Bob Harris: Still whispering after all these years – Bob Harris

A fairly candid autobiography of Bob Harris the DJ and television broadcaster.  This book tells Bob’s story from his early life, his adult personal life and his life in and around music from the 1970s up to the present day.

I’m not really old enough to “get” Bob Harris.  By the time I was old enough to watch Old Grey Whistle Test it was Janice Long presenting and the programme was past its best.  I enjoyed listening to Bob’s Saturday late night programme when it was on Radio 2.  I didn’t like all the music but I did like how eclectic it was and how knowledgeable Bob was.  I think my response to the book reflects this; don’t really get the cultural references and some of it is interesting and thought-provoking.

I did enjoy learning more about the Old Grey Whistle Test.  I loved learning that the phrase emanated from the Brill Building and the way the song writers knew if they had written a hit or not.  It was also interesting to find out how the programme was made and just how involved everyone was in the planning and execution of each one.

I liked finding out more about the music business from a non-musician’s perspective.  It adds to what I’ve learned from the autobiographies of musicians like Springsteen, Keith Richards and John Lydon.

Harris himself doesn’t come out of the book particularly well.  I think he sums it up quite well when he says he was a married man living the life of a single man.  He comes across as quite selfish and self-centred in his private life.

The book seems to run out of steam towards the end – perhaps Harris had a deadline to meet – and I think the quality of the book deteriorates.  The later chapters are a bit of a “famous people I know” fest and the writing becomes trashy-novelesque, with all friendships being “deep and meaningful” relationships; what happened to just being good friends with someone and simply enjoying their company?

Another of those 2/3s good forget the last 1/3 books.


Twelfth Night – RSC

I’ve been looking forward to seeing this for ages – I bought the tickets  in the summer – and I really liked the idea of seeing Twelfth Night on twelfth night.  I enjoy the play, or most of it and I was intrigued at the idea of Vyvyan Basterd playing Malvolio, having not, at that stage, seen Ade Edmondson playing it straight in Bancroft.

The set and setting was what I’ve come to expect from a Christopher Luscombe directed play at RSC; lush Victorian/Edwardian country house.  It looked lovely but was a bit faffy when scenery needed changing and there was a pause every time Orsino’s decadent Turkish setting needed to slide backwards to make room for Olivia’s conservatory or drawing-room to swing forwards.  Good idea but didn’t quite work.

The cast were good, if not outstanding.  I never quite believed Kara Tointon’s Olivia was smitten by Cesario/Viola but it didn’t distract from the story. Antonio’s love for Sebastian was more believable.  Dinita Gohil and Esh Alladi were good as Viola and Sebastian.

I liked the fact that Sir Toby was portrayed with an edge of malice to both his duping of Sir Andrew and the revenge he exacts on Malvolio for trying to curb his excesses.  It made more sense of his and Maria’s treatment of Malvolio and the way they run off together.

I was disappointed by Vivien Parry as Maria.  I found her difficult to hear even when she was towards the front of the stage.  She was much better in A Christmas Carol.

Michael Cochrane acted Sir Andrew Aguecheek well but, without being too rude, he looked too old for the part.  A Sir Andrew of that age would have been duped out of his fortune well before Sir Toby got his hands on him.

So, I guess the question raised by my comment at the beginning of this article is how well did Adrian Edmondson do?  My answer would have to be pretty well!  He was stately and on his dignity at the beginning, believable when he is reading the letter purporting to come from Olivia and revengeful when he finds out about the trick that has been played on him.  He didn’t light up the stage in the same way John Lithgow did when he played the role (my favourite Malvolio to date); I think this was mainly down to the scene where he approaches Olivia cross-gartered and smiling, which wasn’t quite grotesque enough.  I would be interested to see him in other roles.

Who’d have thought in the early 1980s that Vyvyan and Theophilus P Wildebeeste would turn into serious actors!

Overall this was a fun, enjoyable evening at the theatre and I’d recommend you see it if you get the chance – there’s a live screening on 14/02, which broadens your choices.

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The cyclist who went out in the cold – Tim Moore

Happy New Year and I hope you all have a happy, healthy and successful 2018.

I’ve done a reasonable amount of reading over the holiday period but the book I’m reviewing today came about in rather odd circumstances.  I love Tim Moore’s travelogues and have had this one on my radar for sometime but not got round to reading it.  I have been reading a couple of rather heavy (both literally and figuratively) chewy books, both about Nazi Germany. I’ve also been catching up with the latest series of Peaky Blinders in quite big chunks.  The end result of this was a nightmare about armed gunmen bursting into the Royal Shakespeare Theatre and gunning everyone down!  I can vividly remember throwing myself under my seat in the dream and waking myself up before finding out whether my partner was safe or not!  A horrible dream that lingered with me all day…whilst going to Stratford to the theatre! The end result is that we went to Waterstones in Stratford to buy some happy books and “The cyclist who went out in the cold” was one of them.

Moore’s latest cycling adventure is to cycle the length of the Iron Curtain on a new(ish) cycle route, the Euro Velo 13.  This being Moore, he does it on a MIFA 900, the GDR equivalent of a Raleigh Twenty

I can’t imagine riding 10 miles on this sort of bike but to do 10400km on one strikes me as being utterly bonkers, even by Tim Moore standards.

The Iron Curtain Trail starts in Norway, continues into Finland, into Russia, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Kaliningrad, Poland, Germany (zigzagging across what used to be the border between East and West), Czech Republic, Austria, Slovakia, Hungary, Slovenia, Croatia, Serbia, Romania, Bulgaria, Greece, Turkey and finishing at the Black Sea back in Bulgaria.  There is a mix of terrain, complete contrasts in weather and the usual Tim Moore mix of people he meets along the way.

The book varies between laugh out loud moments of sheer silliness, poignant moments and interesting diversions into bits of history related to the places Moore visits.

It was great to recognise descriptions of places I have also visited in the book although I do think that the author is a bit uncharitable about some of the places. Perhaps you see things differently coming to them cold and wet on a bicycle from how you see them coming in warm and dry on a coach.  Especially in the northern countries when it is still winter conditions.

My other slight niggle is that the later countries didn’t get quite the same level of detail as the countries up to and including Germany.

I really enjoyed this book.  It was exactly what I needed after my nightmare and, because I was enjoying it so much I read it in 2 afternoons.  This is a truly epic and interesting journey.  Tim Moore, I take my cycle helmet off to you!

Imperium Parts I & II – based on the books by Robert Harris and adapted by Mike Poulton for RSC

A long title for today’s post and a very long day driving down to Stratford, watching two plays in a day and driving back again!

I haven’t read any of the three books these plays are based on although I have read some of Robert Harris’ books and have one sitting in my pile of books to read. I also don’t know that much about ancient Rome, other than what I’ve learned from seeing Shakespeare’s Roman plays, so this felt like an adventure into the unknown.

Rather than being two definite plays these are more like two lots of three “playlets” each covering a chapter in the life of Cicero.

The first play starts with Cicero coming to power as Consul, unusual in that he is a self-made man, and trying to reinstil the old values of the Republic into the populace. Julius Caesar, Catiline and Crassus are plotting against him.

The second segment of play I covers Catiline’s uprising and Cicero’s handling of the crisis, ending with Cicero passing death sentence on some of the conspirators but sparing Caesar.

The final segment is entitled Clodius. Clodius is a friend of Cicero who commits an act of sacrilege against the Vestal Virgins. Knowing him to be guilty Cicero refuses to defend him. He manages to get acquitted and swears revenge on Cicero.  Cicero is then inveigled into defending Hybrida and ends up being accused himself.  Cicero is forced to seek Caesar’s protection.

Play II covers the more familiar territory of Caesar, Mark Antony and Octavian as seen in Shakespeare’s plays Julius Caesar and Antony and Cleopatra, but seen from the perspective of Cicero whose star is fading but who is still a pawn in the power politics of the era.

I enjoyed the plays and learning something more about ancient Rome; I shall need to look out a book on the Roman Empire, if anyone can recommend one.

I thought Richard McCabe did an amazing job of portraying Cicero from new Consul to old relic on the sidelines.  He must have been exhausted by the end of the day having been in pretty well every scene of the two plays.

Peter De Jersey did a good job a Caesar, seemingly rational with bits of megalomania peeping out in the early stages.

Joe Dixon was a bit bonkers in play I as Catiline – some definite scenery chewing going on! – but made an interesting Mark Antony in play II.

I thought the women actors were woefully under used.  All the female parts were very small and either harpies or floozies.  I know ancient Rome was a male dominated society but there are enough examples of women wielding high levels of influence and power in this period to have given an actor of the stature of Siobhan Redmond something more to do!

I loved the stage set for the plays.  It was simple, dramatic and flexible.  It was also slightly disconcerting to have no actual stage and to have to remember to keep your feet tucked in so you didn’t trip up an actor as they walked past.

One thing I wasn’t sure about was the globe hung above the stage. I guess the colour changes represented the changing influences of the planets but it wasn’t obvious and sometimes the patterns playing on its surface were a distraction.  The small boy sitting next to me during the second play was clearly confused by it and kept asking his Dad what it was for.  Dad didn’t have an answer.

I also thought the costume department did a great job.  Sitting so close to the front we got a close up of the level of detail that went into each costume and into making each character look different.

And, as an extra bonus, the lovely staff of the RSC had spotted that it was the 100th performance we had attended and stood us a drink.  Thank you.

Overall, I’m pleased we went to see these two plays.  It will be a long time before we see two plays in one day again – it will take a while for my bum to recover! I learned something about ancient Rome.  And these plays won’t head onto my “must see if they ever do them again” list.

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Alan Turing; unlocking the enigma – David Boyle

A sort of biography of Alan Turing this is one of my less successful 99p from Amazon downloads.

In principle it is an interesting read.  It gave me more information about Turing’s early life and post-war work than I’ve read before; most of what I have read has been about Bletchley and has skimmed over other parts of his life. It also tells the story of Lord Sharkey’s proposed private members bill to give a statutory pardon to Turing.

I enjoyed finding out about Turing’s upbringing; his remaining in England whilst his parents returned to India and his mixed response to school.

It was also interesting to understand how the media shapes our perceptions of people.  Turing is often portrayed as an oddball loner only interested in his mathematical problems.  Yet this book suggests he was interested in philosophy and, whilst at Cambridge, seems to have been a reasonably sociable person.

The post-war era, as covered, seems to have been a frustrating and depressing time for Turing.  It seems there was a line drawn between theory and engineering and the ideas Turing was developing about computing and intelligent machines were stuck inside the “theory” bubble.

The book concludes that Turing’s death was suicide.  That he understood the Allies, particularly the USA, understood how much he knew from his code breaking days and, following the defections of Burgess and Maclean, they saw his open homosexuality as a threat to Western security.  He saw himself doomed to a lifetime of being observed and investigated.

What there is of the book is interesting, although I would call it a long essay rather than a book.  It skims over huge swathes of Turing’s life and I was looking for a proper biography.  It seems I will have to go on looking.

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Jingle Blues – The Chicago Blues Brothers at Alhambra Theatre Bradford

The perfect ways to relax and have fun after a somewhat busy and stressful end to the week.

I probably wouldn’t have come to see this of my own volition but a friend chose it as the way she wanted to celebrate her birthday.  I’m so glad she did.

You don’t have to be a Blues Brother aficionado to enjoy it although many in the audience were and it helped to make sense of the backdrop, the references and the dancing.

All of the songs you would expect were included and some Christmas songs thrown in as well.

In the first half the audience were polite and remained seated.  In the second half the band encouraged everyone to stand and dance.  I would have liked them to do so in the first half as well.  I find it nigh on impossible to sit still when I’m enjoying the music and would have appreciated some encouragement to stand and dance.

It’s a huge testament to the skill of the band that one of my friends, who is notoriously reticent about being seen dancing, voluntarily started grooving on at least 2 occasions! 🙂

At the end of the evening my feet hurt from trying to dance in one spot and my throat was dry from singing.

What would improve the show?  A couple of things for me.

Firstly, one of the pictures on the slide deck was a back view of a Santa with his arms around two girls wearing thongs, heels and skimpy tops.  Really?  Have we, as a society, not moved on from such pictures that objectify women?  Particularly when your audience is mostly women.  It was a jarring note in what was otherwise a good backdrop for the music.

Secondly, please finish the fringing on the dresses worn by Marcia and Laura in the second half.  The super, swingy fringing looked fabulous from the front and the back of the dresses looked cheap as though they weren’t finished off.

Apart from these minor nit-picks I had a really enjoyable evening and I’d certainly go and see the Chicago Blues Brothers again.

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A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens, adapted for RSC by David Edgar

This early in December I’m still a bit bah humbug about Christmas so I’m not entirely sure what possessed me to book tickets for A Christmas Carol on 2nd December but I’m so pleased I did.

The play starts with Charles Dickens and his friend and editor, John Forster discussing a tract Dickens has written on the iniquities of child labour.  Forster is telling Dickens that sugar-coated pills work better as a way to bring social injustices to people’s attention at Christmas.  So, begins the telling of the famous story.

I thought Phil Davis was an excellent Scrooge and, as he travelled back in time with the Ghost of Christmas Past, I loved the was he and younger versions of Scrooge interchanged with each other.

The plot moved along at a good pace without being too fast and bits of the story that often get missed out, like the Fezziwigs, got included.  There was also time to add in extra bits about the horrible plight of child labourers.

I thought the costumes were amazing; Jacob Marley’s ghost was particularly effective and I loved the garish, exuberant checks worn by most of the men in the cast.

The set overall was effective; it created an impression of the edges of poverty in London.  However, it didn’t quite hang together for me.  The towering backdrop of the warehouse front distracted from the human sized props on the stage, especially during the complicated door sequences in Mr Scrooge’s office.  It could almost have done with the top half being covered to focus the viewpoint on the stage.  And the doors got in the way of the action a bit.  I understand, from the gentleman sitting next to us, that how the scenery is used has already changed from the beginning of the week. I suspect it will change again before the end of the run.

Another part I’m not sure about is the section with Ignorance and Want.  I know that the book was written, in part, as a response to child labour.  Perhaps, in our current society, rather than highlighting child labour, the focus could have been directed at child poverty or poverty in general to remind people that although we live in a different world there are still social injustices to be fought.

There was plenty of light and shade in the production –  the dark parts of Scrooge’s story interwoven with humour, song and dancing – which dissolved some of my bah humbug feeling and has left me humming Christmas Carols.  And, of course, the story has the required happy ending.

Would I go and see it again?  Yes; although I wouldn’t rush back or make a special journey, if I find myself in Stratford and it is still showing I will go again.

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Whatever you think, think the opposite – Paul Arden

This is a book of sound bites about how to think to become successful.  The essential message is that to be successful you need to think your own thoughts not follow popular opinion and that rather than follow a steady trajectory you should bounce around a bit.

The secondary message is that any decision followed by an action is the right thing to do rather than making a “perfect” or “good” decision and doing nothing.  No, really?  Surprising conclusion, not!

This is essentially my problem with most self-help books, the fact that they almost all state the obvious in a generally patronising tone.

However, to be fair to the book it did make me think about whether I generate too many ideas and so end up doing nothing with them.  I’ve even gone so far as to write a list of 5 ideas I do want to do something with.  I guess the ultimate test of the book is whether any of the ideas get further than the list!

I did find it somewhat contradictory though that a book that encourages me to think differently is telling me what and how I should think!

The Middle Temple Murders – J S Fletcher

This detective novel was originally published in 1919 and recently republished.  I quite like period whodunnits as a bit of light relief after a busy day so I thought I’d give it a go.

The Middle Temple Murders

The essentials of the plot, without giving too much away, are that newspaper man Frank Spargo is on his way home late at night when someone comes out of Middle Temple shouting that a murder has been committed.  Spargo then works with Detective Sergeant Rathbury to investigate what has happened and to solve several puzzles relating to the murder; who the victim was, who his son is, who the crooked financier is and who the murderer is.

I enjoyed the period feel of the book.  It was of its period but didn’t feel too dated and the characters felt believable.  I kept reading because I wanted to know the answers to the puzzles.

Unfortunately, the ending didn’t live up to the rest of the book.  It felt abrupt, as though the author had run out of energy, ideas or time to maintain the same pace as the rest of the story.  This was a real disappointment and I felt let down.  On this basis I wouldn’t recommend the book.  I’m also reluctant to try any of the other period murder mysteries published by The Resurrected Press which is a shame.

Reflections on Goole – a film by Goole Civic Society

I was invited to a film premier on Friday evening.  Not quite a glamorous, Hollywood fancy frock job but something, in my view, much more valuable; a remembrance of things past and a reminder they are what makes our present and our futures.

The film is called “Reflections on Goole” and has been made by Goole Civic Society using a mixture of old photographs, bits of an old film made by Goole Junior Chamber, talking heads and some stunning aerial filming from Golden Media.

I got involved in the film by accident.  The date stone from a long demolished school is being returned to the town and there was an article in the local paper asking for memories and memorabilia.  My mother was the last Head at the school and taught there all her working life so I have quite a lot of photographs.  Margaret and John from the Civic Society came to see me and, after looking at the photos, stuck a video camera in front of me and asked me to reminisce about growing up in Goole.  I certainly didn’t expect to find myself in film!

The film covers lots of different aspects of the town and, with a mainly local audience, there were lots of “ooh, I remember that” and “who on earth was…” type comments during the screening.  It was definitely a nostalgia trip and I liked the fact that the purpose of the film is to celebrate what is good and interesting.  Goole sometimes gets a bad rap from the press and locals; I have to say I’m guilty of it as well.

If I was being a bit nit-picky I would say the narrative arc of the film isn’t always logical and it sometimes flits from one subject to another without finding a smooth bridge to cross.

What the film does do, extremely well, is to remind people of the history of Goole; what made it the place it is and why.  It also, I think, shows us why we should have some pride in the town and encourages us to have some ambition for it in the same way the Aire and Calder Navigation Company did when it founded the town in 1826.

The film also demonstrates the important role played by Civic Societies around the country in preserving the heritage of ordinary people living ordinary lives.  Without their work a lot of this history would be lost.

It is a privilege to have been included in this film and I’m looking forward to going to see it again with my school friends to one of the general screenings at The Junction on 25th January.

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