The UK’s best architects get a taste of BananaGiraffes

Our bid to get a 40ft giraffe sticking out of the roof has started in ernest: the UK’s best architects will soon be receiving their invitation to be involved in the most notorious bit of architecture since the millenium dome.

Read the pitch document here:

the 40ft bananagiraffes brief

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If you feel that you’re one of the ‘UK’s best architects’ but maybe not recognised as such then here’s your chance for a bit of recognition. Fill in your name and email in the form below and we’ll include you in the pitch.

(posted by Rachel’s brother David as she is too sick to post again today)

PS: the letter is in Adobe pdf – if you don’t have it then you can download the plain Word file here HERE

PPS: It’s Rachel’s BIRTHDAY THIS THURSDAY!!!

PPPS: update: am now a little worried that our money for their pitch fee was not their usual rate!

Normal service has been interrupted

The only benefit of being neutropenic is the extra week off to try and build the little white blood cells deserters (or neutrophills) back up.  My oncologist informed me rather matter of factly on Tuesday that I have lazy bone marrow. Something I can’t help feeling rather guilty about!

But what a treat these last 2 weeks have been.  I have spent literally days forgetting about having cancer and feeling ill and enjoying the sensations in my body as they are reawakened.  Believe me it’s pretty wonderful to be able to think in a joined up way, talk, smell anything (although not the dog), taste and sleep. 

Unfortunately this respite into normalness is short lived and I was back in yesterday starting chemo cycle 3. 

If you are inviting into your body a hardcore cocktail of chemicals that have the power of life and death, it’s quite usual to expect a trade off in the form of feeling pretty crap.  And so, I am spending the next week or so running at around 25% of my normal voltage. 

I arrived at the sunrise centre determined to practice mindfulness after seeing the BBC report promoting the success of happiness and removal of pain http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-16406814?mid=56.  But this also was short lived as I was approached to enter a national research study into colorectal cancer and asked nicely if I would care to give them some blood for this study.  As I already had the portacatch tube plugged into my jugular it seemed rude not too and so I let her take a couple of test tubes.  Still recruiting for this study – they have 20,000 and need 30,000 so may be a little while before we see the results of the link between genetics and bowel cancer, something that is very close to our families heart (or bowels maybe I should say).

Momentarily distracted from my meditation, I looked around for suitable reading material and finding only “caught out! I facebooked my boyfriend and found his wife!”, I decided to read the nice brochures of side effects for my latest panacea – a nice little drug that promises to eradicate both insomnia and sickness.  However on reading the promotional material I am alarmed to find these Nozinan tablets are commonly used to treat schizophrenia.  Is there something my doctor is not telling Rachel?

This ‘dalliance’ with normal life over Christmas allowed me and my brother to put together a tender for challenge number 2 – and I see my brother has highlighted the progress of this today!  More to follow!

Off now to the hospital to have the bone marrow injections so no lying in you hear, you lazy bone marrow! 1-2-1-2, fall in line!

 

Onwards and 40ft upwards

So… on with challenge 2 and we’re getting a feeling it’s not going to be as simple as it first seemed!

A search for “architects with experience building 40ft giraffes on residential properties” returned zero results in Google.

And they say you can find just about anything online?

I remember when I was young, for my homework I did a cross section drawing of a giraffe lowering it’s head to drink water, showing the leg bones squeezing the main neck artery from the heart. I wrote that if it didn’t reduce the pressure from the heart to the head, it would blow off.

The head that is.

I still have no idea how it works in a real giraffe, but we’re assuming a giraffe, real or otherwise is a highly technical piece of building that we can’t just trust to any fly-by-night architect… so we’re going for the best-of-the-best of famous award winning UK architects.

It’ll be a 10-way pitch situation, so we’ve put together a request for designs (which we’ll upload later).

May the best architect (with no previous experience of building 40ft giraffes on residential properties) win.

[Guest blogged from David, Rachel’s brother, as she’s suffering a fair bit from the 3rd chemo & too sick to post but wanted to get the challenge started.]

(By the way – for the giraffe homework I got an ‘A’, my only ‘A’ ever… until my teacher asked how I knew that was the reason the head didn’t blow-off… and I confessed that I’d made it up as it seemed possible. She immediately marked it down to a ‘D’… in-front of my face! I must have been about 10 at the time and it put me off homework forever after.)