Still Walking


Aruitemo aruitemo (Still Walking) is an interesting study of a Japanese family's reunion which is reminiscent in many ways to tv's "The Royale Family".
Just like in the Manchester sit com nothing really happens when the Yokoyamas meet, yet,underneath the veneer of Japanese politeness, relationships are complex, resentments are hidden away and everything is governed by respect and tradition .

Ryo (Hiroshi Abo) is the middle aged son of retired doctor Kyoshi Yokoyama (Yoshio Harada) and Toshiko Yokoyama (a wonderful Kirin Kiki). He has married a widow with a small son, and feels second best when compared to his elder brother Junpei, who died over a decade ago, saving the life of a child.

Over the course of two days, Ryo has to deal with the resentments of his father, the grief and bitterness of his outwardly benign mother and the nervousness experienced by his new wife in the potentially difficult family meeting.

If this was handled in a US or British film, then there would be huge rows and much wringing of hands, but in this beautifully observed Koreeda movie, every emotion and family slight is restrained, controlled and ever so recognisable from family gatherings we have all experienced throughout time, and as a piece of cinema it is incredibly powerful.

I loved it even though the film was slightly too long, but the performances, especially a pivotal, heartbreaking turn by Kirin Kiki (pic) made up for the extra 30 minutes running time.
8/10
Strangely the film was advertised as being titled as WOW Still Walking by the Theatre Clwyd web site......and yes I found the dark calm cinema rather relaxing!

Tattoo

Readers might of already guessed but the tattoo was a fake to wind my elder sister up!
ah yes...the power of the blog!

Broken, fires & tattoos

I have been rushing around like an idiot all day, and am mightily pissed off with myself and our wood burner stove, which is in drastic need of repair!
Anyhow more about that minor saga later!....I was up at 7am, and attacked each one of the hen houses with scrubbing brush and dettol, in an effort to get rid of the yearly threat of red mite. At 9am I looked an absolute site, so thought I would add to the layers of filth that covered my whole body by de lousing as many hens as I could get hold of. ( not the nicest of jobs)
At 10am I took Scotty to the vets, which was a bit of a trial as the whole practice was on its first day of going computerised! Subsequently our wait was lengthened as the practice staff giggled nervously in corners as they banged away on keyboards and monitors..."computer says no!" seemed to be the phrase of the day.
As usual the vet was not sure what was up with scotty, so he had an antibiotic injection (I will give subsequent injections)- in the hope that he will recover, and I capitalised on the visit by stocking up on some more antibiotics and wormer.
I then picked up a load of coal from St Asaph and then managed to collect the spare parts for our woodburner before coming home to walk the dogs, feed the stock and break the stove's glass window in an effort to make good the repairs to the door...
now we have not got a functioning fire! and mother in law Sorrel comes in a day's time......
Bloody hell!
So when my sister called round all pert and excited with her new tattoo, I was hot, sweaty, irritated and covered in soot....oh and less than enthusiastic in my reaction to her new body adornment!
I am not a lover of tattoos, I never have been, but she seemed so excited with her rebel decision to finally have one done at the age of 47, that I relented somewhat and joined in the spirit of the whole thing by photographing it........the design is a winged saying of sorts, a copy of the one my brother has had when he was on holiday....
It's all a bit much. I have a headache, especially after the fact that William got all a bit excited with the tattoo furore and
Janet's dog Jess, and peed on the duvet on our bed
Tonight I am off to Theatre Clwyd to see the Japanese film – STILL WALKING .
Thank goodness for a bit of relaxation in a dark. quiet .... place.....

Now you know why I love films so much


No it is not toilet roll sticking out from her pants....it's a dressing

Mother in law plans

Sorrel, my mother in law is coming to visit on Thursday. It is her birthday at the weekend, so I have been left to organise some treats for her! SO.........!
I think that we will have lunch at Osborn House in Llandudno on Saturday.....then in the evening we will either go to the theatre or Prestatyn's Scala cinema.....then on Sunday I want to book us in for tea at the lovely Bodysgallen Hall (see all photos including a snap of the house's famous tea table yum)
http://www.bodysgallen.com/

I will sort the weekend out tomorrow, in between vets visits, fixing the spare tyre on the old berlingo, collecting spare parts for the wood burner stove, oh and disinfecting the first set of chicken coops........the dreaded red mite is returning!

Off to bed now......I am so tired I am losing my ability to co ordinate and I have dribbled my diet coke all over my pullover!

Protecting crops

There is only so much you can do without any sleep. This morning I have walked the dogs, collected feed and straw for the pigs and have wheelbarrowed manure and compost into bags for our old neighbours to collect.
The first vegetable bed has been surrounded with netting (to prevent scraping feet damage to the potato trenches which I planted yesterday) and the first of the onions have been planted out too!
.....Although I am very weary, I couldn't afford the luxury of 40 winks, as I found a rather bedraggled Scotty (the buff cockerel), standing listlessly in his run. It looks as though he has had some diarrhoea and has some discharge from his mouth (but no wheezing or coughing) , so I have isolated the poor bugger and will try to get a vet's appointment for him tomorrow. I am not sure just what the problem may be..
He looks very sorry for himself indeed.


Spoke to my twin sister this morning....she is on holiday at the moment and is planning to have a tattoo like the one my brother had done in Florida......I despair at her gesture of solidarity!

I need a sleep.....................................

The Great Escape

Compared with all of the other field animals the young turkeys seem to possess a modicum of brains and an over abundance of curiosity.
I was working yesterday afternoon, and without my pottering presence in the field, the four poults drove Chris to distraction by planning and implementing several raiding parties into the Churchyard.
Now, I am convinced that the birds understand fully that the Church is a no go area. When I have caught them before ( and I am usually storming noisily around brandishing a bucket or hoe), the four poults raise their beaks into the air, in gestures of acknowledgement, give a series of odd little gobbles and uniformly leg it back to their enclosure like naughty little boys.
They have now been so conditioned by my baleful expression, that all it takes is one glimpse of my dirty wellies and bleach stained trousers to have them galloping back home in thinly disguised hysteria!.
Soon the four of them will be just too heavy to be breaking out of anywhere and the problem will be naturally resolved.
Sunday today, which means Church for Chris, a nice Sunday dinner for me, and work this evening

shit happens

Every picture tells a story, and this photo is absolutely priceless...
Grandma barfing into a rubbish bin...(in a sort of weird way) made my day......
Thanks to Mark, whose blog I nicked this from

Love Happens

We couldn't be bothered going out last night. The weather has closed in and it was cold and rainy last night. We watched half of an awful film Love Happens, which was supposed to be a romantic comedy (in actual fact it is neither romantic or funny) and ate Ben & Jerry's ice cream.
The film was set in Seattle, which looked suitably sweet and wet, and the only fun I had with it, was recognising areas I had in fact visited. (The Space Needle,Pike place fish market Puget sound etc).Seattle, as I recall, was friendly,relaxed and very wet
This morning I have made myself popular by washing Chris' best woollen scarf with my allotment clothes.....it is now six inches long...........................he is not best pleased......good job I am working this afternoon!

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

Remembering Finlay

http://disasterfilm.blogspot.com/2007/03/chasing-cars.html

This is an early post but is perhaps one that follows the previous post very well......
(forgive the photo....it was taken when I was very....well FAT!

Domestic trials

Because of the fox threat, I usually don't let the birds out until 8am, but this morning as it was warm, sunny and I had been awake, off and on since 4.30am, I got up early and did all the morning jobs by 7.30.
Chris is to blame for my ungodly morning shenanigans. He was up early, making tea and and probably planning research adventures in his brain ( which is the size of a planet)....unfortunately he has the flat feet of a middle aged dancer (he used to be a dancer in a previous life)...so clomps around the bare floorboards of the cottage like a penguin with clogs on.

As I sit here with the first coffee of the day, warmed by the sun in the window of the living room, I am quietly joined by Maddie. The other dogs and Albert have all retired upstairs to bed, so in the peace and quiet we can enjoy each others company for a short time.

I was thinking about Maddie yesterday. The signs of old age are beginning to show on her just a little now. Her eye sight is failing ( she has a tendency to trip over curbs), there are small rings of white hair around each eye and her tolerance for silly behaviour from the other dogs has diminished considerably, to the extent that she will stop dead any tomfoolery with a bark and a robust chest barge. She has effectively turned into a sort of maiden aunt, who dresses in black and who reads the daily obituary

It seems only yesterday that we brought the tiny ball of hysteria back from Nottinghamshire to our home in Sheffield. She constantly barked, covered every inch of the house with copious amounts of urine and refused point blank to be walked on a lead. Yet from day one of her arrival, Maddie was and remains consistantly loyal. She comes when called, sits when told and never causes us any concerns save for the occasional bout of constipation, to which she is prone .

She will sit within a centimetre of you, yet hates to be cuddled. She loves her food more than any dog we have ever had and loves to relieve herself in a deep cold puddle.......in short she "asks" for very little and gives so very much and is no trouble at all, I just find it a little sad when I remember (as I was reminded by my previously posted Kipling poem), that you never really own a dog for very long..do you?....sigh.............

Anyhow...enough of all this, I am at risk of getting maudlin. Today I am getting stuck in with the clearing of the back garden, tonight we are having our usual Friday night fish and chips and then will be going to theatre Clwyd to see ME AND ORSON WELLES, a film I missed on its first run

Spring Incubation


The girls have started to bang out the eggs now that the days are longer and somewhat warmer. Yesterday I collected two dozen from 30 laying hens, so I have had a small surfeit to sort out.

So the incubator is back in use on the kitchen top. In three weeks a motley group of chicks will hopefully be hatched, and the circle of life will continue quite wonderfully.

Of the original 12 laying hens I bought four years ago, seven old girls remain under the watchful eye of the geriatric Stanley. they are still laying eggs, which I guess is a sign of them being happy contented hens, here's hoping the new chicks will be healthy,happy and ALL FEMALE.....yeah right!

Smack the Pony - Don't touch the hair

a few years old now, but one of the funniest things on tv

Men of Harlech (Zulu)

An ideal dvd for a Wednesday night!
......and who said that the Welsh have no balls!!!

For Kim

The Power Of The Dog
by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

The Object of a pig's affection

Gladys is the quietest of my pigs, she is usually shy, and nervous of me, even though both pigs have been with us for just over a year now, and will just about allow me to touch her ear occasionally.
Today,she had the devil in her for some strange reason, and time after time, I caught her biting at the wire fencing of her enclosure, squealing and grunting at me as I cleared the remaining herb beds.
Finally I ambled down to the pig pen and sat down to see what was all the fuss about, and as if she had a personality transplant, she galloped over and started to rub herself on my knee in a fit of flirtatious sluttery!
I tickled her behind the ears and her seduction behaviour intensified as she concentrated upon my wellies, which she started to bite and suck on!
I had never seen Gladys like this before, so I had to put this uncharacteristic show of affection and playfulness down to a sudden rush of hormones.
I had to smile......to myself......
Chris and a pig called Gladys are the only two individuals that actually find me attractive!

Oh be still my beating heart!

Bette Davis - All About Eve...or Margo?

it's an old saying....but they DON'T make them like this anymore..........

All About Eve

The turkey pack cornered a single runner duck in the netting of their enclosure this afternoon and very almost pecked her to death.
I was out, albeit briefly, delivering eggs, so it was by sheer luck I got back before they had basically decapitated her.
Turkeys when they attack another bird, seem to do so, by concentrating on the back of their victim's neck, and like poor Gloria, the duck had a huge bloody wound behind her head.
I released the duck ( a pretty brown girl) and treated her with the trusty antibacterial spray, bless her, she was lucky to escape.

Anyhow, enough of the killer turkeys!
As I was preparing supper this evening, I found that my fav film of all time was showing on TCM.
All About Eve (1950), is a cracker of a movie.
To me, it is not just a bitingly funny and wry look at the vagaries of Broadway (and indeed Hollywood) but the movie ,does in fact celebrate those life long friendships we all have experience of.
Despite some of the artificiality of the narrative, All about Eve, captures the real ;love em and loath em connection between two couples quite perfectly. Mainly through the experiences of the two women in the quartet we see Margo ( Bette Davis) being a queeny nightmare of contradictions, yelling and screaming one minute, self obsessed and doubtful the next, where as Karen (Celeste Holm ) remains warm hearted and mentally the stronger of the two.
Yet through adversity (the scheming of understudy ), their on screen friendship remains strong and totally believable in the relaxed and natural ease of the acting (mind it was reported that Davis and Holm actually did not like each other!)....

as a study of deep real friendship, All about Eve, can't, I think, be bettered

I guess I noticed the friendship sub text of All About Eve, as I am very aware that I have neglected some old friends in Sheffield. It has been far far too long since my last visit and I am counting the days off when I can get over, which may be at the end of the month (money permitting) but certainly will be be in April when Nuala and I have planned a joint visit!

Having nearly a hundred animals to care for is a difficult juggling act to be able to sort out a day and night "off", but it isn't (of course) impossible. I just need to get my arse into gear and do it.... so Mike,Bev, Jane and of course Jonney, I hope to see you all pretty soon
x

Louie Spence dancing

............I wonder if he is gay????
answers on a postcard please

At Last, Cloud Watching

It has been a long time since it has been warm enough for a little cloud watching. At five pm this afternoon, the cold wind dropped and the sun came out, so I took the scotties outside to play before I locked up the turkeys and ducks and fed the pigs.

"Cloud watching" is an occasional guilty pleasure of mine, and is one that I have not "practiced" since the autumn.(see last blog)

Cloud Watching is always camouflaged from questioning eyes by having the scotties jumping all over me when I lie down! To anyone passing, the whole thing would just look like a middle aged guy playing with his dogs.....only I would know that the ulterior motive would be a moment of pure , if not a little odd looking, relaxation!
Today the scotties wandered off, just at the point I had "seen" the White Cliffs of Dover in a particularly long cloud as it passed by, and Albert took over with a playful jump onto my head. He stayed with me for the longest time, so I fished the camera out of my pocket and took our photo to remember the moment.
Now neighbour Mandy was watching me from her garden, and amid some slightly confused hilarity she asked:
.
"What ARE you doing?" ..after all I am sure she was not quite used to seeing a middle aged man lying flat in a field with a cat on his head
"Watching clouds" I called back...........
She didn't ask for a further explanation.........
I guess she knows me very well.......................
hey ho