Track of the Week 8th Feb 2015

Each week I choose a song from a movie which may be popular or not. The only criteria is that its a great  song and it fits the scene in the film perfectly. Let me know if you agree.

Both Sides Now – Joni Mitchell

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Both sides now“, was a song written by Joni Mitchell and featured on her 1969 second Album ‘Clouds’. Although the Album was well received she never released the track in her own right. It was Judy Collins who released the song and made it a huge hit.

The version of the track which resonated with me the most is the version off the 2000 Album ‘Both Sides Now’. Its a version that somehow with the passing of time has aged beautifully. Mitchells voice once crystal clear now sounding like a ageing jazz singer makes the song even more poignant.

It is said that this was a song that Joni grew into, improving on her original and with the help of a huge orchestra and beautiful swirling string arrangements, this is definitely a track to listen too in the wee small hours when all is quiet.

It was Richard Curtis who re-introduced the track to a new audience in his 2003 film Love Actually. The scene involves Emma Thompson who has just discovered on Christmas Eve that her husband has been having an affair with his secretary. The scene is a masterclass in heartbreak without words and you can feel every emotion as she pulls herself together before they take the kids to the School Christmas concert.

Fantastic song, epic acting.

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Track of the Week 1st Feb 2015

Each week I choose a song from a movie which may be popular or not. The only criteria is that its a great  song and it fits the scene in the film perfectly. Let me know if you agree.

You Never Can Tell – Chuck Berry

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You Never Can Tell“, also known as “C’est La Vie“, is a rockabilly song written by Chuck Berry. It was composed in the early 1960s while Berry was in prison. Released in 1964 on the album St. Louis to Liverpool and was  the followup single to Berry’s final Top Ten hit of the 1960s: “No Particular Place to Go”,

The song briefly became popular again after the 1994 release of the film Pulp Fiction, directed and co-written by Quentin Tarantino. The music was played for a “Twist contest” in which Vincent Vega (John Travolta) and Mia Wallace (Uma Thurman ) competed and won (and were the only contestants shown in the film). The music added an evocative element of sound to the narrative and Tarantino said that the song’s lyrics of “Pierre” and “Mademoiselle” gave the scene a “uniquely 50’s French New Wave dance sequence feel”. Travolta is quoted as saying that the film resurrected his career which had been in decline up to that point.

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Track of the Week 26th January 2015

Each week I choose a song from a movie which may be popular or not. The only criteria is that its a great  song and it fits the scene in the film perfectly. Let me know if you agree.

Same Changes The Weepies

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Indie duo The Weepies have sold more than a million singles and half a million albums; their simple, direct songwriting has sent them to the top of the folk charts in a dozen countries.

With more than 100 TV media placements, they are one of the most licensed current musical groups in the world.

This song featured in the 2011 film ‘Morning Glory’ starring Rachel McAdams, Harrison Ford and Diane Keaton.

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Well Thats Another Couple of Ticks on my Bucket List

 

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Well here we are now into the final week of January and what a busy month it has been. Now I know I said that I wouldn’t be looking backwards this year, but like most people I have a secret list of thinks that they would like to achieve before we shuffle off this mortal coil and I am no different. I call it my Bucket List and during the last couple of years I have realised that I am slowly beginning to cross items of the list almost at a monthly basis, and this month has been no different.

The first tick of the month arrived quite by surprise, and ticks of my work on a Hollywood movie.

It all happened the week before last when I was commissioned as a Director for a two minute program insert into a Hollywood movie. Yes a real Hollywood Movie. Every film maker I have ever met dreams of working on a Hollywood movie and eventually to achieve it to me is a big deal. I suppose its the equivalent of coming across a Unicorn whilst out for a walk.

Now I know what you are thinking, blockbuster, shed loads of cash and a lifestyle that makes Simon Cowell look like a Tibetan Monk.

What you have got to take into account is that I cannot claim fame to something like ‘Gone With the Wind’ this is something that will be more like ‘Gone in a Blink’. I along with a colleague was commissioned to produce a scene that will be shown on a TV in a scene in a movie. So blink and you will miss it or even worse the acting will be that brilliant you wont even notice whats on the TV screen whilst watching.

Now the nearest hint of Hollywood gets people excited, you get levels of co operation that you don’t get making a commercial, it is surprising that even in this day and age Hollywood has the effect of making people dream the dream and that is a great achievement in this day and age.

The second tick on my list is back to the second great passion in my life, Music. I must have been a particularly good boy this year because my wife Ann bought us tickets to see Queen and Adam Lambert as a birthday treat.

I am still kicking myself because in the 80s I had a chance to see them when Freddie Mercury was still at the helm, but made the mistake of thinking I will catch them next time and we all know how that played out.

So Wednesday we left a very snowy and cold Diggle and headed into Manchester to the Arena. On the way I couldn’t help think will this be as good as I remember them and will the new guy be just a Freddie Mercury Impersonator.

I needn’t  have concerned myself with that thought, from the best entrance of a Band ever to the final note of the concert, it was without doubt the best concert I have ever been to. For over two hours they blazed their way through hit after hit taking me back in time. Even doing the Radio Gaga hand claps.

As for Mr Lambert, he is his own man and he has a fantastic voice, not Freddie but different in a great way. Brian May and Roger Taylor gave performances that men half their age would have struggled with.

I suppose it is right that we think that someone will be irreplaceable and with good cause but without looking forward and finding a talented individual to take up the challenge these songs would be just tracks heard now and again on the radio, rather than as part of the epic performance I witnessed on a cold dark January evening.

Its amazing to think that I have experienced things already this year that I had erased from my memory as being unattainable, but you never know, life has a way of surprising you so my new philosophy of looking forward rather than backwards seems to be working.

Looking Forward Rather Than Back, Now Thats a Novel Idea!

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This is my first post of the New Year and like everyone else I am sat here with a slightly enlarged waistline due to the copious amounts of mince pies I have consumed over the holiday period.

After much thought I have decided that this year is going to be different. Don’t worry I havent turned into a tree hugger or had an epiphany, but I thought I would try something a little different this coming year.

What I have decided is that I need to plan ahead what I want to achieve rather that looking back at what I have achieved. Its strange when we look back at what we have achieved we can list our successes but seldom do we remember the things we didn’t achieve.

I suppose that we have been programmed to forget stuff that isn’t seen as ‘taking you forward” and we forget very quickly the things that we felt passionately about when we were young. I know from experience that when you get older and the more responsibilities you have the more you have to compromise and that colours your decision making.

I could be like me you feel its physically unrealistic to follow your dreams and you soon you start saying no to all sorts of stuff that if you put your mind to it you could still do in some form or another.

So here is my plan for this coming year. I am going to say yes to doing stuff that takes me out of my comfort zone and laugh a lot more, after all you are a long time dead.

Now some people who know me well will be aware that I am a little cautious when it comes to parting with my hard earned cash so I will be looking at stuff that doesn’t cost a fortune. How much can it cost to be a little happier and a little more adventurous without the use of illegal substances and ladies of the night.

So once a month this year I will make a point of trying out something that will make my heart race a little faster or make me smile a lot. So this years blog should be a little more interesting than the last years offerings. All that remains for me to say is I hope you and yours have a happy and healthy 2015 and you follow my newly hatched plan over the next twelve months.

It is matriarchy that makes most villages thrive

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I love living in a small village and living here does have its benefits,  I also know how lucky I am to be able to live here. According to my brother in law he thinks I am lucky as well, but as I reminded him a few months ago of the famous Thomas Jefferson Quote “the harder I work , the luckier I get’. He looked a little bemused but it does take a lot of effort and expense to live in rural England.

Now I know it lifts the soul to wake up every morning and look out over rolling hills punctuated with stone buildings and trees but it is more than that. It’s mainly because of the people who live here.

We moved into Diggle 32 years ago when our kids were at the local school, when summers seemed full of sunshine and endless trips to the pub to meet friends and their families.

If you have kids you become the taxi of mum and dad and in-between stable and band practice and your kids social lives its easy to rack up 20,000 miles a year just shipping them around.

Now I know some people reading this think that village pubs are no longer the hub of village life but to a certain extent it is still the case. It’s the bump space for the village, a space were all generations get to enjoy each others company and get to know whats happening in our small community.

Friday nights in particular are great fun, we have a local Brass Band Club which holds the B band practices on a Friday night which ensures that from about seven thirty it is full of parents patiently waiting for their kids to finish practice so they can start the weekend. It is true that most of the waiting throng take advantage of the fact that the bar is open and it is now the place to meet on a Friday night.

What makes it special is the various generations that meet up, we have the early doors crew who wait for the kids and are great fun to be around, we have the golfers who spend the evening discussing what golf course they are playing the day after and we have the Band members who meet up and do what bands do, which seems to consist of drinking copious amounts of beer, (it must be very thirsty work).

But it’s the older generation that never ceases to amaze me. I know to some I am that generation and I know I am no spring chicken but the grandparents who come to listen to the youngsters play are amazing.

Now I know in the sixties and seventies the likes of Germaine Greer who wrote The Female Eunuch and the women’s liberation movement were railing against the role of women in society and making a stand for women rights, its obvious she never bumped into any of the women in our village when she did her research.

Now I don’t have an issue with women, in fact I quite like them, I will rephrase that I like them a lot.

I know what you are thinking but you are wrong, I like a certain type of woman and our village has more than our fair share of them. I think most men will agree with me when I say that I like women who have a sense of humour, who are strong, who don’t take crap from anyone and can hold their own in an argument.

I fortunately I married one of these women and guess what my daughter and grand daughter are just the same. So god help anyone who crosses them.

This Friday whilst I was stood at the bar waiting to be served I overheard a comment from a lady who was in her late sixties taking to her daughter, and this is not paraphrased this is what she actually said.

“So when I took the freezer door apart I found the small spring that holds it shut was broke”. I was so surprised to hear her say that, I interrupted the conversation to check if I had heard it correctly. This led to a conversation about Facebook, laptops, tablets and passwords. It was like talking to a twenty year old.

It fantastic to think these people who are now way into retirement have more life in them that a lot of people half there age. They walk half way around the planet, they drive cars tractors and even wagons should the need arise and are always on call to stand in transporting grandkids to any fixed point on the globe. All this whilst posting on Facebook and sending emails to the council about some cause or another. These women are the backbone of the community and are first in line should anyone need help.

I think that it is this matriarchy that makes most villages thrive and it will be a very foolish politician who ignores these people in the next election or even worse tries to underestimate them as a driving force in the community.

So I will continue to meet up and talk to as many people as I can over a pint or two because thats what makes this world an interesting place to be a part of. I suppose I have just outlined the problem with social media, It doesn’t get a round in at the bar.

Surviving Technology Cold Turkey

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Every now and again it pays to take a break from the hectic 24/7 lifestyle that we have all embraced so readily. With mobile phones and various social media gadgets, life is without doubt stressful.

It’s not like its easy to opt out of either. If you are anything like me I regularly put my phone on silent for a bit of peace and quiet, however when it vibrates in your pocket I can’t overcome the urge to look at who is trying to contact me. It’s a very frustrating experience and it can drive you to the brink of insanity if you let it.

So with that in mind Ann and myself decided along with some friends that it would be rather nice to visit the Norfolk Broads for a few days and just chill out, floating at 4 miles an hour on an aircraft carrier sized boat with en suite bathrooms and all modern amenities (including Satellite TV) seemed like a great idea.

Anyone who has ever visited Norfolk will know what a blissful experience it is. Big skies, plenty of rivers and broads to sail on and great country pubs to drink and eat in. Wrap that package with great weather and life doesn’t get much better.

We had a great time, apart from one little niggle that gradually made me become almost obsessive by day three. I realised I had become almost paranoid about wanting to check what was happening in the world, I had started missing my phone and tablet, my window on the world.

I started looking out for WIFI hotspots, (an impossible task in Norfolk). I would have had more success trying to catch the Lock Ness Monster on his holidays. I found myself lingering outside of pubs with free wifi, having Coffee with free wifi or at my darkest moment visiting a supermarket with free Wifi.

I know what you are thinking, how do people in Norfolk survive with what is almost third world internet connectivity. Its simple, they buy newspapers and talk to each other, and they use maps instead of the Sat Nav on their phones, what a refreshing idea.

By day four my mindset had totally changed, gone was the need for connectivity and I actually started to chill out. The whole idea of the trip in the first place.

So it is possible to turn of the technology and enjoy yourself, to complete a crossword without the help of Google, read a paper without squinting at a four inch screen to read the content. So my advice to anyone who wants to try technology cold turkey for a few days visit Norfolk and enjoy the peace and quiet.

Excuse Me Sir But You Remind Me of a Famous Film Director

Richard Attenborough on the set of Shadowlands in 1993 (Picture: Rex)

I have been saddened by the news this morning of the passing of Sir Richard Attenborough. Although often seen to be in the shadow of his brother David, his involvement in the British Film Industry has been largely overlooked for the passed ten years or so.

He was a generous man who saw the best in people and as a director he was a class act. His 1982 Oscar winner ‘Gandhi’ was brilliant in every aspect, the story telling, the photography and the quality of the performances. Ten years later he produced another masterpiece ‘Chaplin’. A fantastic portrayal of Charlie Chaplin in his early career in Hollywood.

However the young people who watch films today will only remember him for his cameo appearances in the Jurassic Park films, in which he performed the eccentric Grandfather role to perfection.

But my own personal favourite is the remake of ‘Miracle on 34th Street’, although panned by the critics just watch the faces of young children watching it and you can see the need to believe in there faces.

I suppose that compared to many, his 90 years on this planet have been busy, productive and I suppose privileged in many ways. But it was not without tragedy. His eldest daughter and grand daughter were lost in the Tsunami in 2004, something I would imagine is very hard to come to terms with.

I remember a couple of years ago I was giving an introductory talk to some new first year students about what life will be like working in the media sector when one young lady in the audience said during the break, “You remind me of a famous film director sir, but I can’t remember his name”. I suggested rather naively “would that be Stephen Spielberg”. I asked smugly. “No, that bloke who made Gandhi”. At the time I felt slightly upset since Sir Richard was over thirty years older than me at the time!

So today whilst reading his obituary I was thinking about that student who perhaps I would like to think could see a little bit of his qualities in me, but I doubt it and in this day and age there are far worse people to be compared to.

But my favourite story is about him was when he won the Oscar for Gandhi ahead of Spielberg for ET. In his acceptance speech he mentioned that he didn’t think he deserved it and it should have gone to Spielberg who made a far better film. I suppose many will disagree with him but that was the measure of the man.

I think we need more people like Sir Richard in our world so I hope he rests in peace.

The United Nations Breakfast Club

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We’ll I’ve survived another holiday on foreign shores and lived to tell the tale. Now that doesn’t mean that it was all plain sailing, you have to work at being relaxed and happy and according to Ann I am really crap at it.

Our holidays normally the responsibility of Ann, she likes to be in control and I like to turn up on the day with my toothbrush and ask where are we going? Now I know that it is the lazy way to vacation but up to now it’s worked very well, Ann’s happy because she is in control and I am happy because I haven’t had to make a decision.

However this year has been different, I thought I would try and organise our holiday just to prove that I am not completely useless in this area. After several minutes of research whilst having a beer it struck me almost like an epiphany, why not choose somewhere that we both like. Then I had a second thought why not try to find an activity that Ann likes to do.

So after much head scratching I remembered about fifteen years ago we did a cruise and one of the places we visited was Santorini, a small island in the Aegean Sea which I remembered was the most beautiful place I had ever visited. As an added bonus I remembered it also had shops, so what’s not to like.

Now bearing in mind that Ann now walks with a stick, or two on a bad day I also remembered it was full of steps so after much searching I found what looked like a rather nice hotel just a short distance from the centre of Fira within striking distance of the shops. Perfect, although the price almost made my eyes bleed!

That was back in December and if like me you forget what you did last week, Ann’s constant interrogation throughout our journey of the what’s it got and what’s it not got, made me very nervous about arriving. The cynic in me was thinking, have I fallen foul of the ad mans blurb, will it be as nice as it looked online.

After landing at the Smallest Airport I have ever passed through in my life we transferred to our hotel not in a huge coach but an air conditioned luxury minibus with a rather helpful and smooth looking Greek Adonis, Ann’s response was ‘bloody hell, bus drivers don’t look like that at home’. Once the luggage was loaded, we left the airport and twenty minutes later we arrived at our hotel which even I was impressed with.

This is probably the best hotel I have ever stayed in. It looked even better than the online photographs and our suite according to our bar tender is the best on the complex (he would say that wouldn’t he). From our door we overlook the Caldera (Volcano Crater) and from our balcony we can watch people across the complex whilst sipping our pre dinner Gin and Tonics.

I know all this sounds to good to be true, but this island although changed since our last visit is still astonishingly beautiful, peaceful and quiet. I have learned over the years that nothing lasts forever and within a few years this island will change and bow to the ever increasing demands that tourism brings.

Now it didn’t take me long to make a lasting impression with the other guests, walking in for breakfast on our first morning wearing a Viva Cuba Tee shirt that Ann had bought me because it looked nice (I don’t wear logos out of a point of principal, I pay to buy it so why should I advertise the product for free).

Now I didn’t think I was being outrageous wearing this tee shirt, however the table full of elderly Texans seemed to take offence and stopped talking mid sentence but like all true British folks abroad we braved it out and finished my breakfast, and very nice it was too.

This brings me to the point of this ramble. We are staying in a hotel filled with every nationality imaginable. Some on long stays and some for a couple of days. Whilst I sit by the pool being nosey it amazing what you can find out about the various nationalities.

The aforementioned Americans managed to complain about almost everything however the Greek hotel manger was priceless. The loudest American gentleman was complaining about seeing a rat outside his room in the undergrowth. The reply from the Manager was fantastic and had me choking in my drink. ‘Was it in your room sir’? ‘No’! replied the American, ‘That’s ok then it’s not a problem’, and walked off. The expression on the American’s face was a picture.

The Australians on the other hand seem to plan every day down to the minute and must partake in some worthy excursion or exercise. I got tired just listening one group getting all excited over another gruelling schedule being discussed over breakfast.

The Japanese contingent are also fascinating to watch, they push into queues, walk quickly and take photographs of the most mundane things. I must say I feel slightly unnerved by the fact that my white skeletal frame with a huge belly in my speedos will provide endless amusement in someone’s family album back in Japan.

Finally that brings me to the Germans, they have a huge self confidence that is almost overwhelming, they had behaved themselves until Saturday when they ditched our towels and stole our Sun loungers which put Ann in an apocalyptic rage that needed two gin and tonics to placate.

It was the Spanish however restored my faith in human nature. One day whilst at the pool and the sun was stripping the skin off my bones, a Spanish family asked if I would want to change loungers because they had a sunshade. I will be eternally grateful to them otherwise I would have been burned to a Crisp.

I hate to think what everyone else will be writing about me when they get back home but the bottom line is that we are all different in some way but we should look at what we have in common, be a little more tolerant of each other and try something different now and again to keep your pulse racing.

I find it a little strange that even on holiday we become a little entrenched in judging people by our own standards rather than trying to understand why they do what they do. If we behave in this way when on holiday then I despair what we are like in our everyday lives.

I was deeply saddened and enraged by the report by Jon Snow from Gaza on Channel 4 News whilst I was away. It seems obscene to me that as a collective population on this small planet we can allow over a thousand innocent people to be killed or maimed in a conflict that has no short term resolution in site and sit back because we think it is too difficult an issue to resolve.

I can only admire the negotiators in this conflict whose obvious patience far outweighs their frustration in trying to come to some negotiated peace which is long overdue.

So after that visit from the real world and as with all holidays it won’t take long to forget the fantastic experiences, people and places we have visited and I only hope the more we travel the more tolerant we will become of each other.

So that’s it rant over and I can assure you all that I am well rested and as they say in Diggle ‘Ready for owt’ the world has to throw at me.

Holiday time at Last. Santorini here we come!

 

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Its that time of year folks when most people I know come to the end of the working year and head off on the annual vacation. For most people who are not used to school and college terms this may seem a little strange. Normal people reflect on the year gone by around News Year time, so I feel lucky I have a practice in July.

This year has been busy and I am not complaining, it means I will get paid fairly regularly and that always keeps my wife happy and contented. Whilst I am writing this she is busy tidying the house before we go away tomorrow.

For the life of me I cannot get my head around the fact that she embarks on this ritual every time we go on holiday and to me as a man it makes no sense whatsoever. In my mind the only person who would benefit is if we got burgled whilst away and it would make everything a lot easier to find.

On top of that she re irons all the clothes that have already been ironed by the little lady who does and that have been hanging in the wardrobe for the past couple of weeks, because they get creased being hung up!  So when I asked “that won’t happen when we cram them in a case then”!  The reply I got shocked me to the core. I won’t write the reply to that observation because it may be offensive to some of you more genteel folk.

So I can’t wait to start our journey to paradise, the constant queuing at the Airport, crammed onto a four hour flight with several crying babies and the odd drunk who over indulged at the airport lounge just so I can sit overlooking the Aegean Sea under an umbrella smeared in factor 50.

So thats all my grumpiness out of the way because for the next 7 days I will be a swan, smile a lot and be nice to people who will be in a similar position to me. I know I am luckier than most to be able to go on holiday but if I didn’t moan about something the people who know me would think I was ill or having a breakdown.

So everyone have a great break if you are having one and lets all play nice until we meet again.