We flirt dreadfully…..always have done ……….thank goodness
Banksy was a rip off btw
Rockets & Blue Lights
London
Holiday day four
I’m on the way to London.
Bollocked the e tickets but finally managed to sort them in the end….fucking Luddite !
My itinerary has been sorted.
Banksy exhibition…then check in to hotel ( Nice one in Covent Garden again) then meet my friend Alex for food, then National Theatre to see Rocket’s And Blue Lights .
Tomorrow , I’ve booked to see the London Photo Exhibition at Somerset House before coming home .
No Nu unfortunately ….she’s at the Wisley flower Show
Curlew
Running late….meal out at The Crown tonight was lovely..just got home
Dorothy is over heated and is now lying on a blanket I put in the freezer two hours ago
I had Chicken supreme ….something I haven’t had since the 1980s
As promised a quick snap of my new curlew painting
Queer Art
Holiday day three.
The weather remains fine.
Very warm with a nice sea breeze.
I popped over to the Mostyn Gallery to see the Tarek Lakhrissi My Immortal exhibition
Which was described thus“Taking the 2003 song ‘My Immortal’ by American pop group Evanescence as its title, the exhibition reflects upon the notion of community, particularly a queer community which it considers as a complex, fragile and ephemeral entity. On the one hand it can offer possibilities of love, empowerment and protection but also nightmares and fears”
I read the exhibition notes for a long time https://www.mostyn.org/sites/www.mostyn.org/files/Exhibition%20Guide%20Tarek%20Lakhrissi%20ONLINE.pdf
But still didn’t grasp his concepts fully.
I did like the spear mobiles though…..quite beautiful. I posted photographs on my Facebook page and my Sheffield bestie commented
Did you inform the gallery they have been robbed? All those mobiles stolen that were hanging from the wires. The horror!x“
I had a flat white in the cafe and, bought a picture of a curlew which made me feel better then went for a long walk on the Prom and out along the pier .
The breeze was gloriously warm
I bought myself an ice cream and people watched for a while
Everyone seemed to be in couples
I’m meeting a friend for dinner later
Tomorrow I’m off to London
Holiday Day Two
Holiday day two today.
I’m off to Mostyn Art Gallery tomorrow afternoon then I’m catching up with an old friend for dinner. I want to plan “holiday” things after today.
Today was another “ jobs catch up day”
Mandy & Sailor John from next door gave me an old bookcase a while ago .
It was a utilitarian, ugly piece that sucked the life out of my office/ spare bedroom
Yesterday, I sanded it down and painted it a cheerful gentle yellow with the paint leftover from the living room.
A bit rustic but certainly an improvement
I’ve gone all DIY
Stand Off
Ozzie
My sister brought her dog, Ozzie up to the cottage for the night.
The whole family is attending a wedding in October and for that night Ozzie will be coming up to Trelawnyd to be babysat.
He has never been parted from my sister before.
Now I am an old hand at introducing new dogs into the household…god knows I’ve had enough experience and the secret to it has always been , stay calm, remove leads, and show everyone you are the boss.
Ozzie’s introduction to Dorothy and Mary was fine. They had all met before on the occasional walk so after the initial sniff and greet all three settled down on their respective chairs and rugs to rest as I blogged and watched tv from my place on the trendy blue sofa.
Then Albert appeared on the stairs.
Now Albert despises new dogs
To him they are irritating stupid beings that need to be driven out of his peaceful life and home.
And his eyes flashed a cold gold behind the bannisters.
I watched the drama unfold and almost held my breath.
Ozzie was oblivious .
He was a bit unsettled, which was understandable and after sitting for a while he decided to explore the cottage. While he was in the kitchen, Albert walked stiffly down the stairs and sat behind the little yellow armchair in the alcove.
Ozzie walked past him twice without knowing he was there and as he was upstairs sniffing at Dorothy’s old wee stain on the office rug, Albert stalked into the kitchen after giving me a very angry look.
The inevitable meeting came moments later.
Ozzie looked at Albert with a surprised expression on his face as the cat walked back slowly into the living room.
He jumped forward without thinking, giving a little woof as he did so.
And Albert reared up, yowled loudly and swiftly boxed Ozzie’s face with at least six smart very sharp jabs
The drama was over and Dorothy hadn’t even opened one sleepy eye.
Ozzie hid behind the draught excluder by the front door for a while.
Albert gave himself a victory walk around the living room and then sat on the arm of the sofa next to me and licked his arse and a relaxed manner.
As Ozzie watched silently, Albert then rubbed heads with me ( to underline his social standing) and then very slowly got up and walked up the stairs to bed.
Wash Day
First day of holiday.
Washing day.
I’ve cleaned the cottage and stripped the beds .
The duvet covers are pristine white and are drying gently on the field gate in the warm breeze we have today
Their presence signals I am home.
Monday’s were always wash days when I was a child.
The house smelled of OMO and hot water and the twin tub churned loudly in the back kitchen .
They were busy days
My grandmother was always there
Big arms bare to the elbow and her face perspiring, she would squeeze the clothes and sheets through the mangle before filling the washing lines with laundry, wooden pegs in her mouth.
Lunch was hurried leftovers from Sunday dinner.
Dark gravy to soften the dry meat.
The ironing came later.
Ironing the whites with stories a plenty to entertain us with.
I used to love wash days just because of her.
I ironed the duvet today , which was a first .
I was shamed into by a gay friend who thought I was an animal for never doing so before.
I remembered my grandmother as I did so.
Wriggling the tip of the iron in the corners, like she did.
I never think of her for the longest of times now, then bam! a memory will surface like a whale breaching a calm sea and suddenly you are surrounded with thoughts and memories and smells and feelings from fifty years ago.
I miss her still
On wash days
Klute
I was in my 20s when I saw Klute. It was probably run late at night on channel 4 and I remember then thinking it was a class act.
I revisited it today at The Storyhouse and I was even more impressed with this new noir 1971 thriller which broke the mould by concentrating on the characterisation of its main female protagonist rather than the reveal of who was the serial killer.
Jane Fonda excels as the call girl Bree Daniels, a bright, intelligent woman who clearly understands her motivations in life. Through some revealing monologues with her pragmatic psychiatrist we see Bree take control of her call girl life where mysogyny and sexism controls her acting life. This existence is suddenly complicated by the appearance of a strong, and passive private detective ( a doe eyed Donald Sutherland) who is investigating the disappearance of one of Bree’s supposid tricks and Bree has to confront proper and normal emotional attachment as they embark on a tentative and somewhat complicated relationship.
Director Alan J Pakula concentrates the camera on Fonda at almost every turn and she replays his trust with a nuanced and devastating intelligent performance.
She’s a revelation, she really is and although the movie is essentially a character study of a woman in the sex industry , the film works very well as a creepy, serial killer thriller, but this objective is incidental to the main narrative .
If you haven’t seen it, please give it a go.
I’ll leave you all with this hilarious drag performance of let it go from Frozen
It has nothing to do with Klute
But it did make me titter
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