Welcome to Scotland’s newest bookshop’ opened in St Andrews by Robert Topping and Family. I look forward to my next visit.
Trade long and prosper.
Thank you Apple for screwing up my iPad by recommending that I instal OS8. As a result it has become painfully slow. Other users beware. Wouldn’t have happened when Steve Jobs was alive.
By the magic of Amazon Prime TV, over the weekend I watched the first two episodes of Ripper Street, Series 3. Readers of this blog, and many others will recall that when the BBC decided to axe the programme after S2, there was an outcry, until Amazon stepped in and agreed to continue the show, with our national broadcaster as a junior partner and the streaming audience having first dibs.
S3 is set four years later. Reid has become an obsessive figure, Captain Jackson has become Whitechapel’s official surgeon and drunk, Sergeant Drake is now Inspector, newly returned from Manchester, and Long Susan has closed her brothel and runs a property company and a women’s hospital and training school for nurses, the latter a gesture, no doubt, to those who had been critical of the way women were depicted in the earlier stories. The wicked Silas Duggan is, of course, as dead as he was at the end of S2, and has been replaced by a wicked lawyer.
Business as usual? No. The new series opens with a calamitous rail accident in the middle of Whitechapel, a by-product of a robbery. That is dark and gory, but it is nothing on episode two, which goes back to the theme of the first series and ends with a horrific plot twist and an act of violence so appalling that it gave me nightmares, for all that such fiction is the business I’m in.
Very occasionally on-screen drama can go beyond the pale, and be too realistic in its depiction of evil. As examples, I offer The Exorcist and Alan Parker’s Angel Heart. Ripper Street, S3, Part 2, is right up there with both of those. The streamed version shown on Amazon runs for an hour and eight minutes. The stories will have to be edited to fit the normal BBC TV hour, but there is no way that the screenplay I saw last night can be massaged to make it fit for a family audience. You have been warned.
Another TV puzzler. Where do Holby City patients acquire their amazing recuperative powers?
No matter how complicated the surgery, they are always back on the ward within an hour or two, sitting up in bed and chatting as if nothing had happened. The concept of Intensive Care does not seem to exist.
Initially I was going to give BBC1′s ‘The Missing’ a miss, because I reckoned it would be McCann-based, and too exploitative for my taste, but I’m hooked now. It’s spread over eight episodes so there’s a long way to go, but already I know that there’s something very wrong about the guy Mark, the UK police liaison at the start of the story, who’s with Tony’s ex at the present time. At the moment we’re being led towards Ken Stott as the bad guy, but I want to know more about the guy that Tony put in hospital, I want to know how the French cop wound up in jail, and I want to know how Baptiste got that limp and what’s the back story of his English wife.
Stacey Kent could sell out the Usher Hall, but instead she plays the intimate Queen’s Hall, because she enjoys it. So did her audience last night. Too bad she was only in Edinburgh for one night; I’d have gone again, and again and again
Okay, it may have been unofficial, and the turn-out was lower than it might have been, but Catalunya voted 80% for nationhood yesterday.
Will it make any difference? In the short term, probably not, but Spain is headed for constitutional change, sooner or later. It must be so; Madrid is even less popular than Westminster is in Britain, or Brussels in Europe.
I’ve been a Doctor Who fan for fifty-one years, and I still am. But what is all this stuff about the doctor suddenly having become Scottish? Through the last half century he has never been referred to as English, even though David Tennant eschewed his natural accent to play him? So why the sudden policy switch, and why did Missy’s accent head north of the border during the final confrontation?
Are they taking the piss, or is there an underlying message? I reckon there is. While the Doctor’s Scottishness was highlighted repeatedly through the series, we were reminded just as often that he is an alien. A very Freudian slip. That’s how they see us, folks. We are not of their world.
But Peter Capaldi’s great.
Off to the Queen’s Hall soon for the Stacey Kent gig. Last time I was there was for Harry Reid’s wedding reception, and that wasn’t yesterday.
Please someone, anyone, tell me what is going on within the Labour Party?
Yes, I know Ed’s a tube. I know he carries the mark of Cain. But they chose him, and six months before a general election is no time to be contemplating change.
This is a great day in the lives of my Catalan friends. Today they vote, to express their wishes for the future of their nation. Thanks to the obduracy of the right wing government in Madrid they can’t call it a referendum, but that is what it is.
Three results are possible, the status quo, a federal solution, or independence. They face the same pressures as we Scots did, but I anticipate a different outcome. No, the result won’t be binding, but if Catalunya votes decisively for change nothing will ever be the same again.
An evening with – Brad Paisley. Not a CD, but a playback version of last night’s live gig on Radio 2.
Thanks to the miracle of Catch-up TV I am now Catching-up with the HBO series, Newsroom. So far I’m pretty impressed. I have never seen Dumb and Dumber, but I will avoid it, for after this I could not imagine Jeff Daniels trying to play an idiot. It’s a classic piece of Aaron Sorkin, with all the virtues and vices of West Wing, the rapid fire dialogue, the politics and the will-they/won’t they sexual chemistry, with a triangle thrown in. If the fictional ACN’s News Night was a real programme, I’d watch it, for sure, ahead of the BBC version.
Quote of the day by Labour grandee David Blunkett, commenting on the internecine plotting within his party:
“When you are standing on the edge of a cliff it is unwise to believe that by jumping you will suddenly learn to fly.”
Arrogance ignorance and Greed – Show of Hands. Thanks to my friend Mike for the tip.
If I was Rio Ferdinand, I think I’d be suing the FA for restraint of trade. That body seems to think it’s all powerful; it isn’t, and it’s time that was made clear by the courts.
Am I wrong or is Bryan Ferry looking more and more like Rikki Fulton, the older he gets?
I learned long ago to avoid commenting on US politics on this blog. However I would like to know my good friend Pat Wright’s view on the new situation and on the fact that regardless of that outcome, every on-line bookmaker listed on Oddschecker still had Hillary Clinton as a very short-priced favourite to win the next Presidential election.
I’m interested, Pat, that’s all.
I have just driven to Haddington and back, and arrived home wearing my Mr Grumpy hat. Isn’t it time that farmers were obliged to clear up, on pain of a financial penalty, the crap, mud, etc that their vehicles leave on the public highway?