Last Night In Soho, Maryland

 

It’s been a corn beef hash of a day today
A right mixture.
This evening I’ve not felt 100% ( my bladder is playing up)  so Ive missed choir and rescheduled a badminton game with Gorgeous  Dave until Monday.
Don’t worry, it’s not covid, I got my negative PCR test result back early this morning.
Soon after that I took myself to the cinema then to the theatre to see a short rehearsed read through . The cinema ticket was complementary . The theatre ticket was free.
Before I went out, I popped to Old Trefor next door to change his recent minor surgery dressings. He rang up last night asking for some help. I’ve told him I’ll pop in each day to change them.



The film I went to see was described as a psychological horror movie. Last Night In Soho , as it turned out was really a sort of remake of Roman Polanski’s 1965 study chronicling the decent into a psychotic illness of a shy Belgian woman living in 1960s London.
The Polanski film was a chilling and truly terrifying piece….stark and almost documentary in its style, whereas the Edgar Wright film is a vibrant, loud evocative mixture of 1960s music, Hollywood slasher movie and indie drama with an excellent performance by the lead Thomasin McKensie as a mentally fragile fashion student who becomes obsessed with dreams and visions of a 1960 cabaret starlet (Anya Taylor Joy) who apparently was stabbed by an abusive pimp in the bed sit bedroom they both shared albeit it fifty years apart.
Wright’s movie uses the ambiguity of mental illness versus psychic visionary to its hilt and uses clever cinematography and vibrant colour to reenact a  Soho 1965 rather impressively 
I’m not a lover of horror films , but this one has some style,and class and I loved the fact that Wright featured three 1960s icons in the supportive roles, namely Rita Tushinghan, Terrence Stamp and the glorious Diana Rigg in what was her final film.

After this I went to Theatre Clwyd watch the rehearsed read through  of the controversial Maryland by Lucy Kirkwood which had recently caused such a stir at the Royal Court In London.
This is an extraordinary piece of writing and theatre , written quickly and in anger beyond anything any man can truly understand
Maryland features the meeting of two women who have been sexually assaulted and watching this 30 minute essay piece of theatre provoked and upset me more than anything I have ever watched in the cinema in a while
The theatre asked all patrons send a donation to https://rapecrisis.org.uk/ in Lieu of a ticket charge

Watching Bake off now with a gin and paracetamol 
Love Noel’s description of Lizzie
Princess Leia dressed as a children's bullfighter“





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Wally

He was dreamt up by English illustrator Martin Handford in the early nineteen eighties. In Iceland they call him Valli, in Germany he is Walter, in North America he's Waldo and for some strange reason the French call him Charlie. It's nice to see that in Australia, New Zealand, The Republic of Ireland and The Netherlands the publishers have stuck with his proper name which is of course - Wally. Who hasn't at some time mulled over a "Where's Wally?" book searching for the nerdy bespectacled fellow in the red and white stripes? In Norway he's known as Willy which I shall say no more about for fear of causing offence to the prudish.

On Sunday, before cooking Sunday dinner, I took a three mile walk below Stanage Edge after parking Clint in a lay-by that is very  familiar to the two of us. I walked up to Dennis Knoll and looked back.  This is what I saw:-

The idea for a "Where's Clint?" book was born in that moment. Can you see him? Of course this challenge is quite easy but if I photographed him from above in a big supermarket car park you might have a little more trouble spotting him. I could paint him in red and white stripes but he would then look like a Sheffield United supporter and we wouldn't want that would we?

As I type it's coming up for 5pm and it's almost dark outside here at latitude 53.3811°N. Damn that other wally - William Willett -  the obsessive fool who came up with the idea of British Summertime and all that clock changing nonsense we have to endure twice a year. Back in 2018, I blogged about the issue here.



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Rest

 Resting today

I have 

To remind

Myself

It’s okay

And necessary



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