We have returned to the Dorking Folk Club and saw a couple of very good acts that came out of the 60’s and 70’s resurgence of folk and are still around to entertain us.
Bob Fox & Stu Luckel
‘One of the most innovative and highly acclaimed collaborations ever seen on the folk scene have just re-formed for a very special October tour to celebrate the 30th Anniversary of the release of their highly innovative and widely acclaimed album: "Nowt So Good'll Pass".’
Dave Burland
‘The controlled dynamism of stunning guitar playing with rich, gentle songs has proved his mastery for over 30 years. Blues, rock and roll and folk combine to make him an all-time hero of many professional folk artists.’
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
More of wot I have seen…
Spamalot
Although we had seats so high up in the gods that other people seated near by were suffering from vertigo, we still had a great time throughout all of this performance. I was totally absorbed with all of the various Monty Python references, and even though she was not a obsessive fan as I am, Sue also enjoyed the humour and spectacle.
Dead Set
This TV mini series came and went quietly in the night without too much fuss, but when we watched it we found it a very good example of its genre. We are not horror enthusiasts (in fact Sue jumps at her own shadow) but we managed to make our way through the series (all be it with a heightened pulse rate and a slight hand tremor). The way it was shot helped with the horror as quick and shaky cameras, or fleeting and fast moving action implied more than it revealed and allowed the viewers imagination to do most of the work. References to the Big Brother show and the use of the set, presenter and some previous inmates added an extra dimension to the story.
Calendar Girls
We recently went to see this stage show version of the true life story of the Alternative WI Calendar of the nude pictures of 11 mature women. The show is currently making the rounds of provincial theatres before it transfers to the West End, and we went to see it in High Wycombe. We went with a group of friends, one of whom is a close friend of Linda Bellingham, one of the actresses in the show. And afterwards we went backstage to meet her and some of the other cast members. It was a very well written and acted show with a good set. The subject matter was close to the hearts of all of us there who had lost someone dear to us recently and we all shed a tear or two in amongst the many moments of laughter.
Although we had seats so high up in the gods that other people seated near by were suffering from vertigo, we still had a great time throughout all of this performance. I was totally absorbed with all of the various Monty Python references, and even though she was not a obsessive fan as I am, Sue also enjoyed the humour and spectacle.
Dead Set
This TV mini series came and went quietly in the night without too much fuss, but when we watched it we found it a very good example of its genre. We are not horror enthusiasts (in fact Sue jumps at her own shadow) but we managed to make our way through the series (all be it with a heightened pulse rate and a slight hand tremor). The way it was shot helped with the horror as quick and shaky cameras, or fleeting and fast moving action implied more than it revealed and allowed the viewers imagination to do most of the work. References to the Big Brother show and the use of the set, presenter and some previous inmates added an extra dimension to the story.
Calendar Girls
We recently went to see this stage show version of the true life story of the Alternative WI Calendar of the nude pictures of 11 mature women. The show is currently making the rounds of provincial theatres before it transfers to the West End, and we went to see it in High Wycombe. We went with a group of friends, one of whom is a close friend of Linda Bellingham, one of the actresses in the show. And afterwards we went backstage to meet her and some of the other cast members. It was a very well written and acted show with a good set. The subject matter was close to the hearts of all of us there who had lost someone dear to us recently and we all shed a tear or two in amongst the many moments of laughter.
More of wot I have read…
High Society by Ben Elton
I enjoyed this book and have found the author’s style of writing has changed over time so that he approaches this subject with some sensitivity and sophistication perhaps not apparent in all of his previous works.
‘The war on drugs has been lost. The simple fact is that the whole world is rapidly becoming one vast criminal network. From pop stars and royal princes to crack whores and street kids, from the Groucho Club toilets to the poppy fields of Afghanistan, we are all partners in crime.
High Society is a story about Britain today, a criminal nation in which everybody is either breaking the law or knows people who do. It takes the reader on a hilarious, heartbreaking and terrifying journey through the kaleidoscope world that the law has created and from which the law.’
A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby
This is an odd but strangely captivating story with some interesting, if outlandish, characters and storyline.
‘On New Year’s Eve, four strangers make their way to the rooftop of a London apartment building called Toppers’ House. Their goal, however, is not celebration but obliteration. For various reasons, each one has decided that the time has come to put an end to his or her life. As they inadvertently meet and begin to share their stories, they find themselves citizens of a sort of independent state, where street-level laws no longer apply. And gradually, very gradually, they help one another to discover reasons to live, at least for the time being.
Hornby tells his story through the alternating, idiosyncratic voices of his four main characters. There is Maureen, the mousy, fifty-something mother of a mentally and physically incapacitated son, who has done little but care for him for the past twenty years; Martin, a disgraced former TV morning show host and ex-con; Jess, an obnoxious and explosive teenager; and JJ, the lone American in the bunch, an aspiring rock star.’
The Client by John Grisham
Another enjoyable read even though I am not necessarily a fan of the genre. The plucky young boy as the main character is interesting and the author’s obvious knowledge of criminal law makes for a good read.
‘A US state senator is dead, and a young boy is told the name of the killer - a mafia hitman, Danny "The Blade" Muldano - by Muldano's lawyer. After the lawyer's suicide, Muldano and the boy are the only people who know the killer's identity.
By the author of The Firm and The Pelican Brief.’
I enjoyed this book and have found the author’s style of writing has changed over time so that he approaches this subject with some sensitivity and sophistication perhaps not apparent in all of his previous works.
‘The war on drugs has been lost. The simple fact is that the whole world is rapidly becoming one vast criminal network. From pop stars and royal princes to crack whores and street kids, from the Groucho Club toilets to the poppy fields of Afghanistan, we are all partners in crime.
High Society is a story about Britain today, a criminal nation in which everybody is either breaking the law or knows people who do. It takes the reader on a hilarious, heartbreaking and terrifying journey through the kaleidoscope world that the law has created and from which the law.’
A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby
This is an odd but strangely captivating story with some interesting, if outlandish, characters and storyline.
‘On New Year’s Eve, four strangers make their way to the rooftop of a London apartment building called Toppers’ House. Their goal, however, is not celebration but obliteration. For various reasons, each one has decided that the time has come to put an end to his or her life. As they inadvertently meet and begin to share their stories, they find themselves citizens of a sort of independent state, where street-level laws no longer apply. And gradually, very gradually, they help one another to discover reasons to live, at least for the time being.
Hornby tells his story through the alternating, idiosyncratic voices of his four main characters. There is Maureen, the mousy, fifty-something mother of a mentally and physically incapacitated son, who has done little but care for him for the past twenty years; Martin, a disgraced former TV morning show host and ex-con; Jess, an obnoxious and explosive teenager; and JJ, the lone American in the bunch, an aspiring rock star.’
The Client by John Grisham
Another enjoyable read even though I am not necessarily a fan of the genre. The plucky young boy as the main character is interesting and the author’s obvious knowledge of criminal law makes for a good read.
‘A US state senator is dead, and a young boy is told the name of the killer - a mafia hitman, Danny "The Blade" Muldano - by Muldano's lawyer. After the lawyer's suicide, Muldano and the boy are the only people who know the killer's identity.
By the author of The Firm and The Pelican Brief.’
Monday, September 08, 2008
The need for speed…
Our company co-hosted a corporate event with one of our customers at the Brands Hatch racing track where the MG Car Club was having a club day. We had a suite of our own with food and drinks laid on and a view of the whole circuit before us. Each race had it’s drama with many a crash and spin off that although looking quite frightening luckily didn’t seem to result in any injuries (other than dented pride and wounded wallets). We were also able to walk around where the competitors had their cars arranged and could watch as they tweaked and tuned them as they tried to get the last drop of performance out of them. The majority of the cars were naturally MGs, the earliest seemed to be a 1940’s MG TC and the latest a group of MG Z hatchbacks. There were also many other marquees there, including Triumph, Jaguar Austin-Healey and number of TVRs
Although I am not much of a petrol head it was still quite and interesting day and I think everyone enjoyed themselves.
Although I am not much of a petrol head it was still quite and interesting day and I think everyone enjoyed themselves.
Green fingered success…
When we moved to the village we joined a few clubs so that we could meet people and integrate better into the community, through the local Gardener’s Club we were encouraged to have a go at entering something into their competition. We are still struggling to improve the ground at our allotment so that it will be better for growing vegetables and the wet weather has caused many problems for them and the flowers in our garden that we were not sure we would have anything to enter. But we managed to get together enough for half a dozen entries and we even had some minor success with a first and two thirds for the fruit and vegetables. We made some mistakes with our flower entries but our fern in a pot was the only one entered in that category and so was placed.
It seems there are few regulars who do well every year and the awards were split between a small number of exhibiters, still we offered some support and encouraging words so we might try again in the spring.
It seems there are few regulars who do well every year and the awards were split between a small number of exhibiters, still we offered some support and encouraging words so we might try again in the spring.
Wave your arms like you just don’t care…
A few of the ‘boys’ got together a while ago with the intention of having a games night and we ended up playing Olympic Games and other sports on the Wii games console to much amusement.
It was so much fun that we decided to run a rematch and invite the girls along too. This time we held it our place and Sue made a one-pot meal for everyone that we enjoyed to excess. So while we waited for the food to settle we had a quick Movie game that used a DVD of film clips for some of the questions. We then cleared a space for the Wii events and tried our collective hands at several Olympic track and field games before trying other sports such as tennis, bowling and most hilariously boxing. After that we had a few goes at the Brain Trainer and called it a night.
I think the sales of the console may be set to increase come Christmas.
It was so much fun that we decided to run a rematch and invite the girls along too. This time we held it our place and Sue made a one-pot meal for everyone that we enjoyed to excess. So while we waited for the food to settle we had a quick Movie game that used a DVD of film clips for some of the questions. We then cleared a space for the Wii events and tried our collective hands at several Olympic track and field games before trying other sports such as tennis, bowling and most hilariously boxing. After that we had a few goes at the Brain Trainer and called it a night.
I think the sales of the console may be set to increase come Christmas.
Blood on the sawdust…
We took some time out one weekend and headed into town to visit the Old Operating Theatre Museum and Borough Market. I thought it might be a good idea for the three of us to spend some quality time together near where Jamie’s new job is and where he is thinking of moving to. But it seems that wandering around a food market and looking at scary bone-saws or specimens in jars is not everybody’s cup of tea. We had a tasty, though expensive, meal in the fish restaurant and an abortive look at the stalls before we had a quick look at the oldest operating theatre in the country that used to be part of the nearby Guys Hospital. It consists of a small semicircular demonstration area surrounded by steeply raked viewing platforms. Under the knife marked table sits a box of sawdust that was designed to be kicked around to capture the blood that drained from the semiconscious patient above. It is an odd museum built in the loft space of what was originally a church and the displays are quite random and unusual with what appears to be hand written notes explaining some of the exhibits.
We didn’t linger and returned home soon after.
We didn’t linger and returned home soon after.
Death’s high-kicking routine…
Recently we went to the Yvonne Arnaud theatre in Guildford to see Mort the musical, a reinterpretation of the Terry Pratchett Discworld novel with song and dance. This was performed by a youth group to great acclaim and we particularly enjoyed how they managed to get a seven foot skeleton to move around the stage and talk in capitals.
The theatre itself is nicely situated along side the river and has a pleasant atmosphere in the cosy auditorium. The food in the café is also tasty and adds to the whole experience.
The theatre itself is nicely situated along side the river and has a pleasant atmosphere in the cosy auditorium. The food in the café is also tasty and adds to the whole experience.
A working man…
Jamie has found himself a job working as a Software Developer for a company based in London. He has been there for a couple of weeks now and seems to be enjoying himself. The only thing he is not enjoying is the travel to and from our place into to the city. He has been talking to a couple of friends he knew from Uni and is hoping to move in with them sometime soon.
More of wot I have read…
Do Not Pass Go by Tim Moore
A book that tells the story of London since the thirties through the 28 streets, stations and utililties of the Monopoly board . In the wonderful world of Monopoly it still only costs £50 to buy a house in Islington, you can move around London with the shake of a dice and even park your car for free. In Do Not Pass Go Tim Moore, belying his reputation as a player who always paid that £10 fine rather than take a Chance, fearlessly tackles the real thing and along the way tells the story of a game and the city that frames it. Sampling the rags and the riches he stays in a hotel in Mayfair and one in the Old Kent Road, enjoys quality time with Dr Crippen in Pentonville Prison and even winds up at the wrong end of the Water Works pipe. And, solving all the mysteries you'll have pondered whilst languishing in jail and many other you certainly wouldn't, Tim Moore reveals how Pall Mall got its name, which three addresses you won't find in your A-Z and why the sorry cul-de-sac that is Vine Street has a special place in the heart of Britain's most successful Monopoly champion.
The stirring travelogue of one man's erratic progress around those 28 stations, utilities and street, Do Not Pass Go is also an epic and lovingly researched history of London's wayward progress in the 66 years since the launch of the world's most popular board game.
A book that tells the story of London since the thirties through the 28 streets, stations and utililties of the Monopoly board . In the wonderful world of Monopoly it still only costs £50 to buy a house in Islington, you can move around London with the shake of a dice and even park your car for free. In Do Not Pass Go Tim Moore, belying his reputation as a player who always paid that £10 fine rather than take a Chance, fearlessly tackles the real thing and along the way tells the story of a game and the city that frames it. Sampling the rags and the riches he stays in a hotel in Mayfair and one in the Old Kent Road, enjoys quality time with Dr Crippen in Pentonville Prison and even winds up at the wrong end of the Water Works pipe. And, solving all the mysteries you'll have pondered whilst languishing in jail and many other you certainly wouldn't, Tim Moore reveals how Pall Mall got its name, which three addresses you won't find in your A-Z and why the sorry cul-de-sac that is Vine Street has a special place in the heart of Britain's most successful Monopoly champion.
The stirring travelogue of one man's erratic progress around those 28 stations, utilities and street, Do Not Pass Go is also an epic and lovingly researched history of London's wayward progress in the 66 years since the launch of the world's most popular board game.
More of wot I have heard…
I bought the following albums after seen the artists at the recent Womad festival. There are all probably loosely called folk, but they are quite different from each other.
The Ha’ O’ Habrahellia by Fribo
As you can tell be the name this group is not totally English in origin.
Their website states that - Fribo is a unique collaboration between three musicians from Norway, Scotland and England, who are rapidly gaining recognition and acclaim for blending their own musical styles together with sensitivity and an exuberant feel for contemporary sounds and rhythms.
The music is lively and different and perhaps a little challenging at times.
I am the Man by Simone White
I like this album very much, it is quirky, modern, and pointed and the singer has a lovely voice. I can listen to this over and over again.
After the Morning by Cara Dillon
Perhaps the most traditional of the three this Irish singer’s album is lovely and gentle collection of good melodies and good tunes.
The Ha’ O’ Habrahellia by Fribo
As you can tell be the name this group is not totally English in origin.
Their website states that - Fribo is a unique collaboration between three musicians from Norway, Scotland and England, who are rapidly gaining recognition and acclaim for blending their own musical styles together with sensitivity and an exuberant feel for contemporary sounds and rhythms.
The music is lively and different and perhaps a little challenging at times.
I am the Man by Simone White
I like this album very much, it is quirky, modern, and pointed and the singer has a lovely voice. I can listen to this over and over again.
After the Morning by Cara Dillon
Perhaps the most traditional of the three this Irish singer’s album is lovely and gentle collection of good melodies and good tunes.
Friday, August 01, 2008
More of wot I have heard…
This was probably the best Womad yet as we were bless with superb weather, a greatly improved site, good food music and company. All together there were twenty of us in five huge tents with a couple of gazebos for cover outside. We would eat breakfast together and study the line-up for the day. The kids would often spend time in the Children’s Area making crafts, listening to stories or learning new skills such as juggling or kite flying. The rest of the group would split up according to what artists they wanted to see and we would meet up during the day at various events often getting together later on when the wine and nibbles came out.
WOMAD REVIEW - BY JANE CORNWELL
There were a many and varied list of artists at this years Womad and we managed to see a lot more this year as the weather was kinder than last year’s ‘Womud’.
Sue and the girls particularly enjoyed their Chic disco fix, and I found it hard to choose between the gentle folk meanderings of Fribo and the pumping Ska rhythms of Babylon Circus. We also really enjoyed the sweet voices of Devon Sproule and of Simone White in our favourite new Little Sicily tent.
Of the rest we enjoyed Squeeze and knew almost all of the songs, Sharon Shannon Big Band feat Shane MacGowan, Damien Dempsey & Mundy who played a foot-stomping ceilidh (kay-lee), Asere and their sultry Cuban rhythms and Cara Dillon and her sweet Irish folk.
We had an unexpected treat watching a couple of friends in a dance competition where they need to dance with a potato pressed between their foreheads as Sarah Savoy & the Francadians played in the Taste the World tent.
We also saw Ernest Ranglin, Dengue Fever, Eddy Grant & the Frontline Orchestra, Orchestra Baobab, Martha Wainwright, Finley Quaye, Hossam Ramzy & his Epyptian Orchestra and Justin Adams & Julideh Camara.
I have already bought several CDs and I have a few more in my wish list for later.
We have all set our minds on returning for next year’s event.
WOMAD REVIEW - BY JANE CORNWELL
There were a many and varied list of artists at this years Womad and we managed to see a lot more this year as the weather was kinder than last year’s ‘Womud’.
Sue and the girls particularly enjoyed their Chic disco fix, and I found it hard to choose between the gentle folk meanderings of Fribo and the pumping Ska rhythms of Babylon Circus. We also really enjoyed the sweet voices of Devon Sproule and of Simone White in our favourite new Little Sicily tent.
Of the rest we enjoyed Squeeze and knew almost all of the songs, Sharon Shannon Big Band feat Shane MacGowan, Damien Dempsey & Mundy who played a foot-stomping ceilidh (kay-lee), Asere and their sultry Cuban rhythms and Cara Dillon and her sweet Irish folk.
We had an unexpected treat watching a couple of friends in a dance competition where they need to dance with a potato pressed between their foreheads as Sarah Savoy & the Francadians played in the Taste the World tent.
We also saw Ernest Ranglin, Dengue Fever, Eddy Grant & the Frontline Orchestra, Orchestra Baobab, Martha Wainwright, Finley Quaye, Hossam Ramzy & his Epyptian Orchestra and Justin Adams & Julideh Camara.
I have already bought several CDs and I have a few more in my wish list for later.
We have all set our minds on returning for next year’s event.
More of wot I have read…
Making Money by Terry Pratchett
This is the latest in the Discworld series and as with the many others that have gone before I enjoyed it. It is more of the same, which to my mind is no bad thing.
‘The Ankh-Morpork Post Office is running like . . . well, not at all like a government office. The mail is delivered promptly; meetings start and end on time; five out of six letters relegated to the Blind Letter Office ultimately wend their way to the correct addresses. Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig, former arch-swindler and confidence man, has exceeded all expectations—including his own. So it's somewhat disconcerting when Lord Vetinari summons Moist to the palace and asks, "Tell me, Mr. Lipwig, would you like to make some real money?"
Vetinari isn't talking about wages, of course. He's referring, rather, to the Royal Mint of Ankh-Morpork, a venerable institution that haas run for centuries on the hereditary employment of the Men of the Sheds and their loyal outworkers, who do make money in their spare time. Unfortunately, it costs more than a penny to make a penny, so the whole process seems somewhat counterintuitive.
Next door, at the Royal Bank, the Glooper, an "analogy machine," has scientifically established that one never has quite as much money at the end of the week as one thinks one should, and the bank's chairman, one elderly Topsy (née Turvy) Lavish, keeps two loaded crossbows at her desk. Oh, and the chief clerk is probably a vampire.
But before Moist has time to fully consider Vetinari's question, fate answers it for him. Now he's not only making money, but enemies too; he's got to spring a prisoner from jail, break into his own bank vault, stop the new manager from licking his face, and, above all, find out where all the gold has gone—otherwise, his life in banking, while very exciting, is going to be really, really short…’
This is the latest in the Discworld series and as with the many others that have gone before I enjoyed it. It is more of the same, which to my mind is no bad thing.
‘The Ankh-Morpork Post Office is running like . . . well, not at all like a government office. The mail is delivered promptly; meetings start and end on time; five out of six letters relegated to the Blind Letter Office ultimately wend their way to the correct addresses. Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig, former arch-swindler and confidence man, has exceeded all expectations—including his own. So it's somewhat disconcerting when Lord Vetinari summons Moist to the palace and asks, "Tell me, Mr. Lipwig, would you like to make some real money?"
Vetinari isn't talking about wages, of course. He's referring, rather, to the Royal Mint of Ankh-Morpork, a venerable institution that haas run for centuries on the hereditary employment of the Men of the Sheds and their loyal outworkers, who do make money in their spare time. Unfortunately, it costs more than a penny to make a penny, so the whole process seems somewhat counterintuitive.
Next door, at the Royal Bank, the Glooper, an "analogy machine," has scientifically established that one never has quite as much money at the end of the week as one thinks one should, and the bank's chairman, one elderly Topsy (née Turvy) Lavish, keeps two loaded crossbows at her desk. Oh, and the chief clerk is probably a vampire.
But before Moist has time to fully consider Vetinari's question, fate answers it for him. Now he's not only making money, but enemies too; he's got to spring a prisoner from jail, break into his own bank vault, stop the new manager from licking his face, and, above all, find out where all the gold has gone—otherwise, his life in banking, while very exciting, is going to be really, really short…’
Good night and God bless…
My Aunty J died recently after a long and courageous battle against the dreaded cancer. The end was peaceful and in her own home with family around her and was the best that could be hoped for. Uncle J and Sue were there at the end. J & T had lots of support from family and friends and from the District Nurses and the wonderful Iain Rennie Hospice at Home nurses.
J had been diagnosed seven years ago with terminal breast cancer and given 18 months; she took a lot more, which was down to her determination and positive attitude along with the supurb care she received from the NHS. Sue and I had spent a lot of time with them enjoying long drunken dinners, gardens and National Trust houses and some fantastic holidays abroad and in the UK.
The service in the local church was incredibly moving, well attended as it was by over eighty friends and family. There was music by classically trained neighbours, a song specifically requested by J was performed by the Morris group that T belonged and a eulogy by a long time friend that was all beautiful. The coffin was taken to the grave through and arch of Morris men and everybody was encouraged to witness the internment. Afterwards we congregated at the village hall and talked to each other while we partook of a great spread washed down by suitable beverages. It was an emotional and beautiful day.
Good night sweet lady, we will miss you very much.
J had been diagnosed seven years ago with terminal breast cancer and given 18 months; she took a lot more, which was down to her determination and positive attitude along with the supurb care she received from the NHS. Sue and I had spent a lot of time with them enjoying long drunken dinners, gardens and National Trust houses and some fantastic holidays abroad and in the UK.
The service in the local church was incredibly moving, well attended as it was by over eighty friends and family. There was music by classically trained neighbours, a song specifically requested by J was performed by the Morris group that T belonged and a eulogy by a long time friend that was all beautiful. The coffin was taken to the grave through and arch of Morris men and everybody was encouraged to witness the internment. Afterwards we congregated at the village hall and talked to each other while we partook of a great spread washed down by suitable beverages. It was an emotional and beautiful day.
Good night sweet lady, we will miss you very much.
An educated man…
We were in Hull again recently, this time to witness Jamie gain his degree. Jamie, Sue, her mom and I drove up and met Jamie’s dad there where we had an enjoyable evening out at a local restaurant. The next day we gathered in the town square and, after Sue obtained some extra tickets, we all filed into the Guild Hall to watch the pomp and pageantry (it was like a scene out of Harry Potter) of the great day.
After the presentations the assembled ranks of newly qualified assembled on the steps of the monument for and address by the town-crier, photos and the ritual throwing of the mortar-boards in the air.
After the presentations the assembled ranks of newly qualified assembled on the steps of the monument for and address by the town-crier, photos and the ritual throwing of the mortar-boards in the air.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
The Prodigal Son…
Jamie has returned home to a heroes welcome after finishing at Hull University with a 2.1 in Computer Science. We went up to pick him up and collect his belongs as he moved out of student digs to bring him back home.
On the way up we stopped at Lincoln for Sue’s birthday and checked into a hotel in the old town for the night. We had a quick drink in the Wig and Mitre pub to avoid the crowd of young girls that were queuing to go into the castle for a Sugerbabes concert.
Afterwards we had a stroll around the old town along the cobbled streets alongs side buildings that date back to Roman times. Then had a an evening meal in the delightful Brown’s Pie Shop , where Sue had Scallops to start followed by Fisherman’s pie and cheese to finish. I had Haggis to start followed by Beef and Oyster pie (the most expensive pie ever at £15) and finished with jam roly-poly and custard. The meal was wonderful and we were suitable stuffed when we returned to our rooms after a nightcap again in the Wig and Mitre.
In the morning we visited the imposing Lincoln Cathedral which is a very impressive structure both outside and in, only marred a little by the use of plastic chairs for seating.
We journeyed on towards Hull, crossing the more modern and no less impressive construction that is the Humber Bridge and met Jamie.
It took a great deal of time and clever packing to fit all of Jamie’s possessions in the car and an even more time to ensure that the place was left clean and tidy before we set off for the long trip back home.
We will be returning to Hull the following week for his graduation and then Jamie flies off to Spain for a holiday before come back home and starting to look for a job.
On the way up we stopped at Lincoln for Sue’s birthday and checked into a hotel in the old town for the night. We had a quick drink in the Wig and Mitre pub to avoid the crowd of young girls that were queuing to go into the castle for a Sugerbabes concert.
Afterwards we had a stroll around the old town along the cobbled streets alongs side buildings that date back to Roman times. Then had a an evening meal in the delightful Brown’s Pie Shop , where Sue had Scallops to start followed by Fisherman’s pie and cheese to finish. I had Haggis to start followed by Beef and Oyster pie (the most expensive pie ever at £15) and finished with jam roly-poly and custard. The meal was wonderful and we were suitable stuffed when we returned to our rooms after a nightcap again in the Wig and Mitre.
In the morning we visited the imposing Lincoln Cathedral which is a very impressive structure both outside and in, only marred a little by the use of plastic chairs for seating.
We journeyed on towards Hull, crossing the more modern and no less impressive construction that is the Humber Bridge and met Jamie.
It took a great deal of time and clever packing to fit all of Jamie’s possessions in the car and an even more time to ensure that the place was left clean and tidy before we set off for the long trip back home.
We will be returning to Hull the following week for his graduation and then Jamie flies off to Spain for a holiday before come back home and starting to look for a job.
More of wot I have read…
The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith
This is a gentle and somewhat dull story that didn’t really do it for me. I couldn’t find much sympathy in the main character and was often frustrated by her stuffy middle aged, middle class attitudes.
‘Behind Edinburgh’s regimented Georgian facades, its moral compasses are spinning with greed, dishonesty, lust and murderous intent. Isabel Dalhousie knows this. Isabel, in fact, rather relishes it. An accomplished philosopher and editor of the Review of Applied Ethics, she knows all about the difference between good and bad. Which is probably why, by instinct, she is an amateur sleuth. And instinct tells her the man who tumbled to his death in front of her eyes after a concert in the Usher Hall didn’t fall. He was pushed.
And whatever Isabel lacks in official status, she more than makes up for with accomplices and contacts: there’s her housekeeper Grace, whose applied philosophy is that the Edinburgh way is right and the way of the world is wrong; her beautiful niece Cat; and Cat’s ex boyfriend, Jamie, who is leading Isabel to review her own ethics in the sexual attraction market…’
This is a gentle and somewhat dull story that didn’t really do it for me. I couldn’t find much sympathy in the main character and was often frustrated by her stuffy middle aged, middle class attitudes.
‘Behind Edinburgh’s regimented Georgian facades, its moral compasses are spinning with greed, dishonesty, lust and murderous intent. Isabel Dalhousie knows this. Isabel, in fact, rather relishes it. An accomplished philosopher and editor of the Review of Applied Ethics, she knows all about the difference between good and bad. Which is probably why, by instinct, she is an amateur sleuth. And instinct tells her the man who tumbled to his death in front of her eyes after a concert in the Usher Hall didn’t fall. He was pushed.
And whatever Isabel lacks in official status, she more than makes up for with accomplices and contacts: there’s her housekeeper Grace, whose applied philosophy is that the Edinburgh way is right and the way of the world is wrong; her beautiful niece Cat; and Cat’s ex boyfriend, Jamie, who is leading Isabel to review her own ethics in the sexual attraction market…’
More of wot I have heard…
The Boy Bands Have Won by Chumbawamba
This is one of the best finds for some time and has been played often to family and friends. They are a very sincere and considered band (some times edging towards ‘right-on’) with a superb craftsmanship of word and music of beautiful harmonies, skilled instrument work and joyous lyrics. They have a good time with many of there subjects and the Add Me track pokes fun at the weird and wonderful social networking trends and is a current anthem of ours.
The music has a strong folk influence and has guest performances by big names of the genre, but that shouldn’t stop anyone from giving it a go as it is not all sandals, beards and real ale.
This is one of the best finds for some time and has been played often to family and friends. They are a very sincere and considered band (some times edging towards ‘right-on’) with a superb craftsmanship of word and music of beautiful harmonies, skilled instrument work and joyous lyrics. They have a good time with many of there subjects and the Add Me track pokes fun at the weird and wonderful social networking trends and is a current anthem of ours.
The music has a strong folk influence and has guest performances by big names of the genre, but that shouldn’t stop anyone from giving it a go as it is not all sandals, beards and real ale.
Monday, June 23, 2008
More of wot I have read…
Gormenghast trilogy by Mervyn Peake 1911-1968
Titus Groan 1946
Gormenghast 1950
Titus alone 1959 – reworked after his death
This was a very difficult series of books and ultimately took me several months to stubbornly plough my way through. The exciting but complicated writing of Peake had its rewards and challenges and the increasingly surreal imagery proved difficult to overcome. I found the first book the best and the most exciting and beautifully imagined, the second became more complicated and the last book was just to way out there to really be enjoyed.
I remembered the first book being made into a TV series some time ago that thinking back on it recreated much of the gothic grandeur pretty much as I imagined whenI read it.
Moon by James Herbert
Not quite the same sort of book as what I have just been reading previously (Gormenghast) and the technology changes from when it was written did make it feel dated. But it did have some good ideas; however I can’t find enough in it to really recommend it unless you have nothing else to read.
‘He had fled from the terrors of his past, finding refuge in the quietness of the island. And for a time he lived in peace. Until the ‘sightings’ began, visions of horror seeping into his mind like poisonous tendrils, violent acts that were hideously macabre, the thoughts becoming intense.
He witnessed the grotesque acts of another, a thing that glorified in murder and mutilation, a monster that soon became aware of the observer within its own mind, and relished the contact. A creature that eventually would come to the island to seek him out…’
Titus Groan 1946
Gormenghast 1950
Titus alone 1959 – reworked after his death
This was a very difficult series of books and ultimately took me several months to stubbornly plough my way through. The exciting but complicated writing of Peake had its rewards and challenges and the increasingly surreal imagery proved difficult to overcome. I found the first book the best and the most exciting and beautifully imagined, the second became more complicated and the last book was just to way out there to really be enjoyed.
I remembered the first book being made into a TV series some time ago that thinking back on it recreated much of the gothic grandeur pretty much as I imagined whenI read it.
Moon by James Herbert
Not quite the same sort of book as what I have just been reading previously (Gormenghast) and the technology changes from when it was written did make it feel dated. But it did have some good ideas; however I can’t find enough in it to really recommend it unless you have nothing else to read.
‘He had fled from the terrors of his past, finding refuge in the quietness of the island. And for a time he lived in peace. Until the ‘sightings’ began, visions of horror seeping into his mind like poisonous tendrils, violent acts that were hideously macabre, the thoughts becoming intense.
He witnessed the grotesque acts of another, a thing that glorified in murder and mutilation, a monster that soon became aware of the observer within its own mind, and relished the contact. A creature that eventually would come to the island to seek him out…’
Cat-flap catastrophe…
Being new to the neighbourhood our cat has found that he is no longer king of the castle and he has had several run-ins with other cats – mostly limited to singing competitions in the middle of the night. But some of the cats started to come into our house to eat any left over cat food and sleep on the beds, and after a while one of them started to try and show his dominance by spraying in the house. This disturbed our cat and didn’t impress us either, so when I was at the vets I bought the most expensive cat-flap ever. Over a hundred pounds later and I was the dubious owner of a Pet Porte electronic cat-flap. This is designed to detect the cat’s microchip and only allow it in, but the problem was I had to make sure it worked with our cat’s microchip and get it programmed. Sooty is not the most sociable of cats and it usually a two person job just to put the flea drops on him, so I was not looking forward to having to ‘scan’ him across this detector and still retain all of my digits. Luckily I managed to sneak up in him when he was eating and programmed it successfully. The next job was to get it into the door – and for this I fitted it where the old one came out, only now it was to high outside to be able to scan the cat successfully as there is a big step from inside to out and the flap was situated high in the door. The only solution was to some how raise the floor out side the door so that when the cat tried to get in he was within range of the scanner – so now we have a shelf on the outside of the door that looks bloody weird. All this fuss and messing with the door and manhandling of the cat had made him nervous of the whole thing so now we have to retraining him to use it. Oh joy!
Springwatch…
We were given a cute bird box a while ago and I put it up on the side of our house not expect to much from it as I was told it was in the wrong place. But we were pleasantly surprise when a couple of Blue Tits chose it to set up nest and we took to watching and listening to their progress (unfortunately as did our cat and some of the neighbouring cats too). We were rewarded with the chirping of babies and the sight of the parents busily feeding them. Unfortunately nature’s cruel hand cam into play and some of the fledglings didn’t make it. One fell out of the nest and died, and another flew into a window and was killed by our cat as it lay stunned on the ground. We think the others survived and hope that the box will prove to be attractive next year too.
Sue changes jobs…
After being a long term temp Sue has recently been made redundant, however even before she left the old job she was offered something new. Also a temp job this new work has grown and after being there for only a week or two Sue was ask to train the other staff and had been left in charge. Now the company has offered her a permanent job hinting at more responsibility. This doesn’t suit her at the moment and she will probably not take them up on their offer as ultimately Sue hopes to find work nearer to home. Nevertheless it is pretty cool to be so good at what you do that people are clambering for your services.
They actually expect me to work…
My job has an unpredictable workload as we rely on customer’s demands. I provide support to the sales staff in estimating engineered solutions to meet our client’s requirements in the industrial marketplace (mostly petrochemical and chemical sites). And at the moment with the current demand for fuel and chemicals these customers want to increase their capacity by build new sites or expanding existing ones. Of course they all want them done at the same time and over the last few year there has been a steady reduction in people with the necessary qualifications to support these industries, so that now there is not enough people to do the work.
A rambling man…
We have again enjoyed getting out into the lovely Surrey countryside (when we have the time) and have explored a few different paths. We have seen rare wild orchids on Ranmore common and have heard tales of exotic wildlife such as snakes being spotted nearby. Of course the charm of an English country walk is often enhanced by the prospect of a drink in a country pub and these too are very welcome diversions.
Garden in bloom…
Around home we have also been busy in the garden with a small veggie patch providing lots of salad greens and the flowers in the front garden starting to provide colour and scent to what was once a relatively boring patch of lawn and that has now been turned into out version of a cottage garden. We are quite please with the results though we will have to do some more tweaks now we can see what the plants look like fully grown. Now all we need is some time and good weather to be able to enjoy it.
Dig for victory…
We have had a better start this year at the allotment and have benefitted from the new shed by getting the seedlings off to a good start. The ground is still poor and this is something we are going to have to deal with over the next few years. We have a fence around the site to help stop the deer and other wildlife helping them selves to food (though I am not sure it has prevented human intervention – I am sure there were more strawberries than that!). The plots are all full now and we are having to resort to tubs and are planning to extend the available land for crops that are still to go in. Now we are starting reap our rewards with the first pickings of peas and beans and strawberries and we have high hopes for the garlic, though the potatoes seem to be suffering with the poor soil.
The Americans are coming…
Dana & Susan Robinson – This was a night of sweet music mostly written by Dana in a more modern folk style inspired by the rich American folk heritage.
Jeff Warner – He was a man who has grown up with a family that have researched American folk history and who has an obvious passion for the subject that was very inspiring. He spent time explaining the origins of the songs and showed a great knowledge and understanding.
Judy Cook – Mostly singing solo and unaccompanied, Judy had a great voice and expressed her passion for the songs she sang. Another singer who had researched the origins of the songs she sang and who was able to add a greater depth of understanding to the subject.
Mike Agranoff – Here was an entertainer who was lively and engaging whose talent for music shone out even when he was performing his more flippant of songs.
Jeff Warner – He was a man who has grown up with a family that have researched American folk history and who has an obvious passion for the subject that was very inspiring. He spent time explaining the origins of the songs and showed a great knowledge and understanding.
Judy Cook – Mostly singing solo and unaccompanied, Judy had a great voice and expressed her passion for the songs she sang. Another singer who had researched the origins of the songs she sang and who was able to add a greater depth of understanding to the subject.
Mike Agranoff – Here was an entertainer who was lively and engaging whose talent for music shone out even when he was performing his more flippant of songs.
More of wot I have heard…
Upstate Songs by Devon Sproule
Just the right side of odd, I saw this artist on the Later with Jules Holland TV show and knowing that she is scheduled to perform at Womad I picked this up to see what she was like. Charming and qwerky this album probably won’t appeal to everyone, but I like it.
Seventh Tree by Goldfrapp
This is the third album we have of them and although it is good it is not quite as good as their first (Felt Mountain). They have made an effort to try new things each time they record, which is a problem if you find one of them that you like.
Thirst for Romance by Cherry Ghost – They have some very good tunes packed into this album. I particularly like the tracks, Mathematics, 4am and People Help The People.
Just the right side of odd, I saw this artist on the Later with Jules Holland TV show and knowing that she is scheduled to perform at Womad I picked this up to see what she was like. Charming and qwerky this album probably won’t appeal to everyone, but I like it.
Seventh Tree by Goldfrapp
This is the third album we have of them and although it is good it is not quite as good as their first (Felt Mountain). They have made an effort to try new things each time they record, which is a problem if you find one of them that you like.
Thirst for Romance by Cherry Ghost – They have some very good tunes packed into this album. I particularly like the tracks, Mathematics, 4am and People Help The People.
An English country garden…
Late spring/early summer is usually a good time to start exploring the English countryside and the gardens therein and it helps us get over the long dark winter just past.
When we moved to our new house we joined a couple of clubs to meet people and get involved with the local community. One of these was the garden club and it was through them we went out to visit the Ramster Gardens . This is a large and rambling informal garden of trees and exotic flowing bushes, specialising in Azaleas and Rhododendrons. It was a very pleasant garden and a lovely day to be out wandering about.
We have been spending a lot of time with my Aunt and Uncle and we have indulged our combined interest in gardens by visiting several private gardens in the National Gardens Scheme, including:
Bledlow Manor owned by Lord and Lady Carrington and a grand and graceful garden peppered with many interesting sculptures. The aging Lord himself was on hand to great people and talk to them and as an ex-politician he had a diplomatic and engaging manner about him.
On a separate occasion we went to the Old Thatch where Enid Blyton once stayed and possibly wrote some of her famous stories. This was a delightful garden that had many elements of a traditional Cottage Garden with some more modern interpretations that fitted together with the lovely old thatched cottage.
A visit to Cublington allowed us to visit two very different gardens, one was a smaller garden behind a modern detached house that was immaculately groomed and stylishly arranged, the other was a larger more rambling affair around an old vicarage.
Later on we visited an old favourite country garden of ours, Sissinghurst, with Sue’s Mum, Auntie Vera and Sarah. We had not been here for quite some time and the gardens was as spectacular as we remembered with individual ‘rooms’ cutting the large area into more manageably sizes and creating intimate views around each corner. After strolling around the grounds we were treated to a lovely meal at Vera and Sarah’s place rounding off a lovely day.
When we moved to our new house we joined a couple of clubs to meet people and get involved with the local community. One of these was the garden club and it was through them we went out to visit the Ramster Gardens . This is a large and rambling informal garden of trees and exotic flowing bushes, specialising in Azaleas and Rhododendrons. It was a very pleasant garden and a lovely day to be out wandering about.
We have been spending a lot of time with my Aunt and Uncle and we have indulged our combined interest in gardens by visiting several private gardens in the National Gardens Scheme, including:
Bledlow Manor owned by Lord and Lady Carrington and a grand and graceful garden peppered with many interesting sculptures. The aging Lord himself was on hand to great people and talk to them and as an ex-politician he had a diplomatic and engaging manner about him.
On a separate occasion we went to the Old Thatch where Enid Blyton once stayed and possibly wrote some of her famous stories. This was a delightful garden that had many elements of a traditional Cottage Garden with some more modern interpretations that fitted together with the lovely old thatched cottage.
A visit to Cublington allowed us to visit two very different gardens, one was a smaller garden behind a modern detached house that was immaculately groomed and stylishly arranged, the other was a larger more rambling affair around an old vicarage.
Later on we visited an old favourite country garden of ours, Sissinghurst, with Sue’s Mum, Auntie Vera and Sarah. We had not been here for quite some time and the gardens was as spectacular as we remembered with individual ‘rooms’ cutting the large area into more manageably sizes and creating intimate views around each corner. After strolling around the grounds we were treated to a lovely meal at Vera and Sarah’s place rounding off a lovely day.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
The birds and the bees…
To try and get to know people in our village we made the decision to join in many of the local groups and as we had an interest in growing plants we joined the Gardener’s Club. This week we went to an organised talk on the subject of the Pollination of Flowers. We were not expecting too much but the talk was actually very well presented by a retired ex-bio-chemist who was also a very accomplished photographer. A well organised and informative talk was supported by some interesting detailed slides, though the presenter’s evolutionary, anti-creationist, attitude may have rankled with some of the church-goers in the audience. He also had a very strong opinion against the proliferation of GM technology and in particularly the way Monsanto influences American policy to the detriment of the natural order.
Again we found ourselves to be the youngest, in some cases by far, of the people there, the majority of which were long retired. Not that they were not interesting and welcoming people, it is just that we could do with meeting some more people our own age in the village.
Again we found ourselves to be the youngest, in some cases by far, of the people there, the majority of which were long retired. Not that they were not interesting and welcoming people, it is just that we could do with meeting some more people our own age in the village.
Singing for your supper…
We went out to the Croydon branch of a small restaurant chain called Little Bay for the birthday of a friend. We were in a party of five adults and three children who had all, apart from the two of us, been to this venue before.
The outside of the place was slightly unusual in that the façade looked like a ski chalet, and once inside we saw a photograph on the wall of how it used to be when it was called the Swiss Cottage. But that was before it had been taken over and the inside completely remodelled into some wild fantasy piece. The front half of the restaurant was conventionally laid out and was decorated in gaudy colours with bold designs and unusual lighting, but it was the back half of the restaurant that took our breath away. We descended down a short flight of stairs into someone’s magical interpretation of an Italian Opera house, small intimate tables in the middle of the room under grand chandeliers and surrounded by irregular booths over which were suspended theatre-like boxes with more tables and seating in them. We were shown up a steep set of stairs inlayed with lights in the shape of stars and the like to a large veranda booth where we sat around a kidney shaped table that had images of maps and other ancient looking documents plastered over it. Apparently the theme is enhanced a couple of days a week by performers wandering around singing various operatic tunes to the diners, sometimes climbing up the side of the booths or lying across the tables to serenade you. The artistic imagery around this part of the dining area was very theatrical and this was extended to the toilets where the pictures became more erotic in nature (the children had a separate loo that was decorated with more appropriate Disney characters).
Another departure from the norm for this restaurant chain is the very low prices of the food, which was as cheap as a café but with the variety of dishes that were as good as many bigger restaurants. Apparently the prices are even lower at lunch times and although I have read reports where some customers have been disappointed in other branches with the service and food, I can honestly say that we all found it quite enjoyable, and at £130 for food and drinks for the eight of us it was very reasonably priced.
The outside of the place was slightly unusual in that the façade looked like a ski chalet, and once inside we saw a photograph on the wall of how it used to be when it was called the Swiss Cottage. But that was before it had been taken over and the inside completely remodelled into some wild fantasy piece. The front half of the restaurant was conventionally laid out and was decorated in gaudy colours with bold designs and unusual lighting, but it was the back half of the restaurant that took our breath away. We descended down a short flight of stairs into someone’s magical interpretation of an Italian Opera house, small intimate tables in the middle of the room under grand chandeliers and surrounded by irregular booths over which were suspended theatre-like boxes with more tables and seating in them. We were shown up a steep set of stairs inlayed with lights in the shape of stars and the like to a large veranda booth where we sat around a kidney shaped table that had images of maps and other ancient looking documents plastered over it. Apparently the theme is enhanced a couple of days a week by performers wandering around singing various operatic tunes to the diners, sometimes climbing up the side of the booths or lying across the tables to serenade you. The artistic imagery around this part of the dining area was very theatrical and this was extended to the toilets where the pictures became more erotic in nature (the children had a separate loo that was decorated with more appropriate Disney characters).
Another departure from the norm for this restaurant chain is the very low prices of the food, which was as cheap as a café but with the variety of dishes that were as good as many bigger restaurants. Apparently the prices are even lower at lunch times and although I have read reports where some customers have been disappointed in other branches with the service and food, I can honestly say that we all found it quite enjoyable, and at £130 for food and drinks for the eight of us it was very reasonably priced.
Friday, April 04, 2008
A mixed bag…
We have had a mixed time of things recently from the lows of a family funeral to highs of parties with friends and family. We have been trying to get out and about in the countryside when we can but the weather has not been on our side as it has been quite cold and wet. The local Westcott History Group has a Good Friday walk and this year it was up to one of the sources of the nearby brook. Luckily the weather was in our favour and we had a good time with almost as many dogs on the walk as people.
The other walk we had during Easter was into Dorking to try out a couple of hostelries ending up at the Star Inn where we were so enamoured with the atmosphere we stayed for longer than perhaps we should have. When we entered there was no other patrons in and the bar maid was playing violin, but the quirky artwork on the walls and the Darlek at the end of the bar intrigued us so we encouraged her to play on as we looked about and had a drink. Other people started to trickle in and soon we found ourselves in conversation with total strangers and have a great time. The walk home was a bit of a blur and our wallets were considerably lighter but we didn’t care.
We attended the AGM of the local gardening group that we had joined so that we could meet more people in the village, though many people there also belong to the other local groups as well. It was a cheese and wine evening in the village club and we met a few new people and found out more about the village in bloom competition that will be happening. We have started to work on our front garden and I have trays of flower seedlings in the potting shed next tor the vegetables in preparation as it is possible the judges will be passing in front of our house in their route around the village.
We had a couple of people in to quote for fixing and improving our original sash windows (some of which are jammed shut or have broken cords), but the prices were more than we hoped for and it looks like it will have to be a DIY job with the possible help of a friends and family. We also think the fridge/freezer is on the way out and these built in units are quite expensive to replace.
I am still practicing the guitar, though not as much as I should as I get frustrated with the slow progress. I have also submitted my story to another publisher, though by the lack of response I guess it will be to the same end.
Now that the clocks have changed here to Summer Time we are looking forward and our hearts are lifted with the prospects to come.
The other walk we had during Easter was into Dorking to try out a couple of hostelries ending up at the Star Inn where we were so enamoured with the atmosphere we stayed for longer than perhaps we should have. When we entered there was no other patrons in and the bar maid was playing violin, but the quirky artwork on the walls and the Darlek at the end of the bar intrigued us so we encouraged her to play on as we looked about and had a drink. Other people started to trickle in and soon we found ourselves in conversation with total strangers and have a great time. The walk home was a bit of a blur and our wallets were considerably lighter but we didn’t care.
We attended the AGM of the local gardening group that we had joined so that we could meet more people in the village, though many people there also belong to the other local groups as well. It was a cheese and wine evening in the village club and we met a few new people and found out more about the village in bloom competition that will be happening. We have started to work on our front garden and I have trays of flower seedlings in the potting shed next tor the vegetables in preparation as it is possible the judges will be passing in front of our house in their route around the village.
We had a couple of people in to quote for fixing and improving our original sash windows (some of which are jammed shut or have broken cords), but the prices were more than we hoped for and it looks like it will have to be a DIY job with the possible help of a friends and family. We also think the fridge/freezer is on the way out and these built in units are quite expensive to replace.
I am still practicing the guitar, though not as much as I should as I get frustrated with the slow progress. I have also submitted my story to another publisher, though by the lack of response I guess it will be to the same end.
Now that the clocks have changed here to Summer Time we are looking forward and our hearts are lifted with the prospects to come.
Dancing boy…
Billy Elliott the musical
We were invited out to the theatre with many of Sue’s family in essence to celebrate an Aunt’s birthday, but in reality it is usual for them to get together in this way once or twice a year, often at her Uncle’s expense.
Not everybody had seen the movie and so were unsure what to expect, some of the guys were not looking forward to an evening of ballet. But the storyline of the miner’s strikes and of the tough life in a struggling northern town ensured that the show was edgy enough to counter any other sentimental elements. Overall the acting and dialog were great and the choreography was quite spectacular though one or two numbers were perhaps overlong and one or two songs were a little saccharine for everyone’s taste. There were quite a lot of expletives throughout the dialog but it was used to good comic and dramatic effect and helped emphasise the setting and mood that it could easily be overlooked, even welcomed.
Travelling into and out of town is the biggest drawback to the night and is probably the main reason (along with the big city prices) that we don’t do this more often. There are so many good shows on all the time and it is such a shame we don’t get to see more of them.
We were invited out to the theatre with many of Sue’s family in essence to celebrate an Aunt’s birthday, but in reality it is usual for them to get together in this way once or twice a year, often at her Uncle’s expense.
Not everybody had seen the movie and so were unsure what to expect, some of the guys were not looking forward to an evening of ballet. But the storyline of the miner’s strikes and of the tough life in a struggling northern town ensured that the show was edgy enough to counter any other sentimental elements. Overall the acting and dialog were great and the choreography was quite spectacular though one or two numbers were perhaps overlong and one or two songs were a little saccharine for everyone’s taste. There were quite a lot of expletives throughout the dialog but it was used to good comic and dramatic effect and helped emphasise the setting and mood that it could easily be overlooked, even welcomed.
Travelling into and out of town is the biggest drawback to the night and is probably the main reason (along with the big city prices) that we don’t do this more often. There are so many good shows on all the time and it is such a shame we don’t get to see more of them.
More of wot I have seen…
We had to visit our local library to renew our cards which would have expired as we hadn’t been since we moved to the area. While we were there the library was running an offer designed to attract people back and they were offering free DVD hire when you took out a book. So we pick the following films up.
Nacho Libre
This is a light and fun movie with the usual Jack Black slightly edgy comedy styling. Set in the unfamiliar world of a Latin American monastery it revolves around the cultural obsession with wrestling while introducing elements of forbidden love, trust and honesty and goodliness. Good for a laugh.
300
300 is a movie based on a comic reworking a tale of Spartan heroism against unbelievable odds. The imagery captures the comic feel perfectly and adds to the mythic scale of the dramatic action that wouldn’t have worked in a ‘realistic’ way. Naturally it is a bit of a boys-own type of film and won’t appeal to everybody, but for those who can remember flipping through graphic novels or still do it will probably be just up your street.
Nacho Libre
This is a light and fun movie with the usual Jack Black slightly edgy comedy styling. Set in the unfamiliar world of a Latin American monastery it revolves around the cultural obsession with wrestling while introducing elements of forbidden love, trust and honesty and goodliness. Good for a laugh.
300
300 is a movie based on a comic reworking a tale of Spartan heroism against unbelievable odds. The imagery captures the comic feel perfectly and adds to the mythic scale of the dramatic action that wouldn’t have worked in a ‘realistic’ way. Naturally it is a bit of a boys-own type of film and won’t appeal to everybody, but for those who can remember flipping through graphic novels or still do it will probably be just up your street.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Savage Worlds...
Savage Worlds
http://www.peginc.com/
http://savagepedia.wikispaces.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savage_Worlds
We have been playing a new RPG mechanics that is described as being fast and furious and that has several game variants. We have tried the standard Savage Worlds and also have a couple of different campaigns running:
Rippers – Set in an alternative Victorian world where the stories are true and Frankenstein, Van Hellsing, Jeckle and Hyde, Dracula are not just fictional and an organisation called the Rippers exists to capture the beasts that threaten society. My character is a slightly dark academic called Professor Modecai Grey.
Necessary Evil – This is and anti-superhero game where vicious aliens have conquered an alternative earth and have wiped out all of the superheroes leaving the population at their mercy. In this game you play super-villains that band together to defeat the aliens and take back the earth for their own ends. I play a super powered thief called PolterHeist who can turn invisible and intangible.
http://www.peginc.com/
http://savagepedia.wikispaces.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savage_Worlds
We have been playing a new RPG mechanics that is described as being fast and furious and that has several game variants. We have tried the standard Savage Worlds and also have a couple of different campaigns running:
Rippers – Set in an alternative Victorian world where the stories are true and Frankenstein, Van Hellsing, Jeckle and Hyde, Dracula are not just fictional and an organisation called the Rippers exists to capture the beasts that threaten society. My character is a slightly dark academic called Professor Modecai Grey.
Necessary Evil – This is and anti-superhero game where vicious aliens have conquered an alternative earth and have wiped out all of the superheroes leaving the population at their mercy. In this game you play super-villains that band together to defeat the aliens and take back the earth for their own ends. I play a super powered thief called PolterHeist who can turn invisible and intangible.
More of wot I have heard…
Seasick Steve – Dog House Music
Heard first on the Jules Holland late night music show, this artist is both visually and musically surprising. Looking like a time weary hobo and playing a guitar that looks like it came from a busker Seasick Steve manages to bring his version of southern USA blues to life in an amazing way.
Various Artists - The Imagined Village
We saw this folk super-group at last years WOMAD festival where they were performing their updated retelling of traditional tales in a very entertaining and moving way.
Ian Dury – New Boots and Panties
I heard this album again recently at a friends house and was reminded of just how good it was with the poetic lyrics of Dury and the driving rhythms of the Blockheads I just had to go out and get a copy.
Seth Lakeman – Freedom Fields
Another artist we saw at WOMAD he has been leading the charge for the new breed of musicians that are bring the traditions of folk singing up to date and to a new audience.
Bram Taylor –Song Singer
This was freebee album that we picked up when we were at our local folk club recently and is not someone I had heard of before.
Robert Plant and Alison Krauss - Raising Sand
Not a pairing that many people would have thought of but they manage to make some wonderful music together and I find personally that where I wouldn’t buy their solo stuff as a duo they are so much better.
The Fratellis - Costello Music
Good party music with more than a few catchy songs in it this album is lively and entertaining.
Feist – Let it Die
Moody and eccentric this artist has some beautiful gems in this quirky album.
Heard first on the Jules Holland late night music show, this artist is both visually and musically surprising. Looking like a time weary hobo and playing a guitar that looks like it came from a busker Seasick Steve manages to bring his version of southern USA blues to life in an amazing way.
Various Artists - The Imagined Village
We saw this folk super-group at last years WOMAD festival where they were performing their updated retelling of traditional tales in a very entertaining and moving way.
Ian Dury – New Boots and Panties
I heard this album again recently at a friends house and was reminded of just how good it was with the poetic lyrics of Dury and the driving rhythms of the Blockheads I just had to go out and get a copy.
Seth Lakeman – Freedom Fields
Another artist we saw at WOMAD he has been leading the charge for the new breed of musicians that are bring the traditions of folk singing up to date and to a new audience.
Bram Taylor –Song Singer
This was freebee album that we picked up when we were at our local folk club recently and is not someone I had heard of before.
Robert Plant and Alison Krauss - Raising Sand
Not a pairing that many people would have thought of but they manage to make some wonderful music together and I find personally that where I wouldn’t buy their solo stuff as a duo they are so much better.
The Fratellis - Costello Music
Good party music with more than a few catchy songs in it this album is lively and entertaining.
Feist – Let it Die
Moody and eccentric this artist has some beautiful gems in this quirky album.
More of wot I have seen…
Since we have got a new PVR we have been recording various TV programs instead of watching them live. We are currently into a few shows such as:
Shameless
This is a wonderful tragic comedy about no-hope families living in a dead-end council estate world as they struggle with life. Superbly scripted and acted the often poignant storylines that tug at the heart even as you laugh out loud.
Jericho
This is a bit of a sleeper series that I caught by accident and am now hooked on. A small-town America backwater is spared from nuclear apocalypse and must now struggle to come to terms with what happened as it struggles for survival. Refugees, villains, heroes and mystery and intrigue all drift towards the town with dramatic results.
Torchwood
More adult than it’s parent show Dr Who and with more than a hint of cheese this show is not every bodies cup of tea, but I think it is a nice turn in escapism with a slightly risqué edge.
30 Rock
A good sit-com from the US set in a film studio located at 30 Rockefeller Plaza. It has a sharp and bouncy script with wonderfully quirky characters that rattle along from gag to gag.
The Last Enemy
A gritty and dark mystery that plays on the fears of many a British citizen in this current climate of terror where it sometime feels like it is hard to identify the good guys from the bad and everybody is out to get you.
Dexter
An odd-ball show that makes you think about your own perceptions between right and wrong as you find yourself becoming sympathetic with the serial killer title character.
Ashes to Ashes
Having missed the boat with the previous Life on Mars show we were intrigued at the hype surrounding this latest incarnation and found that we were not disappointed. Nostalgic and ironic the show is lively and entertaining with some great over-the-top acting that suits it perfectly.
Lark Rise to Candleford
You know you are getting to an age when you enjoy a costume drama where nothing much happens. Great costumes, sets and delightful acting make this show a pleasant breath of fresh country air.
and now for something completely different...
The Palace
What were they think of as they made this series? In a bizarre alternative world where the British monarchy is full of corny stereotypes this so-called drama is a bit of a train-wreck and as such we found it morbidly fascinating viewing. I just can’t believe they were being serious.
Shameless
This is a wonderful tragic comedy about no-hope families living in a dead-end council estate world as they struggle with life. Superbly scripted and acted the often poignant storylines that tug at the heart even as you laugh out loud.
Jericho
This is a bit of a sleeper series that I caught by accident and am now hooked on. A small-town America backwater is spared from nuclear apocalypse and must now struggle to come to terms with what happened as it struggles for survival. Refugees, villains, heroes and mystery and intrigue all drift towards the town with dramatic results.
Torchwood
More adult than it’s parent show Dr Who and with more than a hint of cheese this show is not every bodies cup of tea, but I think it is a nice turn in escapism with a slightly risqué edge.
30 Rock
A good sit-com from the US set in a film studio located at 30 Rockefeller Plaza. It has a sharp and bouncy script with wonderfully quirky characters that rattle along from gag to gag.
The Last Enemy
A gritty and dark mystery that plays on the fears of many a British citizen in this current climate of terror where it sometime feels like it is hard to identify the good guys from the bad and everybody is out to get you.
Dexter
An odd-ball show that makes you think about your own perceptions between right and wrong as you find yourself becoming sympathetic with the serial killer title character.
Ashes to Ashes
Having missed the boat with the previous Life on Mars show we were intrigued at the hype surrounding this latest incarnation and found that we were not disappointed. Nostalgic and ironic the show is lively and entertaining with some great over-the-top acting that suits it perfectly.
Lark Rise to Candleford
You know you are getting to an age when you enjoy a costume drama where nothing much happens. Great costumes, sets and delightful acting make this show a pleasant breath of fresh country air.
and now for something completely different...
The Palace
What were they think of as they made this series? In a bizarre alternative world where the British monarchy is full of corny stereotypes this so-called drama is a bit of a train-wreck and as such we found it morbidly fascinating viewing. I just can’t believe they were being serious.
Friday, February 22, 2008
First hints of spring...
Here in the northern hemisphere we are starting to see the evidence that winter is on its way out as the days are getting longer and the spring bulbs are pushing their way through the cold ground. We now arrive and leave work in the light, though there is not much in it yet and it will be a while before we have the long hot days of summer. The snowdrops are out and in several place the crocus and early daffodils and tulips are too as trees start to show blossom and the bright green buds of new growth. When the difference between winter and summer is more marked it is a welcome sight to see these first hints of spring all full of new hope.
Working on the garden...
We have started to work on the front garden now by removing the turf and hard landscaping a path and beds ready for when we plant out. We are planning on having and English country garden and have already planted a couple of roses. Though we have also planted a rhododendron and have an olive tree and a couple of bamboos in pots we hope that most of the plants we will grow from seed in our new potting shed will be the more traditional type. We have a space set aside in front of the bay-window for a bench so that when the evening sun of summer reaches around we will be able to relax there with a glass of wine and admire our achievements.
A Valentines Ceilidh...
We have become regular attendees at the local Dorking Folk Club and as there are not many going to the sessions we almost feel compelled to go to help keep the club open. The programme alternates each week between guest acts, which are generally very good, and singer’s nights, where anyone can have a go.
Each year near Valentine’s Day the club has a ceilidh or ‘barn dance’ where participation in various traditional dances is encouraged. We went along with a couple of friends and had a very good time without a Gay Gordon or do-see-doe in sight. Even though we were some of the youngest there we found it difficult and exhausting trying to keep up with the older folk.
Each year near Valentine’s Day the club has a ceilidh or ‘barn dance’ where participation in various traditional dances is encouraged. We went along with a couple of friends and had a very good time without a Gay Gordon or do-see-doe in sight. Even though we were some of the youngest there we found it difficult and exhausting trying to keep up with the older folk.
Graffiti and confetti...
As has become a habit for us we went away this February for a long weekend break at my birthday. We have never been to Portugal before and so we based our destination on where BA flies to so that I could use up my air-miles. The biggest mistake I made was to try to maximise our time there without fully considering the implications of getting to the airport so early and not returning until so late.
The weather was very nice in the 20’s each day without a cloud in the sky. But even the bright light and comfortable temperatures could disguise the grey and decayed feel of the city. We had chosen a cheep hotel in the ‘bohemian’ part of town but we were not prepared for the level of graffiti that covered everything. It seems that there is a tradition of painting slogans and pasting posters on all surfaces to advertise or politicise something or another. The streets were other wise generally clean with the only litter being confetti – either they have many weddings or we had just missed some sort of festival.
There are some very nice historical monuments and the old electric tram was an enjoyable and more sedate way of travelling between them. We were lucky enough to catch the equivalent of the changing of the guard at Belem when we went to visit the lovely monastery and ornate tower.
We had hoped for some good food and drink while we were there, but that too just missed the mark as it was a little more expensive than we expected and a little less exciting. Nevertheless it was still a nice and very welcomed break after the long dark winter and we came back refreshed and read to go.
The weather was very nice in the 20’s each day without a cloud in the sky. But even the bright light and comfortable temperatures could disguise the grey and decayed feel of the city. We had chosen a cheep hotel in the ‘bohemian’ part of town but we were not prepared for the level of graffiti that covered everything. It seems that there is a tradition of painting slogans and pasting posters on all surfaces to advertise or politicise something or another. The streets were other wise generally clean with the only litter being confetti – either they have many weddings or we had just missed some sort of festival.
There are some very nice historical monuments and the old electric tram was an enjoyable and more sedate way of travelling between them. We were lucky enough to catch the equivalent of the changing of the guard at Belem when we went to visit the lovely monastery and ornate tower.
We had hoped for some good food and drink while we were there, but that too just missed the mark as it was a little more expensive than we expected and a little less exciting. Nevertheless it was still a nice and very welcomed break after the long dark winter and we came back refreshed and read to go.
More of wot I have read…
A hat full of sky by Terry Pratchett
Although this series of books is aimed at the teen market I am such a fan of this author that I tend to get everything he has published. I enjoy his sense of humour and writing style and I feel comfortable with his world and characters. If you have any youngsters who are into fantasy literature you could do worse than buy this for them.
‘Something is coming after Tiffany...
Tiffany Aching is ready to begin her apprenticeship in magic. She expects spells and magic -- not chores and ill-tempered nanny goats! Surely there must be more to witchcraft than this!
What Tiffany doesn't know is that an insidious, disembodied creature is pursuing her. This time, neither Mistress Weatherwax (the greatest witch in the world) nor the fierce, six-inch-high Wee Free Men can protect her. In the end, it will take all of Tiffany's inner strength to save herself ... if it can be done at all.’
Exclusion Zone by John Nichol
I think we got this book from either a jumble sale or from a charity shop as it would not normally be a subject of choice. The author is one of the many ex-military types who have since retired from the services and have become very successful writers. He has the dubious reputation as one of the pilots that was shot down and paraded on Iraqi TV.
The story is what it is, a boys-own action story of daring do in the skies, and although some of it still has some Biggles elements it does have a good pace and the fight sequences have a good degree of tension and drama.
‘The Falklands, 1999 – a vital strategic stronghold in the South Atlantic, and a prize gem in the oil-rich Antarctic. For RAF pilot Sean Riever it is a place of ghosts. For Jane Clark, the only female in the squadron, a place of tough decisions.
An air of menace hangs over the desolate, battle-scarred landscape; present dangers and past mysteries lurk in the shadows on the skyline. And Sean’s compulsion to live up to a legendary hero leads him towards a woman whose loneliness matches his own.
Then a Royal Navy nuclear submarine disappears, and Argentine jet fighters penetrate the Exclusion Zone. As Sean and his companions stave off wave after wave of enemy attacks, their fight to protect the islands becomes an epic battle for survival – in which victory can only be achieved at a terrible price…’
I am Legend by Richard Matheson
Although I have not seen any of the various cinematic adaptations of this story, one can’t fail to be aware of the Will Smith extravaganza that is its latest incarnation. The original book is more of a short-story and consequently is rather thin on detail and as is often the case with older sci-fi it is quite dated. As there is only one main character it is quite problematic that he is not very likable, but I guess that is deliberate to support the stories ultimate conclusions.
‘Robert Neville is the last living man on Earth… …but he is not alone. Every other man, Woman, and child on Earth has become a vampire, and they are all hungry for Neville’s blood.
By day, he is the hunter, stalking the sleeping undead through the abandoned ruins of civilisation. By night, he barricades himself in his home and prays for the dawn.
How long can one man survive in a world of vampires?’
The Storm by Boris Starling
Another author I was previously unaware of though he has had success with his Messiah story that in turn spawned the TV series, which also passed me by. I am not a great fan of the crime genre so it was up against it from the start. The writing was very cinematic and it would probably do well on the small screen, but as a novel it lacked some subtly and was a little too contrived and extreme for my tastes.
‘Elemental rage, bloody Greek myth, man's greed and capacity for cruelty, the insane imaginings of a killer, all intermingle in this stunning new thriller from the bestselling author of Messiah to create a novel of stunning ferocity.
A storm-tossed crossing on the North Sea; a catastrophic ferry accident; hundreds dead. Detective Chief Inspector Kate Beauchamp is one of the survivors but her ferocious fight to stay alive brings with it a high cost: a burden of guilt that she should live while some of her friends died; a terror of water; a frozen inner core that never seems to melt. When the body of a young female journalist is found in Aberdeen soon after the disaster, Kate insists on conducting the investigation -- partly to exorcize her own demons, partly because she feels a strange affinity with the victim. The killing is peculiarly brutal and the murderer has left a unique calling card: attached to the woman's neck is a poisonous snake.
Into this emotional cauldron steps the last man on earth Kate wants to see -- her estranged father, Frank, in Aberdeen to conduct the marine inquiry into the sinking. Was the disaster the result of a bomb, as claimed by the ferry-line's chairman, or is he trying to hide something? In a sweltering heatwave, Kate and Frank conduct their highly pressured investigations. But for both of them, danger is approaching fast -- a vortex of violence which will sweep them up and endanger their very lives’.
Traveller by Ron McLarty
I picked this book up in an airport after I had finished my holiday book and needed something for the journey home. I found myself getting sucked into this book and enjoyed the characterisations and general feel of the story very much. Apparently this author is an actor in America, though I can’t place him, and he has done a few books with mixed critical acclaim. I would recommend it for a quick read if you have nothing else on the go.
‘When Jono Riley receives a letter that a childhood friend, Marie, has died, the 50-something third-rate actor and bartender leaves New York to visit his hometown of Providence, R.I. His search for answers surrounding her death leads Riley on a long and winding trip through old memories to discover the person responsible.
Narrator-turned-author McLarty delivers a sophomore novel that is more than just a simple mystery. The suspense doesn't drive the story but rather Riley's recounting of his adolescent years from the death of his father to his return from Vietnam. These nostalgic flashbacks of street life in Providence in the 1960s capture certain universal aspects that all listeners can appreciate. McLarty voices this first-person story with all the adeptness one would expect from an experienced narrator and author. His vocal characterizations provide added presence to many of his colorful characters and he delivers exposition with great attention to detail. He shines best with emotional displays from Jono and the other characters.’
Although this series of books is aimed at the teen market I am such a fan of this author that I tend to get everything he has published. I enjoy his sense of humour and writing style and I feel comfortable with his world and characters. If you have any youngsters who are into fantasy literature you could do worse than buy this for them.
‘Something is coming after Tiffany...
Tiffany Aching is ready to begin her apprenticeship in magic. She expects spells and magic -- not chores and ill-tempered nanny goats! Surely there must be more to witchcraft than this!
What Tiffany doesn't know is that an insidious, disembodied creature is pursuing her. This time, neither Mistress Weatherwax (the greatest witch in the world) nor the fierce, six-inch-high Wee Free Men can protect her. In the end, it will take all of Tiffany's inner strength to save herself ... if it can be done at all.’
Exclusion Zone by John Nichol
I think we got this book from either a jumble sale or from a charity shop as it would not normally be a subject of choice. The author is one of the many ex-military types who have since retired from the services and have become very successful writers. He has the dubious reputation as one of the pilots that was shot down and paraded on Iraqi TV.
The story is what it is, a boys-own action story of daring do in the skies, and although some of it still has some Biggles elements it does have a good pace and the fight sequences have a good degree of tension and drama.
‘The Falklands, 1999 – a vital strategic stronghold in the South Atlantic, and a prize gem in the oil-rich Antarctic. For RAF pilot Sean Riever it is a place of ghosts. For Jane Clark, the only female in the squadron, a place of tough decisions.
An air of menace hangs over the desolate, battle-scarred landscape; present dangers and past mysteries lurk in the shadows on the skyline. And Sean’s compulsion to live up to a legendary hero leads him towards a woman whose loneliness matches his own.
Then a Royal Navy nuclear submarine disappears, and Argentine jet fighters penetrate the Exclusion Zone. As Sean and his companions stave off wave after wave of enemy attacks, their fight to protect the islands becomes an epic battle for survival – in which victory can only be achieved at a terrible price…’
I am Legend by Richard Matheson
Although I have not seen any of the various cinematic adaptations of this story, one can’t fail to be aware of the Will Smith extravaganza that is its latest incarnation. The original book is more of a short-story and consequently is rather thin on detail and as is often the case with older sci-fi it is quite dated. As there is only one main character it is quite problematic that he is not very likable, but I guess that is deliberate to support the stories ultimate conclusions.
‘Robert Neville is the last living man on Earth… …but he is not alone. Every other man, Woman, and child on Earth has become a vampire, and they are all hungry for Neville’s blood.
By day, he is the hunter, stalking the sleeping undead through the abandoned ruins of civilisation. By night, he barricades himself in his home and prays for the dawn.
How long can one man survive in a world of vampires?’
The Storm by Boris Starling
Another author I was previously unaware of though he has had success with his Messiah story that in turn spawned the TV series, which also passed me by. I am not a great fan of the crime genre so it was up against it from the start. The writing was very cinematic and it would probably do well on the small screen, but as a novel it lacked some subtly and was a little too contrived and extreme for my tastes.
‘Elemental rage, bloody Greek myth, man's greed and capacity for cruelty, the insane imaginings of a killer, all intermingle in this stunning new thriller from the bestselling author of Messiah to create a novel of stunning ferocity.
A storm-tossed crossing on the North Sea; a catastrophic ferry accident; hundreds dead. Detective Chief Inspector Kate Beauchamp is one of the survivors but her ferocious fight to stay alive brings with it a high cost: a burden of guilt that she should live while some of her friends died; a terror of water; a frozen inner core that never seems to melt. When the body of a young female journalist is found in Aberdeen soon after the disaster, Kate insists on conducting the investigation -- partly to exorcize her own demons, partly because she feels a strange affinity with the victim. The killing is peculiarly brutal and the murderer has left a unique calling card: attached to the woman's neck is a poisonous snake.
Into this emotional cauldron steps the last man on earth Kate wants to see -- her estranged father, Frank, in Aberdeen to conduct the marine inquiry into the sinking. Was the disaster the result of a bomb, as claimed by the ferry-line's chairman, or is he trying to hide something? In a sweltering heatwave, Kate and Frank conduct their highly pressured investigations. But for both of them, danger is approaching fast -- a vortex of violence which will sweep them up and endanger their very lives’.
Traveller by Ron McLarty
I picked this book up in an airport after I had finished my holiday book and needed something for the journey home. I found myself getting sucked into this book and enjoyed the characterisations and general feel of the story very much. Apparently this author is an actor in America, though I can’t place him, and he has done a few books with mixed critical acclaim. I would recommend it for a quick read if you have nothing else on the go.
‘When Jono Riley receives a letter that a childhood friend, Marie, has died, the 50-something third-rate actor and bartender leaves New York to visit his hometown of Providence, R.I. His search for answers surrounding her death leads Riley on a long and winding trip through old memories to discover the person responsible.
Narrator-turned-author McLarty delivers a sophomore novel that is more than just a simple mystery. The suspense doesn't drive the story but rather Riley's recounting of his adolescent years from the death of his father to his return from Vietnam. These nostalgic flashbacks of street life in Providence in the 1960s capture certain universal aspects that all listeners can appreciate. McLarty voices this first-person story with all the adeptness one would expect from an experienced narrator and author. His vocal characterizations provide added presence to many of his colorful characters and he delivers exposition with great attention to detail. He shines best with emotional displays from Jono and the other characters.’
Thursday, January 10, 2008
New Year Resolutions 2008…
The plan is that if I write my New Year resolutions down then perhaps I will do something about them.
Learn Guitar: I bought an acoustic guitar nearly two years ago and had planned to take lessons, but that never happened, so this year I want to rectify this and would like to be able to play at least one song by Christmas.
Continue Writing: I was discouraged by the rejection letters I received for my first story I submitted when we were in NZ. This year I want to re-work that children’s novel and have it submitted to different publishers here in the UK by Christmas and I also hope to start developing other ideas.
Do more Artwork: I would like to spend more time painting and drawing and I hope to have a picture done that is suitable for display in our lounge by the end of the year.
Exercise and Diet: We have been on a new diet for a couple of months now and it seems to be going quite well, so we want to continue with this and add more exercise to our daily life. I will try to have a walk each day, and get out into the countryside and out on the allotment more often as the weather improves.
The Garden: Now that we have a new shed and the space and equipment to grow our own plants I hope to develop the front garden by digging up the lawn, replacing it with a hard path between beds of home-grown English country garden flowers and installing a bench for us to sit and admire the view. This needs to be done by summertime along with developing the vegetable plot at the back of the rear garden and continuing with the development of the allotment.
Looking at these objectives now makes me worried about where I am going to get the all time as we already seem to be busy with other things. I guess it will mean I will also need to be more efficient with my time and try to avoid ‘wasting’ it with less productive activities such as watching TV.
I will let you know of my progress (or lack thereof) during the year.
Learn Guitar: I bought an acoustic guitar nearly two years ago and had planned to take lessons, but that never happened, so this year I want to rectify this and would like to be able to play at least one song by Christmas.
Continue Writing: I was discouraged by the rejection letters I received for my first story I submitted when we were in NZ. This year I want to re-work that children’s novel and have it submitted to different publishers here in the UK by Christmas and I also hope to start developing other ideas.
Do more Artwork: I would like to spend more time painting and drawing and I hope to have a picture done that is suitable for display in our lounge by the end of the year.
Exercise and Diet: We have been on a new diet for a couple of months now and it seems to be going quite well, so we want to continue with this and add more exercise to our daily life. I will try to have a walk each day, and get out into the countryside and out on the allotment more often as the weather improves.
The Garden: Now that we have a new shed and the space and equipment to grow our own plants I hope to develop the front garden by digging up the lawn, replacing it with a hard path between beds of home-grown English country garden flowers and installing a bench for us to sit and admire the view. This needs to be done by summertime along with developing the vegetable plot at the back of the rear garden and continuing with the development of the allotment.
Looking at these objectives now makes me worried about where I am going to get the all time as we already seem to be busy with other things. I guess it will mean I will also need to be more efficient with my time and try to avoid ‘wasting’ it with less productive activities such as watching TV.
I will let you know of my progress (or lack thereof) during the year.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Xmas and New Year…
We had a busy festive break focused on family and friends where we visited my Aunt and Uncle across Christmas and then hosted Sue’s family and our friends at our home. Jamie came down and spent a few days with us and also jetted off to Spain for a visit. We did manage to have a couple of days just to ourselves to relax and recover and to walk in the countryside but as usual it went all too quickly and we are now back into the work groove again, looking forward to our next break.
More of wot I have read…
Tears of the Giraffe by Alexander McCall-Smith
This was an interesting book mostly for the author’s ability to portray the characters voice in such a convincing way. I felt that I had been exposed to a culture and world that I knew little of in such a way that I believe I have now learned something about it and can better appreciate it. It is a short and gentle read that is sweet and witty that makes me want to read the rest of the books in the series. I first became aware of the author several years ago from his Scotland Road stories which are also quirky and interesting.
‘In this instalment of the charmingly entertaining adventures of Botswana’s premier female detective, it’s going to take all Precious Ramotswe’s intuition and eminent sensibility to crack her toughest case yet: the decade-old disappearance of an American on the edge of the Kalahari.
What’s more, she must attend to concerns closer to home: the promotion of her secretary Mma Makutsi to the dizzy heights of Assistant Detective; her impending marriage to the wonderful Mr J. L. B. Matekoni; the trouble caused by his unscrupulous maid; and the unexpected arrival of not one but two additions to the Matekoni family.’
Exit Music by Ian Rankin
This is the first book by this author that I have read as it was given to me by a colleague at work and would not necessarily have been my choice of reading material. It is also the last of the Rebus series which has been going for some time spawning a TV series which I have also managed to miss. As it was I found myself being drawn into the story and enjoying the detailed and lovingly portrayed description of the city as the engaging characters moved around it.
‘It's late autumn in Edinburgh and late autumn in the career of Detective Inspector John Rebus. As he tries to tie up some loose ends before retirement, a murder case intrudes. A dissident Russian poet has been found dead in what looks like a mugging gone wrong. By apparent coincidence a high-level delegation of Russian businessmen is in town, keen to bring business to Scotland. The politicians and bankers who run Edinburgh are determined that the case should be closed quickly and clinically.
But the further they dig, the more Rebus and his colleague DS Siobhan Clarke become convinced that they are dealing with something more than a random attack - especially after a particularly nasty second killing. Meantime, a brutal and premeditated assault on local gangster 'Big Ger' Cafferty sees Rebus in the frame. Has the Inspector taken a step too far in tying up those loose ends? Only a few days shy of the end to his long, inglorious career, will Rebus even make it that far?’
This was an interesting book mostly for the author’s ability to portray the characters voice in such a convincing way. I felt that I had been exposed to a culture and world that I knew little of in such a way that I believe I have now learned something about it and can better appreciate it. It is a short and gentle read that is sweet and witty that makes me want to read the rest of the books in the series. I first became aware of the author several years ago from his Scotland Road stories which are also quirky and interesting.
‘In this instalment of the charmingly entertaining adventures of Botswana’s premier female detective, it’s going to take all Precious Ramotswe’s intuition and eminent sensibility to crack her toughest case yet: the decade-old disappearance of an American on the edge of the Kalahari.
What’s more, she must attend to concerns closer to home: the promotion of her secretary Mma Makutsi to the dizzy heights of Assistant Detective; her impending marriage to the wonderful Mr J. L. B. Matekoni; the trouble caused by his unscrupulous maid; and the unexpected arrival of not one but two additions to the Matekoni family.’
Exit Music by Ian Rankin
This is the first book by this author that I have read as it was given to me by a colleague at work and would not necessarily have been my choice of reading material. It is also the last of the Rebus series which has been going for some time spawning a TV series which I have also managed to miss. As it was I found myself being drawn into the story and enjoying the detailed and lovingly portrayed description of the city as the engaging characters moved around it.
‘It's late autumn in Edinburgh and late autumn in the career of Detective Inspector John Rebus. As he tries to tie up some loose ends before retirement, a murder case intrudes. A dissident Russian poet has been found dead in what looks like a mugging gone wrong. By apparent coincidence a high-level delegation of Russian businessmen is in town, keen to bring business to Scotland. The politicians and bankers who run Edinburgh are determined that the case should be closed quickly and clinically.
But the further they dig, the more Rebus and his colleague DS Siobhan Clarke become convinced that they are dealing with something more than a random attack - especially after a particularly nasty second killing. Meantime, a brutal and premeditated assault on local gangster 'Big Ger' Cafferty sees Rebus in the frame. Has the Inspector taken a step too far in tying up those loose ends? Only a few days shy of the end to his long, inglorious career, will Rebus even make it that far?’
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