chocolates from Uckfield Candy Store and More. 

Since both shops were on my walk home and there were no queues to speak of, I was home quicker than if I'd hiked around Tesco, chosen from their vast selection of products, and queued to pay.

A few days later I returned to the High Street to finish my Christmas shopping. It was an operation of military precision. Armed with an empty rucksack, a list of presents to buy, and a working ballpoint pen (rarer than it sounds), I stormed the little shops. 

I bought a present for my brother-in-law in Propel Bikes, an independent cycle shop owned by the very helpful Rob. I picked up gifts for my nephew and niece in Kids Stuff, a local family-run toy store with an impressive selection and, admittedly, another 6 shops in Kent and Sussex towns. And I found a little something for my Nana in Kamsons Pharmacy, which again has stores elsewhere but its Uckfield branch was its first. 

I also visited two fab independent shops seemingly run by couples: Pipe Dreams (Snow-Surf-Skate) owned by David and Julie; and TN22 Sussex (Lifestyle, Vintage & Re-Worked Furniture) run by Steve and Janie. I didn't buy on this occasion, but I'll be back!

I wondered whether my locally purchased gifts this Christmas would be as happily received as presents I'd bought from chain shops in previous years. From what I witnessed (and assuming my family are not talented actors), they were.

I'm not suggesting for one minute that you or I stop shopping in supermarkets and department stores and household name shops altogether. They have their benefits. But...

The next time you need to buy something, ask yourself if it's possible to buy that thing in a local independent shop.

If you're not sure, go and have a look. You might be pleasantly surprised. Surprised by the selection, the price, the customer service, and probably by a warm fuzzy feeling inside for having supported a local business and the local people behind it.

Shopping in local independent shops does good and feels good. What's not to like?

I wish you a very happy New Year! Join me soon for a new Wish of the month, and tell me what you wish you could do in 2015.

I wish... I supported local independent shops (part 3)

Is a 3-for-2 offer a good deal or a good trick to make you buy more?

It was 3 o'clock on Saturday afternoon when my shift at work finished and I began to drive home. But instead of driving straight past Tunbridge Wells, I decided to pull into a multi storey car park and go to the shopping centre.

Noooooooooooo!!!

I had betrayed my High Street already. But it's not as bad as it sounds. You see, I needed to go to one particular shop to buy one particular present for my Mum. Something that I knew she would love. Something that I wouldn't be able to buy in a local independent shop in Uckfield.

It's only one present, I told myself. It's only one shop.

Ten shops later, I was wandering aimlessly along an aisle, clutching a bland ceramic item cleverly disguised in attractive Christmas-themed packaging and rapidly scanning the shelves for two more average gifts. Just so I could take advantage of a 3-for-2 offer.

I overheard two women discussing a gift they were thinking about buying. "It's a bit much for what it is," said the first woman. The second woman looked at it and replied, "But it does come with a tin."

It was my cue to leave. I returned my item to its shelf, walked out of the shop, walked back to my car, and drove home.

I'm not surprised that I walked into shops that I had no intention of visiting. The retail environment entices you with expertly designed window displays, special offers and brand names that spark a subconscious memory of an advert you've seen fifteen times this month without realising it. And I've been going to shopping centres all my life; it's second nature. Plus I had paid and displayed. I couldn't just walk in to one shop and walk out again when I was entitled to two hours of primetime car parking for my investment of £2.40.

Ridiculous. I could have walked to my High Street for free.

Do you have a wish of the month? What has been distracting you lately?

I wish... I supported local independent shops (part 2)

Permanent independent shops are committed to your High Street. Pop-up shops are not.

My toes were cold. I had been standing in Uckfield town square for an hour. I say town square; it's a scruffy rectangle on two levels with concrete steps and a pebbledash slope between them. But it does the job.

I wasn't alone. Two hundred people, mostly parents and children, were watching kids from six primary schools sing Christmas songs on a temporary stage (the open-sided flat bed of a lorry). Two DJs kept reminding us that it was being broadcast live on Uckfield FM, our community radio station, as they walked up and down the stage asking questions of monosyllabic children and saying brilliant a lot.

After the third school, I'd heard enough. I hugged my friend Kathy and said well done to her teenage daughter, who looked at me like I was from outer space. 

Shops! That's what I needed. Local independent ones. Local was easy to spot. But independent...?

My search halted outside a pop-up shop in a normally empty premises. It was being run by the Uckfield Framing Company, an independent business on the industrial estate. Perfect, I thought. I went in. 

I bought a handmade greetings card by a local artist and picked up a jar of homemade spicy apple chutney. "How much?" I asked. "Whatever you want to donate," said the woman behind the table. "It's for my son's school." I dropped some coins in the tin and walked out.

Success. 

However, it was a temporary shop. What about permanent independent shops? The shops that want to be permanent, anyway. 

I walked in to The Bargain Store. Normally I don't. Well, you wouldn't if you saw it. The windows are covered from top to bottom in flyers and posters and scruffy handwritten ads. But today I would give it a go.

A bell tinkled as I opened the door, and again when I closed it. A real bell. I looked around. It was the kind of place that sold chocolate liquors, children's marbles in little nets and an obscure Latvian brand of washing up liquid in the same aisle. 

I browsed for a stupidly long time. So long in fact that I felt obliged to buy something - anything - so as not to offend the husband and wife who appeared to own the shop. I bought some chocolate Christmas tree decorations with a dubious list of ingredients on the back, and a small packet of Liquorice Allsorts.

Turning back up the High Street, I followed a crowd into Olive's Yard and found myself in a queue to see Father Christmas. Deciding I was a bit big for that kind of thing, I dived into the nearest shop, which happened to be the Lions Club secondhand bookshop. 

Again, I bumped into a friend I used to go to school with, Denise, and again I walked out with a purchase: Eden by Tim Smit. It wasn't my final purchase. That was charity Christmas cards from another pop-up shop on the walk home.

I thought about my first attempt to support local independent shops. It hadn't been entirely successful. Only one of the shops was independent and permanent enough that I could support it regularly. 

Next time, I'll go shopping in the High Street when there isn't a special late night event going on. 

Next time I'll go shopping in permanent local independent shops only.

Are you committed to your wish of the month? How could you make it a permanent change in your life?

I wish... I supported local independent shops

I do a lot of shopping in supermarkets and big department stores. And online.

Why? It's convenient. I drive to a big car park, walk around inside a huge warm building and choose from endless goods with brand names I know and trust. Or I sit in the comfort of my own home, browse big name websites and choose from endless goods with brand names I know and trust.

Occasionally I walk into a small, independently-owned shop. I might even buy something: a coffee and a chunk of tiffin from a quirky cafe in Brighton; a book about art from a dusty secondhand bookshop in Lewes. 

Each time that I do, I feel good about it. Because I know that I have supported that little shop. My money has contributed to the income of the owner, who may well be the same person who served me. 

Perhaps that little business will survive a little bit longer because of me...

But, when it is no longer a sunny Saturday afternoon in June, and I'm not ambling through a trendy corner of London-by-the-Sea or a quaint street in a tourist town with a visiting friend, I return to my usual mainstream buying habits.

It's not good enough. 

I've watched the news in recent years. I've seen the slow decline of High Streets nationwide because of recession and changing spending habits. 

Use it or lose it - If we don't use local independent shops regularly, they go bankrupt and close down. 

Another small business might start up to take its place, but often not. More likely, a big brand name will move in and open it's 295th branch. Over time, the High Street in one town looks remarkably (or unremarkably) like any other.

Or the premises remains empty, the High Street loses its kerb appeal, less people bother to shop there, and more businesses close. It's a vicious circle.

My hometown, Uckfield, has fared well compared to some. There are only a few empty shops. But over the years I've noticed more big companies move in, and big name charities fill in the gaps. 

I wish I supported local independent shops. I wish I bought products from them instead of supermarkets and department stores and online versions of them. I wish lots of other people did the same thing and the independent shops thrived and attracted new independent businesses and new shoppers. But that's wishing for a lot. I can only do my bit.

This month I will do as much Christmas shopping as possible in as many local independent shops as I can.

Starting with Late Night Shopping on Friday 5th December!

What is your wish of the month? What do you wish you could do by the end of the year?

I wish... I looked after my car properly (part 2)

I hold my hands up. I failed this month.

At the beginning of November I wanted to learn how my car works and do some maintenance on it before it had its MOT. If nothing else, I wanted to change a tyre.

Did I do any of those things? No, of course I didn't.

Here is a list of excuses that I considered making to you:

• I was too busy with work.
• It rained all the time and I would have got soaked.
• It was too dark in the evening so I couldn't see anything.
• My car is parked on a slope and it might roll away with me under it.
• I could damage the car because I don't know what I'm doing.
• I can't work on the car today because I need to use it later and what if something goes wrong?
• My Mum and Dad are on holiday so I've got nobody to drive me around if something goes wrong.
• What if something goes wrong?

The fact of the matter is... I didn't want to learn how to look after my car. I mean, I did want to, but I didn't want to enough. It doesn't really interest me. I would rather be doing other things like drawing and painting and setting up a small business and selling stuff. Not to mention sleep. Has anyone noticed it's dark by half past four? Again with the excuses!

I'll tell you what I did do though: I took the mats out of the footwells and I vacuumed the inside of the car. That was good. I also put some petrol in the car. That makes it go.

Erm, what else? 

I talked to my friend Adam about car maintenance, which was very insightful. I wish I knew as much about cars as him and his Dad. They're the type of men who have a 'project' car in the garage. Men who build cars. An alien breed to me.

And after that...

I booked my car in for a service and a MOT. This involved going against the advice of my parents (which is never a comfortable thing to do) and asking the car mechanic who owns a unit next to my studio, Lee, if he would do it. My reasoning was that Lee is someone I see everyday at work, someone I am becoming friends with through our daily encounters, and someone who - I hope - would not risk sh***ing on his own doorstep.

My car passed its MOT on Thursday. Lee fitted one new tyre and a couple of brake pads. I wasn't surprised about the brake pads at all; I'd hammered them pretty hard on the winding hilly roads to work and back and recently they had been sounding and feeling a bit 'scrapey' - I think that's the official term for it.

I'll tell you one thing: From now on I'll be a lot gentler on the brakes. Less foot to the floor, more changing down gears.

I still wish that I looked after my car properly. OK OK I was crap this month, but I do value my car more than ever now, and I want to care for it. I won't do a car maintenance course or anything like that, but I will ask people who know about cars for their help and advice on little things that I can do.

That's something.

Did you fulfil a wish this month? Or were you rubbish like me? Nevermind, join me in December for a new wish of the month.

If there's a time of year to make wishes come true, surely it's Christmas.

I wish... I looked after my car properly

I am fortunate enough to own a car. Mostly I use it to drive to work (when I'm not cycling). Sometimes I drive it to visit friends and family. Occasionally I drive it all over the country to visit places with amusing names. But that's another story...

It's a second hand Ford Mondeo Zetec. Zetec? I think that's what it's called. I'm sure Zetec is on my car insurance. And it's got a 2 litre engine. Or 2.0 litre engine. I don't why the .0 matters, but apparently it does. Oh, and also, it uses Unleaded petrol. That's about everything I know about my car. It's silver too. I forgot that bit. Here's a photo of it.

It's quite a big car. For me. My last car was a 1.0 litre Citroen Saxo, which got written off when another car slid into it on black ice. I didn't replace it; I didn't need a car in London. So I was really excited when I got this. It's the first car I've owned that accelerates up hills. It's very exciting.

The problem is, I don't know how to look after it. Sure, I can wash it with a sponge and some hot soapy water. I can park it OK and push the wing mirrors in so they don't get knocked off. And most of the time I remember to lock it. But what about the important stuff?

How do I change the oil? How do I replace a tyre? How do I stop the bodywork going rusty? What does a spark plug do? What does a spark plug look like? What the hell is that rattling noise? 

Why do the wheels look mouldy? What pressure should the tyres be? What is this white stuff and how do I get it off?

And most important of all, how do I remove this dead bug from my rear brake light??

I don't know anything about cars. But I wish I did. I wish I could walk into a garage and understand at least some of the jargon being spouted by the mechanics. I wish I knew how to fix a problem myself or knew what to do if my car broke down on the roadside. I wish I could extend the life of my car and save it from landfill for as long as possible. 

So this month I will learn how to maintain my car. I'll get my hands dirty, learn some lingo and pray that my car gets through its MOT test in a few weeks' time. Then scratch my arse crack and have a cup of tea with three sugars.

What do you wish you could do? Take your first small step towards fulfilling it this month.

I wish... I could street dance (part 5)

You don't need lessons to be able to dance. All you need is a body and a soul.

"Come on people, show me some energy! It can't all come from me," said JP, the street dance instructor. "I'm giving you my life here!"

We wannabe streetdancers were a bit subdued in my third and final lesson in October. But I couldn't help thinking it was the rapid, non-stop routine JP had given us that was partly to blame.

I wasn't the only person who was struggling. But I seemed to be the only person who was so lost that occasionally I stopped altogether and waited for the right moment to leap back into the routine. Like a surfer choosing a wave to ride.

I refused to give up. As planned, I practised the routine without constantly watching JP, and squeezed in extra practice during brief interludes when he was fiddling with the MP3 player or we all stopped to drink water. I didn't care if I dried up like an old prune; I was determined to learn the routine.

Despite my best efforts, my final performance was poor. I accepted that although my soul was willing and my body was able, my mind would not allow me to remember the routine in the time available. I needed more time. 

But there wasn't any. The lesson was over and next week we would learn a different routine. Why couldn't we learn and practice one routine over several weeks? I wondered. Then I could practice at home and nail the flipping thing.

I drove home in a huff. It felt like an anti-climax to the month. I had secretly hoped that the final lesson would be my best yet. That suddenly it would all click into place and I'd seamlessly perform the routine from beginning to end with power and precision and afterwards we'd be high-fiving and freestyling out the door, all the way to the pub.

My expectations were unrealistic. To become any good at street dance I would have to practice week in week out for years. That's if my body held out. And my ability to learn routines is unlikely to improve with age. So where does that leave me?

I will go to a few more street dance lessons. If I enjoy them, I'll carry on going. If I don't, I'll stop going. Because dancing should be fun. It's a way of expressing yourself. Personally, it makes me feel alive and sometimes takes me to a higher place. It's hard to describe.

You don't need lessons to be able to dance. All you need is a body and a soul.

So I'm going to end this wish of the month on a positive note. After lesson 2, the lesson that I most enjoyed, I filmed myself practising the routine in my studio. I'm clumsy, it's filmed badly, and I didn't dress for the task in hand. But I tell you what - I had a bloody good time doing it.

I wish... I could street dance! (The music video)

Join me again soon for a brand new wish of the month. What do you wish you could do?