Westcentric grub

Eating out is not my natural environment. Ordering, lavish décor, waiting to be served, polite conversation, slow eating of ordered food, ambient atmosphere, the tip- it’s really not for me. I’m far happier in a rowdy public house. Nonetheless, it was a special occasion so Mrs W and me had a night out at a popular eating place in town.

After the pre-ordering ritual we waited for our starter for ten. It duly arrived and no complaints so far. Halfway through the first course is when I had an inkling this was going to be one of those nights. “Is everything OK?” asked the waiter. Oh yes, delicious, tasty etc. etc. Continue reading “Westcentric grub”

Underrated: Andrea Temesvari

Who?

In la primavera a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, in the summer it turns to tennis. Back in the days of wooden racquets, all white clothes and Dan Maskell I was crazy about tennis. I used to play all the time becoming quite adept at the sport.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful Hungarian tennis player called Andrea Temesvari. She batted balls in the 1980’s and is a contemporary of me. When she was winning the Italian Open in 1982 I was celebrating being crowned school champion. It was a vintage year for tennis. Continue reading “Underrated: Andrea Temesvari”

It’s official, the age of chivalry is dead

There was no way that I was going to lay my denim jacket over the puddle in the camber for the fair damsel aloft on the kerb to step on and cross the road, no matter how pretty she was. I didn’t want history to repeat itself. My head is quite happy on top of my neck. I’m also quite fond of the jacket.

And as I observed a few couples idling walking along the pavement I knew that chivalrous behaviour was for the knights. It was something my old grandmother used to say to me.

The three partnerships I saw, of varying age groups, were holding hands as they strolled. Romantic as this was, it was their positions that was all wrong. The females were situated nearest the kerb and closet to the traffic. My granny always said that the gentleman should always be placed on the outside, otherwise the man was putting the woman up for sale.

In other news today…

You don’t get something for nothing
You can’t have freedom for free

Lyrics © Neil Peart

My son bought a Blackberry Tablet from Curry’s a few weeks ago. Included in the sale was a three month trial subscription for The Times. This was of no use to him so I grabbed the prize. I’m not sure if anyone here is a Times+ subscriber but I’m sure most of the UK Charioteers will have bought a copy of the newspaper at some time.

The package in the deal includes full access to The Times website and a daily downloaded copy of the whole newspaper to your android (I have a simple Acer). There are other bonuses exclusive to Times+ subscribers but I won’t go in to them here.

I’m getting to the main point now; the thrust of the blog, if you like. There seems to be a number of news and magazine sites that are introducing a pay wall or limited access to their home. The new generation don’t have the same liking for paper and some older readers are “genned” up in the digital age which means that producing a paper copy can be unprofitable. I believe the American current affairs magazine Newsweek is available online only. Will there come a day when all newsprint is vanquished?

I hope not, I prefer the paper version. Turning and folding the rustling, creasing pages with big inky fingers, spilling tea on it, drawing moustaches/glasses on random figures and finally, shaping and constructing elaborate paper planes to fire at hostile family members. Great fun these newspapers, one of these days I might get round to reading one.

Overrated: Brian May

I bet you weren’t expecting this one.

Dr Brian Harold May CBE was the lead guitarist with the acclaimed rock band, Queen. Brian’s achievements in the world of music and outside music are too numerous to mention here. Suffice to say the university educated astrophysicist has hoovered up lots of honours. Principally, I would imagine because he is dynamite with a guitar in his hands.

It is well-known and not just in Queenland that Brian with his dad’s help created his own guitar before he was famous, the axe is affectionately known as the Red Special. The unique sounding guitar was played on all the albums and made Queen’s music distinctive from the rest. So far, so good.

Queen can do no wrong for me as you probably know. I always believed there were two geniuses at play in the world of Queen. Latterly, I have been downgrading that rating. There was only one. Continue reading “Overrated: Brian May”

Overrated: Robert Redford

One of the most well-known actors of his age Robert Redford has received two Oscars. Tellingly, none of them were for his acting. Redford’s most distinguished award came from France. In 2010 he was made a chevalier in the Ordre national de la Légion d’honneur. This is nothing to brag about, MOO’s probably got one. Although established by Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte the decoration is now handed out willy-nilly to lesser mortals. It’s on a par with winning an England football cap.

Hollywood loved the young Redford. He was your average all-American good looking blond boy, made for the screen. Nevertheless the young star showed signs of vanity and only wanted to be shot (film terminology meaning shot from a camera not a gun, for the avoidance of doubt) from his best side. He was conscious of the presence of facial moles on his right side and they were kept to a minimum on film. This startles me as imperfection is more interesting. Motorhead’s Lemmy has warts the size of golf balls on his coupon yet it doesn’t bother him and he’s done alright for himself. Continue reading “Overrated: Robert Redford”

Megadeth are coming to town

As big, brash redheads go Musty is in a class of his own. Not long to go until I see the ginger one in the flesh. Dave Mustaine is the singer, guitarist, penalty kick taker and chief songwriter of the family friendly thrash metal band, Megadeth. Our Dave also holds black belts in karate and Taekwondo, so although he’s a Christian (this is true), he’s not the type of guy that gets sand thrown in his face. He’s a mass of contradictions is the evangelist with the Dick Dastardly voice.

Contrary to popular myth, heavy metal gigs are not full of hard men (and women). Most of us are only kid-on tough guys pretending to be the spawn of Crowley with our devil’s horn gestures. I’ve been to many standing room shows and only seen one fight which was between two young lads, worse for drink. It was an absolutely appalling fight to boot. Continue reading “Megadeth are coming to town”

Fortune cookies aren’t Chinese

The films aren’t as good as the comics: well known saying.

After waiting a few weeks to let the vast crowds of True Believers die down I watched the latest Marvel blockbuster to hit the big screen, Iron Man 3, with a sprinkling of TB’s. Recently, superhero films have not made much of an impression on me. Poor characterisation, not so good special effects and less than subtle plots that have no sense of any impending danger. In short, they’ve been terrible to watch. Dull, a word I very rarely use. IM 3 is a return to form for the brand.

This film is a delight even for non-fans of the genre. It has a cracking story with unexpected villains that aren‘t all they seem to be. No spoilers from me but there are lots of twists in the tale. There are many exciting moments that bring back fond memories of the gripping ends of the Flash Gordon serials of olde. (I didn’t see the original performances but saw re-runs on the TV when I was young. Honest ). There’s the most beautiful woman in the world, allegedly, Gwyneth Paltrow, if you like that sort of thing. Naturally, there’s the obligatory Stan Lee cameo.

And then there’s the humour. The Iron Man franchise has always had a plethora of one-liners in its armoury. In it’s third outing it ups the ante. One visual gag in particular concerning a Iron Man duplicate is very amusing. Robert Downey Jr. is again, terrific in his role as the man in the tin suit. He gets the best lines. And doesn’t he deliver them well. Continue reading “Fortune cookies aren’t Chinese”

The Flood

It was raining cats and dogs and frogs and
Fearing the flood would not abate I built
A boat; And two by two my zoo took shape

Caterpillars shared room with centipedes
But man, I kept the spiders from the flies
No tigers about so no life of Pi
Gathering my flock I prepared to sail
Then the heavens closed to bring sunshine
Thank God for that as I am no Noah
The animals are all female, probably
And it would be the end of humanity