Saturday, 28 April 2007
Thursday, 26 April 2007
Despite my attempts to hog the glory by crashing my bike on a level crossing out of Hull, this post is to alert you to the work of two of my mates currently doing the bizness in the theatre world. Joy's play, The Aquatic Ape, starring the voice of no less than Matthew Kelly, is available to listen to at www.bbc.co.uk/radio4, and has been given new sea legs since I saw it in a Lift at the Edinburgh Pleasance three (is it really that long?) years ago. And dashing Dave Windass brings Sully back to Hull Truck in a fortnight. I was there for the first night and it was one of the most emotive, highly-charged bits of theatre I've ever seen. Wonder if Paul Cooke'll turn up?
Me? Well apart from a bruised elbow, I've been listening, with the rest of the country to Favourite Worst Nightmare (like a raunchy Breathless compared to the Sillitoeisms of Whatever ...), reading William Dalrymple's exemplary The Last Mughal and admiring Lincolnshire in springtime. Oh, and, I'm writing loads for various story competitions and college deadlines. Wa-hey!
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
Sunday, 22 April 2007
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
Saturday, 14 April 2007
Dee's horse, picked completely at random, comes a creditable fourth in the Grand National, at 66/1. She picked the horse, in typical non-gambley fashion, by pointing at it from a distance and saying: "I want that one". Me reading the biog which described the horse as "dour" and "unyieldly" convinced her it was the one she wanted. She thought "dour was very south Yorkshire - steady", and being a Doncaster lass I wasn't going to argue with her. Anyways it earnt us a nice £54, which we are going to spend on Chiquito's cocktails, the new Jon Heder film Blades Of Glory and a nice Balti. Earlier today we went to the superb William Blake exhibition Mind Forg’d Manacles: William Blake and Slavery at the Ferens, and marvelled at his drawings and literary obsessions. Note to Doherty (a regular reader of Hull Bloggers): this is the proper Albion, sunshine, not your sixth-form nonsense. Then, inspired, to Billy Wilberforce's and the Streetlife for the best Hull has to offer, before cheering on Philson's Run to fourth down the Tap n Spile with eight regulars and a mangy dog, in glorious temperatures. Pretty much the perfect Saturday.
Friday, 13 April 2007
Thursday, 12 April 2007
Wednesday, 11 April 2007
Monday, 9 April 2007
A succinct round-up of my Easter fun, which ended up being some kind of weird quasi-biblical parable featuring parking wardens and a knackered air bed.
First of all, I'm really noticing the marked contrast between Hull and Lincolnshire every day. The drive across the Wolds features crazy green sprayers, squashed animals and weird villages like Great (Loose And) Limber, and, I kid you not, a place called New York, which is just a crossroads with a church and a dose of bad feeling. But the Wolds is nothing compared with Spring Bank West, the last but one street on my return home. Last week I saw a granddad actively encouraging his top-off grandson to go on the nick ("go on, son, cow and gates and a copy of Psychologies"). Anyways, moving on.
Friday began with the modern interpretation of Jesus on a donkey. Hull's parking enforcers, Park Smart, on their little mopod's, were on my street, giving little Good Friday £60 tickets to the illegally parked. Not sure what Jesus would make of their blatant disregard of Bank Holidays. Nice that Hull City Council can ignore the crucifixition by turning the screw on motorists. I managed to move my car in time, only to get into a spot of road rage with an over-75. Hang on, I thought, I've just raised £5k for you lot, so you can cut me up at a junction.
Typical. Saturday was spent laughing at Jeffrey Archer's missing statues in Grantchester, Cambridgeshire. Our Easter Sunday was spent realising that the airbed we were sleeping on round at Dee's mums had a puncture and we were flat on our backs. Luckily, some duct tape and a pump enabled us to create our own resurrection of the airbed in the early hours. The bed rose, and peace was brought to a troubled Doncaster.
House update: Gazzumped
Listening: Alexander 'Skip' Spence. Recorded with Moby Grape. Went mad, attacked band with axe, sent to Bellevue, discharged and biked to Nashville in pajamas, recorded cracked solo album, died penniless, you know the drill; Nelly Furtado
Robert Wyatt radar: Glimpsed beraded through window cradling a hot tea
Wednesday, 4 April 2007
Tuesday, 3 April 2007