Friday, January 31, 2014

More of wot I have heard…



The Ash & Clay by The Milk Carton Kids

Described as an indie folk duo from California The Milk Carton Kids have a charming and accessible sound the has hints of performers gone by such as Simon & Garfunkel. They are however from a contemporary mould that includes popular artists such as the Mumford’s or Gillian Welch.

It is a very pleasing album and I recommending it heartily.

Top of the Town…



We were gifted a visit to observation deck of the Shard, the tallest building in London, and so we went earlier in the year.

Luckily the day we went was ideal with clear, bright wintery skies.

The view from the top was quite stunning and we could see for many miles around and we spent some time pinpointing landmarks far and wide. With the exception of a couple of other tall buildings the height of the viewing deck rendered much of the scenery to a flat, almost two dimensional, carpet below us and to some extent you get a more dramatic skyline from the London Eye. Nevertheless it did give a fine view over the capital and showed the river Thames winding its way through it in a pleasing way.

The building is interesting and the architectural conceits of jagged sheets of glass and partly exposed areas was quite enjoyable though I am not sure it is really worth the exorbitant price tag they are asking. Luckily for the gift as we might not have paid for ourselves otherwise.

We took advantage of being in town to meet up with Jamie and together we had a drink and walked along the south bank of the river and had a meal at the delightful dim-sum restaurant called Ping Pong.

More of wot I have read…




This is the second book from this author and I was eager to read it as I enjoyed The Windup Girl so much. Also set in some undated near future it is also set in a world where technological and biological advances for the elite are traded off by the reduced quality of life for under classes. While addressing the consequences of earlier mismanagement of earth’s resources the story is mostly about the relationship between the two main characters.

It was an entertaining read and I enjoyed learning about the dystopian world that the author had created.


‘In America’s Gulf Coast region, where grounded oil tankers are being broken down for parts, Nailer, a teenage boy, works the light crew, scavenging for copper wiring just to make quota — and hopefully live to see another day. But when, by luck or chance, he discovers an exquisite clipper ship beached during a recent hurricane, Nailer faces the most important decision of his life: Strip the ship for all it’s worth or rescue its lone survivor, a beautiful and wealthy girl who could lead him to a better life.’




The Long War by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter

This is the second book in the series after The Long Earth that explores the wonderful possibilities surrounding the discovery of infinite parallel dimensions that have just become accessible to the majority of humanity. It is a fascinating setting that mixes science fiction, fantasy (Trolls, Elves, Kobolds and other alien species that crop up in mythology) and old fashioned exploration adventure. It does however lack a little narrative strength which means the conclusion is somewhat lacklustre and less than satisfying, however I would still recommended the books to those who like their fantasy a to be little more logical and a little less magical.


‘A generation after the events of The Long Earth, mankind has spread across the new worlds opened up by Stepping. Where Joshua and Lobsang once pioneered, now fleets of airships link the stepwise Americas with trade and culture. Mankind is shaping the Long Earth – but in turn the Long Earth is shaping mankind ... A new ‘America’, called Valhalla, is emerging more than a million steps from Datum Earth, with core American values restated in the plentiful environment of the Long Earth – and Valhalla is growing restless under the control of the Datum government...

Meanwhile the Long Earth is suffused by the song of the trolls, graceful hive-mind humanoids. But the trolls are beginning to react to humanity’s thoughtless exploitation ... Joshua, now a married man, is summoned by Lobsang to deal with a gathering multiple crisis that threatens to plunge the Long Earth into a war unlike any mankind has waged before.’



The Battle of Dorking by George Tomkyns Chesney

The main reason I bought this book was its connection with the local area, however I was interested in how it was written and how much relevance there was in the subject matter to more recent events.

Written as a pamphlet to try and express the author’s views about how he saw Britain declining in power as it squandered its position on the world stage and how if it continued it could be the ruination of the country. Written just after the Franco-Prussian war it describes an invasion of Britain that the country is unprepared for and woefully unable to protect itself from.

Some of the mistakes made by the fictional government of the day (the loss of primary industries to cheaper foreign completion, the reliance on the service sector for income and the reduction in infrastructure investment) could be seen as occurring in real life policies many years after this book was written – luckily without the same consequences.




This was my first foray into the dark and mysterious world of the Cthulhu Mythos and it was interesting to finally read from what itself has become a cult genre. I think I will need to read more of these before I come to a conclusion or find myself totally converted to the Eldar cause.

If nothing else it is interesting to see how this style of fiction was addressed almost a century ago.



Under the Dome by Stephen King

I read this after watching the TV Series of the same name and I soon found that it was quite a different proposition. The book is much darker with an almost unending streak of cruelty running all the way through it that pummels the reader with one evil event after another until you eventually have to either give up or submit to the ultimately depressing ending. It least the television show allowed the characters to have some hope and possibility of redeeming features, not so the book. I have only read a few books by this author and I have often found them to be of a similar vein, so if you are a fan then you will probably enjoy this one too.


‘On an entirely normal, beautiful fall day in Chester’s Mill, Maine, the town is inexplicably and suddenly sealed off from the rest of the world by an invisible force field. Planes crash into it and fall from the sky in flaming wreckage, a gardener’s hand is severed as “the dome” comes down on it, people running errands in the neighboring town are divided from their families, and cars explode on impact. No one can fathom what this barrier is, where it came from, and when—or if—it will go away.

Dale Barbara, Iraq vet and now a short-order cook, finds himself teamed with a few intrepid citizens—town newspaper owner Julia Shumway, a physician’s assistant at the hospital, a select woman, and three brave kids. Against them stands Big Jim Rennie, a politician who will stop at nothing—even murder—to hold the reins of power, and his son, who is keeping a horrible secret in a dark pantry. But their main adversary is the Dome itself. Because time isn’t just short. It’s running out.’

Monday, November 18, 2013

London Tourists…



This weekend we went and played tourists in London and had a thoroughly enjoyable (and moderately expensive) time.

We bought discounted tickets to see Barking in Essex, a comedy stage show at the Wyndham Theatre with Shelia Hancock, Lee Evens, Keeley Hawes, Karl Johnson and Montserrat Lombard in it. We were warned that there was a lot of foul language, but it was still an enjoyable shock to here Shelia Hancock drop the C bomb for the first time. On the whole it was the women who ‘owned’ the most shocking word with other expletives used more like punctuation. We were up in the nose-bleed section but luckily the Wyndham is quite a compact theatre so we didn’t feel to far away from the action.

‘Freedom finally beckons for delinquent villain Algie Packer. He’s done seven years inside and now he’s coming home to spend his carefully stashed cash – £3.5 million in untraceable notes. But there’s something Algie’s family has forgotten to mention…

Meet the Packers – just your perfectly average, totally dysfunctional, ‘well-dodgy’ Essex crime family with a BIG problem. Are they going to be able to cover their tracks before Algie arrives home? Maybe it’s time to go on the run…’

We booked to stay in one of the lastminute.com’s Top Secret Hotels (you don’t know the identity of the hotel until after you confirm your booking so as to get a better deal). We ended up at the Copthorne Hotel at theChelsea Football Club (I understand it is a popular team game with a round ball). The hotel was fine though we had to argue to be moved from a room with two singles in it to one with a double.

We went into town on the Friday and had booked to have lunch at the Koffmann's restaurant in the Berkeley Hotel. We had been told by Sue’s uncle Tony that they do a very nice fixed price menu (though we were warned not to go off-piste). We went for the upgraded menu that included three courses, wine, coffee and petit fours for £39 per person. We thought it was very reasonable price for a top quality meal and superb service.

After lunch we strolled passed the Ferrari dealership to Hyde Park Corner and into Mayfair, across Berkeley Square and lingered for a moment at the Rolls-Royce and Bentley dealership until we got to the HalcyonGallery on New Bond Street that we holding an exhibition of Bob Dylan’s metal work of gate-like pieces called Mood Swings. Elsewhere in the gallery were some of his paintings and his reimagining of magazine covers and a group of fantastical machined gunned car doors of famous gangsters.

From there we crossed into Carnaby Street (now less edgy fashion and more big name brand labels) where we saw an interesting promotional street performance for a new men’s fashion store. Crossing Piccadilly Circus we saw the statue of Eros enclosed in a giant snow dome for Christmas as we continued on down to the National Gallery where we had a sit down and coffee and tea as we looked out over Trafalgar Square with a large blue cockerel on one of the Fourth Plinth, Nelson’s Column and the London Eye in the background.

Once recovered we went to visit the National Portrait Gallery that was showing more of Bob Dylan’s work amongst some other fabulous portraits.

After our highbrow excursion we went to have a drink (just the one at those prices) and onto eat dinner at the J Sheekey Oyster Bar (neither of us was brave enough to have oysters, and we were still full from lunch, so we ended up having a starter and a desert each). This fun place is located next door to the theatre so we could just stagger over and up to the bar in plenty of time for the opening curtain.

Afterwards we decided we had enough excitement for one day so we jumped on a bus and took in the Christmas lights as we returned to Chelsea and bed.

We had hoped to spend the whole of Saturday with Lucy and her dad Chris but Lucy had just got a part time job so we arranged to meet up with them near Waterloo later on for dinner. We had a leisurely start and a hearty breakfast at a pub called the Butcher’s Hook opposite the hotel.

Feeling much fortified Sue and I went to the Vinopolis shop (via the much improved and touristy Borough Market) to buy some gifts that we stuffed in our bag and left at the train station left-luggage place.

We then traveled north to Camden Lock Market where I wanted to visit a particular shop for another gift. We had a wander around the fascinating warren of stalls and shops until we were worn out and in need of another sit down. Another bus trip across town brought us back to Waterloo Bridge where we wandered through the Christmas stalls in front of the South Bank Centre before going in and enjoying a bit of free jazz that was being performed for the London Jazz Festival.

We took in a few more shops and had a quick drink before Chris and Lucy arrived and we all went to Ping Pong for a wonderful dim sum meal.

Afterwards we went and took in the atmosphere of the Christmas Market and all the twinkly lights before getting on our respective trains and going home.

Sunday we had planned to visit my uncle Terry and friends to celebrate his birthday, but the car got a puncture and since I have one of those ‘fancy’ cars with run-flat tires I don’t have a spare, so we had to return home and ring and make our apologies.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Fireworks and Fish Chowder…



We love our little local fireworks display. There are other much larger ones in the area but they are too big with huge crowds and queues for everything. The one in Westcott is within walking distance and we like to play host to friends with a hot buffet (fish chowder and homemade soda bread, sausages and chips, cheese and biscuits, and chocolate cake and toffee by Deb and Dave) and some warming drink and sparkling company. This year we were joined by the Browns, the Whitenburys and Jodie and Mel and we had a lovely time. The rain stayed away for the event which was quite spectacular with many an ooh and ahh.