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December Issue

Welcome to the very first issue of Out&About, hopefully there will be many more to come. Firstly thank you for buying our magazine and secondly we hope that you enjoy it. At this magazine our aim is to be different; we wanted to make a change in the magazine market by creating something more creative and less commercial. We hope we have

been successful. Out&About is all about capturing moments in time through illustration and interpretations, in this issue it’s our teams captured moments of Birmingham, but we hope to see some of yours in here soon. We hope our captured illustrations give you a new view on a vibrant city.


“Santa has a bad back this year so he can’t carry very much”


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t all began with the sentence, ‘it’s just too conventional’ which to us meant too normal, a bit boring, something that wouldn’t catch your eye in the supermarket and would be discarded without a second thought. And so we moved away from the norm and began to dabble our paint brushes into the unknown world of something more creative. And here is the result! In a world of big brother is watching you, we based our inspiration on how we watch the world, and Birmingham was our first stop. As a quote had been the beginning of our magazine it seemed significant to included them, after all people say the funniest, oddest and sometimes most inspiring things.

Once the idea had begun the next step were including articles that would incorporate our idea.We didn’t want articles in the convential sense of the word, reviews and interviews just wouldn’t fit with our journey through Birmingham. The answer. If the magazine was an illustrative journal of our days in Birmingham why couldn’t our articles be. And so we wrote about the places we went, the people we saw, what it was like. Hopefully we have been successful in not only creating our journey with illustration but also through painting pictures with words.


BIRMINGHAM

its like a mini LONDON


T

he heavens opening setting free an

away in here. The shop fills more and more until

unexpected down pour that leaves it seems that it may burst at the seams. People those without umbrella or shelter

with shopping bags, babies and buggies, men with

soaked within seconds. People scatter for shelter

laptops hidden safely under their jackets and

but it is already too late. We take ours in the

faces that frown to find that their lunch time

corner coffee shop, following in the line of already

refuge has been invaded by hiders from the rain.

soaking people whose thoughts have followed An old lady fills in her puzzle while her coffee our own. With soaked coats creating an ice cold

goes cold. Babies cry and girls squeal and giggle.

layer of damp that seeps onto the skin and rain The noise continues to grow. And just when the water dripping from our hair and down onto our place seems like it can hold no more the rain faces we take refuge in a crowded corner. With stops. The drum has finished its song. The sky hands clasped around hot chocolates to keep

clears as though it has been sunny all along and at

the cold at bay the rain continues to beat down

the same time so does the shop. People carrying

on the roof. An echoing drum that competes on as though it has never happened, stepping with the incessant chatter that fills the tiny

out on to the watery streets to continue their

shop to bursting point. Conversations float. My day leaving behind nothing but empty mugs and ears flick between the two conversations from

plates. Leaving peace and quiet. And us, hand still

the surrounding tables. They speak in a foreign

clasped around empty mugs of hot chocolate and

language that I do not understand but for a

just watching the world carry on by.

moment I pretend that I do. My mind wanders away, leaving the humming coffee shop behind and I begin to the endless places I should be or the things I should be doing instead of hiding

3rd November 2011, 15.00


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s I was walking towards the

and so I left and walked the route

Bullring, two lads approached

in which the German market would

me from the Salvation Army. I had

be located. After the conversation

yet to buy a poppy so I let them

I had I was subconsciously noting

continue and we soon started talking

what people were wearing poppies

about the fact that England wouldn’t

and those that were not. It was very

be allowed to wear the poppy image

obvious that the older generation

on their shirt and how we thought

were the people that seemed to

this was ridiculous. The tallest lad

honor the dead more than the

remarked on how he thinks that

younger generation.

even though our country shows

This is probably likely to the fact

it’s respect for our fallen heroes, he

that my generation has no real

can’t help but notice how the 11th

connection to those of the war

day of November is being forgotten

whereas those of an elderly age may

or dismissed. I looked around as he

have lost grandparents or indeed

said this and noticed for the first time

parents in the war. It seems that

the extraordinarily large amount of

people have now associated the

people ignoring the other stands or

poppies with a time that is being

just not wearing a poppy at all.

forgotten whereas the truth is that

I was a bit taken back by this

we now use Remembrance Day to

realization and decided that I would

show respect to the fallen soldiers

include an image that related to

in the wars happening now.

Remembrance Day as part of my

On my return walk to the station

experiences in Birmingham. I made

I wore my poppy with pride and

this decision because I believe we

hoped that the people I passed

should embrace the day in which

would themselves take the time and

our heroes are remembered.

pay their respect in the following day,

The guys seemed to appreciate the

for we would not be where we are

time I had taken to talk to them

without those we lost.


we will remember them

hour

day

month


In America train systems are a bit different. You use a machine to collect your tickets but you rarely ever get checked. Anyways I was with my cousin and he told me not to bother getting a ticket so we didn’t. We did this for a fair few days after aswell. One morning his girlfriend offered me her monthly pass to use which I took randomly as it was a nice gesture and it just happened that that was the day I got checked. How lucky is that?


Our collective illustrations of the Bull. Mixed together to create a new look to an icon of Birmingham


I

t was the kind of rain that you could hardly see but you could feel. The rain eventually bothered me enough to speed walk towards the Bullring. On my way there I pass the usual Big Issue sellers and charity workers. For once, I didn’t see the crazy guy outside Waterstones with his basketball and wearing his headphones, shouting stuff about Michael Jackson and whatever else he constantly shouts about. I was going to H&M hoping but not expecting to see their new Versace collection. As I got there, I followed these girls who had asked where the collection was. All that was left was 3 garments and

a few accessories, so I doub’t ill be seeing any more of the collection. I left H&M and headed to the bus stop via the German Market for a brief look, before I go for a proper look closer to Christmas. It was the usual stuff, the German Beer stand was pretty popular, as well as the Bratwurst stand - which smelt amazing. I passed by the pancake stand which smelt equally amazing, by this point I’m starving, as well as feeling festive. I then headed off home. 22nd November 2011

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BBC GOOD FOOD SHOW 27.11.11

Last year, me and my Dad visited the BBC Good Food Show, and we enjoyed it so much that we booked months in advance to go to it again. This time we invited my cousin Tessa and my auntie Julie, who traveled on the train and stayed over night to get to the Show as it started. We got there within seconds of the opening time, and after Tessa and Julie put their bags in the shop’n’drop. It wasn’t so busy, giving us a head start to the stalls, and more importantly, the free samples! First sample, smoked salmon, next sample, extra mature cheddar, followed by cheeses from all over the world. Like last year, there was a whole section dedicated to The World Cheese Competiton. Massive tables covered in hundreds of cheeses that were recently judged by chief cheese-tasters. I have

no idea what constitutes the best cheese, especially after seeing some hideous, beastly looking cheeses being awarded with silver and gold. There were some gigantic Babybells, huge cubes of cheddars and minature camemberts. My Dad was outraged after reading a sign stating that all of these cheeses were deemed unfit for consumption, and that they’d all be thrown away. What a waste! We spent the next few hours wandering around endless food stalls, sampling their produce. I was excited to try the Chocolate Wine, but was instantly disappointed as it tasted nothing like chocolate and was just bitter.Whenever I passed a brownie stand I was drawn straight to it, grabbing the samples, buying a whole box of them. My aim was to leave the show with a bottle of Liqueur - initially a bottle of Cream Cutie liqueur, but as they weren’t here this year, I was on the

hunt for another brand, just as good. Thanks to the Thorntons stand, I managed to buy a nice bottle of rich chocolate liqueur, I couldn’t turn it down! I was sold on the sample. Another drink I sampled was Flora Tea, an oriental floral tea. It was like nothing I ever tasted, it was so refreshing and calming, and tasted like it’s scent, just beautiful, but I couldn’t give in to the heavy price tag. It was nearing 1:00 and the place was really filling up, walking pace turned to snail pace, and you had to push to the front of the crowd to try any samples. But I was prepared for it, and had a great time exploring new food and drink. Dad and Julie were in heaven, tasting all the alcohol. The whole day consisted of 8 hours walking, tasting, purchasing, and watching Materchef live topped it all off nicely. Will be there next year for sure all 4 of us.


PIGEONS THEY’RE JUST BLOODY

RATS WITH WINGS


WHAT IS ART I THINK THAT ART IS AN INDIVIDUALS WAY OF EXPRESSING THEMSELVES WHILE AT THE SAME TIME ALLOWING THEIR CHILDLIKE

CREATIVITY TO FLOURISH. CREATING ART IS NOT MAKING A PRETTY PICTURE THAT EVERYBODY WILL LOVE BUT

IS ABOUT CREATING A PIECE OF WORK THAT WILL CREATE AN EMOTIONAL RESPONSE IN ANYBODY THAT EXPERIENCES THE ART. THIS COULD BE AS SIMPLE AS THEM LIKING OR

DISLIKING IT OR AS COMPLEX AS THEM BEING

INSPIRED OR DISCOURAGED INTO FOLLOWING AN ACTION. IT MAY CONTAIN

A CERTAIN MESSAGE THAT YOU HAVE HIDDEN AWAY OR A MESSAGE THAT YOU HAVE MADE OVERLY OBVIOUS IN ORDER TO EXAGERATE

THE POINT. IMAGE MAKING ART IS GENRALLY A WAY OF COMPOSING COLOURS AND SHAPES

INTO A FORM THAT IS AESTHETICALLY

PLEASING TO EITHER YOURSELF OR ANOTHER PERSON

ALL IN ALL ART IS WHATEVER YOU WANT IT TO BE


TheEND of theBEGINNING

TheTEAM

We hope that you have enjoyed our illustrative

Magazine Editor: BECKY GIBSON

journey through Birmingham, as much as we

Content Editor: CHRIS DEWAINE

enjoyed making it for you.

Art Director & Designer: HELEN GREEN Production Manager: BECKY GIBSON

All the work in this magazine is copyrighted by

Illustrators: BECKY GIBSON, HELEN GREEN & CHRIS DEWAINE

Out & About and BCU Publishers

Main writer: BECKY GIBSON Featured Writers: HELEN GREEN & CHRIS DEWAINE Ident Manager: HELEN GREEN



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