Dear X,

We haven't spoken with each other for three years, seven months and nine days. Well... we did once, but it was only about you taking your stuff from my place. You left your socks by the way and I'm still waiting when you will come back for them. I just wanted to check if you are alright, because I couldn't figure it out after stalking you for three months on facebook. I wish I were brave enough to just call you and ask how you are doing, but I'm not. So I decided to write a letter - you like old vintage things, don't you - but I will never send it either, because I'm afraid you wouldn't read it or couldn't be bothered to answer at least.
          I hope that you are doing well and that you found your own way of living. But please, not this garage band - I know you can't play the guitar, as we both know you have always been tone-deaf. I'm sorry, not for calling you tone-deaf - you know it's true, but for everything that have happened. I'm sorry that I hurt you so bad that you pretend not to know me now when we see each other in the store. I'm sorry that I didn't apologize and that I let you go, but, dear X, you didn't fight and you let me let you go. I remember the day when I said 'yes' so well as if it was just yeasterday. Back then I was just afraid that otherwise I would lose my friend and I needed you to be by my side. I wanted you to be there for me and if I told you 'no' you would be hurt again. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I did and all I can do now is explain that I never wanted to do so. I still remember our late night walks to the nearest park. When I was sitting on the back of my favourite bench so I could be a little bit taller than you to look into your deep, brown eyes and feel so bad to lie to you just because I wanted to keep you by my side. First time you told me you loved me I didn't respond a nd I saw that you were hurt. I didn't want you to be sad or angry so next time I said I loved you too, but it wasn't entirely true, but I did everything I could to keep you by my side.
          I didn't want to lose or hurt my best friend. But I did and I can't take it back, undo it. And then you didn't want to tell our friends that we were together, this is when I saw that I actually did love you, but it was already too late. I knew too well how it feels to be someobody else's secret and I didn't like it. I promised myself oonce that I would never agree to be in a dark, jump into the closet and hide.
          Dear X, I know that I hurt you, but you need to know that you also hurt me. I thought that you didin't love me anymore, that you were ashamed of me, because we were so different and I just didn't fit perfectly in your life. That was that moment when I decided thaat I had to leave you. So I stopped talking to you, but you ignored me back, which drove me mad (actually I was pretty sad about that) and I tried to get your attention, but you just seemed to lost interest in me so I gave up. I'm sorry for the way we broke up. Shaking your hand saying "thanks for everything" wasn't the best idea, but you have to understand that it wasn't my best day and you know why. I'm glad you moved on so fast, but I hate the fact that every time we see each other in the store or on the street you ignore me and we stopped even saing hi. I'm sorry that you can't even look at me right now. I remember when I seemed to be the only one in the whole world that you wanted to look at.
          Anyways, I just wanted to say that I hope you are doing well. Last time I saw you you seemed to be quite alright. May all of your dreams come true and I know that one day you will find someone who will look at you with so much love as once you looked at me. I'm sorry.

Big Brother is watching you!

         

           John Fiske said in "Reading the Popular" the popular text produces meanings that can become relevant in everyday life. The example of this can be seen taking under consideration cover of the book written by George Orwell - "1984". The range of colors is very limited - the artist used only red, black, dull yellow and dark orange. The choice isn't random as colors refer to the narrative and produce very strong meaning.

          Even if people haven't read the "1984" they still probably came across the slogan placed in the top part of the cover. "Big Brother is watching YOU!" - nowadays is mainly known from the famous TVshow, so the cover and book produced element which got popularised and its meaning can be perceived differently in various social groups (if someone doesn't know the book they won't know that their favourite TV show wasn't the first one to invent the idea of Big Brother). There are also multiple poems and songs inspired by the book or the slogan - that shows us various meanings and elements produced by the culture.   

   

 The cover is a great example of mixing popular culture with high one. It's kept in the pop art vibes but it bears as well strong similarities to the capitalist propaganda posters, which were really popular during Stalinist regime. It links the meaning to historical background to which it may refer. It suggest us that the cover is actually a satiric comment about the political situation back “then”-specifying the time isn't needed as the man bears a strong similarity to Stalin. Just look at that moustache plus the choice of colors - coincidence? I think not! Additionally looking at the cover we can see that the man together with the red line behind him forms a cross - it may suggest an ending, death - probably death of our privacy as Big Brother is watching us!

       

                    Moreover the man looks like an evil robot so he isn't looking after us, but just watching every our move, spying. He doesn't have a pupil in his eyes which makes them look like tiny lights. He seems to be mad, but at the same time we can notice that he is smiling - does he enjoy watching us? If so... It makes the cover even creepier and adds more to the creation of the character – he is clearly a psychopath. Placing him in the middle of the picture implies that he is the  Brother watching us and enjoying doing it as well.

            It's time for the colors! Red – color of blood, war and danger - a background of the part with slogan implies that the  Brother watching us will bring  nothing good. Dark red line behind the man on the cover refers to anger and leadership –  if someone watches us every day he wants to take control over the population. Dark orange in the back of the man implies deceit and distrust –  how can you trust somebody that wants to take over population =  whole world. Black,  main color when it comes to the “man part” – refers to death, mystery and fear. That would explain why it's so hard to specifically say who is on the cover –  the Big Brother?  Someone who helps him? Or Stalin? There is no one,good answer to it, everyone can see it differently.  

          

         

“A great story doesn’t have to end with success”

                Liz May, curator of Farnham Museum, launched an exhibition to honor the memory of David Johnstone and John Hoare on the 50^th anniversary of their courageous try to cross the Atlantic in a boat called the Puffin. It was the first attempt of the 20^th century to row across the Atlantic. Last time the men were seen alive was on the 11^th of August 1966. As an adventurous person and a reporter at local newspaper David Johnstone was always looking for a next thing that would interest him. During one of the interviews he said “If we don’t have a go, we shall live the rest of our lives wondering if we might have made it – and knowing that only fear persuaded us from the attempt”.

                 “Most of the locals haven’t heard about that story before the exhibition” said Liz mentioning that a big group of people knew about the successful journey of John Ridgeway and Chay Blyth. Their attempt to row the Atlantic ended with a success. There is a road, school and a bakery in Farnham named after John Ridgeway. Chay Blythe after that journey made a career out of travelling and exploring. As most of the local people knew about Ridgeway and Blythe there was no interest in the tragic history of the Puffin. “It was a story that deserved to be told” said Liz May “A great story doesn’t have to end with success. What is courageous is that they didn’t give up.” The curator of Farnham Museum finds this story particularly interesting  as the men were given plenty of opportunities to stop their journey. From the rescued journal of their travel can be seen that they knew they were probably going to die, that were not going to succeed, but kept going.

                Everything that is placed in the exhibition was donated to the Farnham Museum by David Johnstone’s mother in 1968. The boat itself was found in October 1966. A bottle with pills, a net, a food can, clothes, shoes, a map and technical equipment. Every item that was found on the wreck can be seen on the exhibition, apart from journey journal, which contains of 149 hand-written pages. It is in Farnham Museum, but it is too fragile to be put into exhibition. Last record was written on 3^rd of September, just before hurricane struck the area. The journal was an inspiration for Merton Naydler, Johnstone’s family friend, to write a book about the tragic history of the Puffin.

                Apart from that exhibition, there is no memorial in Farnham, which celebrates the memory of Johnstone and Hoare, two men born in this city who tried to row the Atlantic. Until the 24^th of December visitors  can get to know the story of the Puffin visiting the Farnham Museum. It is opened for visitors from Tuesday to Sathurday, 10am-5pm, free entry.

                In the end the Puffin did cross the Atlantic. A British ocean rower, Graham Walters, set off in 2006 to give the historical boat another chance to row the Atlantic. This time the attempt ended with success. Now the Puffin is a part of exhibition in the Exter Maritime Museum.