I went on my own last night to the Forest Arts Centre to see Lincoln - excellent value at £3 and no stupid kids interrupting the proceedings, just a bunch of awkward oldies but well behaved none the less.
The film focusses on Lincoln’s 13th Amendment - the abolition of slavery and shows the political manoeuvrings to get the Bill passed so if you don’t like war or politics, you’ll hate the film.
That aside, there are some remarkable performances, led by Daniel Day-Lewis and for once, the rest of the American cast does perform with some credibility, a bit different to your usual Hollywood stuff. Sally Field as Mrs Lincoln is very good but Tommy Lee Jones is well, Tommy Lee Jones. Day-Lewis doesn’t get enough credit for his film performances probably because he scares the Americans through his huge performances.
This isn’t a film for everyone. But if you like your War and Politics and great acting – go and see it or get the DVD. You won’t be wasting your money.
Unless you’ve been caught without power in the recent storms, the death of Nelson Mandela will no doubt have been pushed in your face by the broadcasting organs.
However, that aside, I had tremendous respect for Mandela not least because he was all apart of growing up in the 60′s amongst the civil rights movements across the world. I often thought to myself of his life stuck in prison for no valid reason other than he was black. These kind of freedom fighters have often appealed to me as one man against the state rings a bell for me. Along with Steve Biko who has probably been forgotten apart from Peter Gabriel lovers.
I have mixed emotions today as I remember these two brave people. On one hand I’ll mark the passing of an era of a great man and on the other I’ll be annoyed at he media frenzy and the wall-to-wall coverage.
But one thing we should all remember: Mandela may have been many things but he was the ultimate democrat. And we should remember him for that.
I spent a groupie weekend following The Duffer and his crew to the bright lights of The Bridge at Brewood last Friday, a pub I hadn’t been in since I was 17. And as I was following the mini-tour, I also went down The Min on Saturday to watch it all over again. I have to say that they are getting better and there are three tracks I really like, especially “Dogs of Doom”. Most apposite.
I spent the day on Saturday doing all things domestic and I paid for it on Sunday with the start of a horrendous bout of laryngitis and a cold which I’ve just about got over.
Thanks to the Niece I have the Christmas Tree up and for the first time in 7 years the tinsel is back.
So a big push for Christmas shopping this weekend will see the bad part of it done and I can concentrate on the best bits – drinking and maketh merry!
Over this weekend, my good friend Salty has been up visiting the Black Country so on Mr Cubbage’s suggestion, we got some tickets for Wolves -v- Brentford. Big mistake. Not only did it cost us £26 for a freezing seat in The Billy Quiet, but the standard of the game was really poor.
But one thing that made it a bad experience was the poor professionalism of the players and the teams. I was appalled by the blatant diving and cheating going on made all the worse by the obvious fact that the players we playing to get in a position so they could then dive to look for a penalty despite the fact it was easier to have a shot on goal.
If this is what football in England has descended into then I want not more of it. Maybe it was just Wolves but there is clearly not need. Wolves had plenty of chances to have enough shots on target to get at least one goal, and we should have been treated to a barrage on the Brentford net. But no, get near the penalty area and fall over. What’s going on?
Brentford obviously wised-up to this and took control of the game and were unlucky not to have scored themselves. they should have and it would have served Wolves right.
There is a way of playing the game that doesn’t required cheating and it’s one of our core values in this country. It’s obvious that these values are being eroded to the detriment of our beloved game and probably, people will point t money as the root cause. However, you have to ask, what’s the FA doing about it as custodians of the game?
I’ve had this weekend off from mainly social stuff as I had a number of jobs to do around the house and in the garden. or once I actually completed all the tasks and even squeezed in cutting my parents lawn. Bonus for them!
There is something strange happening down the Minerva though as it’s turning into some sort of time machine where time just stops. I snook out for a cheeky pint on Friday night and ended up staying until past midnight having formed a cricket team and sorted out a few stunts for the forthcoming Essington RBL Charity Quiz! Ha! the power of beer!
Anyway, I have managed to get on top of most things this weekend and all pf the work in the garden is completed so from now until Christmas, it’ll be just domestic housework. But I am looking forward to a long rest over the festive period as it’s been a testing year.
I don’t often write about film s on this blog but I’ve just finished watching “The Ghost” which featured Ewan McGregor, Pierce Brosnan, Kit Cattrall and Tom Wilkinson. Most of the best actors around basically. And a film which was well worth it.
It reminded me of the old genre of British dramas in the 1980′s along the lines of “A Very British Coup“.
The film touches really obviously n Tony Blair as British Prime Minister after he left office, and some of the questions that raised, and maybe still raises. Who knows.
I maybe inclined to get the book this is based on as it seems an interesting plot. If I do, I’ll post a review of it in the usual category.
Remember the fallen
Remembrance weekend is always a busy period as there is usually a lot on what with IPMS at Telford and Sunday taken up with the parade itself. Added to that this year was Duffer and his gang playing at one of my old haunts – The Plough in Pontesbury.
Last year, I was in Plymouth with the Royal Marine Commandos and The Navy at The Hoe but this year I decided that I’d better attend one of the villages efforts so I join the parade from the Scout Hut to the Church.
I’m not a church person so I found it difficult to appreciate the event as well as the religious types around me but I was tremendously impressed with the vicar who read out all of the names on the Roll of Honour – something I’ve not heard since my mate Ade Stringer did it at Camborne when he was vicar there twenty five years ago. Also, all the age groups turned out as well which was good to see.
Anyway, well done to The Principality – a good show and I’m glad I went in the end.
BAE Systems’ – or shall we say the Coalition Government for accuracy – decision to shut Portsmouth Naval construction frankly shows how clueless the Coalition Government is in regard of the defence of this country. It doesn’t make economic sense either as the people who will be unemployed will take some time to find new jobs or employment and therefore will cost the taxpayer some money. Therefore, wouldn’t it have been better to make some more Frigates - as we only have 13 and these are way overstretched – and give Glasgow 12 and Portsmouth 6 so we keep the shipbuilding skills within the UK?
It just shows how narrow minded and talentless our politicians are in this country, but there are signs that the worm is turning as many media broadcasts these days question the competency of the political classes. As we should.
Until we change the electoral system to give us the cream of the British educations system, I’m afraid the outlook for this country is very dark indeed.
It’s not often that I go shopping but I had occasion to visit the Big City of Wolverhampton seeking a pair jeans – slim fit, 32 leg 32 waist. No luck in any of Wolverhampton’s numerous clothes shops as they all stock button fly trendy stuff but I wasn’t expecting much. Beatties was the most expensive at £90. Wranglers at £49.99 was a tadge pricey for me as well. No real complaints on this score as clothes shops are what they are – trauma all the way and shop assistants that are always useless. I was reassured to learn that searching for clothes is a bad experience as it has been since I was 7.
No my real complaints there then. But what really got my goat was when I went to HMV to purchase a CD. I’ve recently discovered the joys of my album collection again as a real alternative to the TV and the Internet so I was keen to get a copy of the Manic’s latest album “Rewind the Film” – a really good album even on first play. What got me was the chap who took the money – who proceeded to tell me his opinion of it and how “it would take a few plays to get into it”. The cheeky bastard! And then he proceeded to look down his unwashed nose when I made the point that I’ve heard all the album on the Ken Bruce show – as if it wasn’t good enough!
HMV have been in trouble financially but my blood is boiling this morning and I can feel the pen starting to itch. If this tw*t does this to every customer what’s the plan? What’s he trying to achieve? Some sort of moral superiority over lesser mortals? I certainly didn’t enjoy the experience.
Another piece of bad customer service is that the two peasants delivered by one of my fellow villagers were just that – two peasants. I’ve had to butcher the birds this morning and as I’m a virgin butcher it’s not been a pleasant task. I’ve even taken the damn things outside to take the feathers off and I avoided gutting them as I’ve convinced myself that I need more practise until following Mrs Beaton’s explicit instructions.
I’m comforting myself with the knowledge that the recipes look very tasty but for the moment, the meats in the fridge and the carcass is up for disposal. All a learning curve but I am getting more into the “Rural Life” even if it does involve an element of back to basics. Don’t ask me to shoot them though as I know I am a rotten shot.