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Today it’s Clifton Chenier. If you’ve forgotten who he was, or you never knew, he’s worth a refresher.
Abuse of privilege
I don’t know what happened with the Sky cycle squad, nor do I care too much. But I do care that any body or anybody can be pilloried by a group of MPs without any obvious form of legal redress. Commons committees are meant to scrutinise Government, not to throw rocks at national heroes from a position of safety.
The old oak tree
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Sometimes the FA as an organisation just buggers belief; yes I do choose my words carefully.
G4
*Spoiler alert* Score one for me. A couple of weeks ago, I participated in a Facebook discussion, sparked by Maxim Jacubowski, about McMafia and James Norton’s performance as Alex. Maxim, a highly respected figure in the mystery business, saw him as one-dimensional. I understood that but argued that Norton has already proved his range by segueing from the seriously psychotic Tommy in Happy Valley into the randy vicar in Grantchester, and that if his portrayal was dead-pan, that was exactly how it was meant to be.
I went on to predict that at the end, Alex would evolve into someone very like Michael Corleone, in The Godfather.
As it turned out, that’s what happened, but there was much more. In fact the series turned out to be a pretty shameless reworking of the entire Godfather trilogy. Alex’s father Dimitri equalled the ageing Don with his enemies ranged against him. His interaction with Rebecca, his girlfriend, was close to Michael’s with Kaye, through the film series. There was the flaky sister, although her other half did make it out unscathed. (I admit that Faye Marsay’s casting did throw me; given her capabilities I expected more meat to her character.) The early murder of the reckless Uncle Boris had shades of the slaughter of Sonny Corleone, which Michael was always going to avenge. The retribution that befell Vadim happened following a funeral, as did the climax of the first Godfather. To cap it all, Vadim’s daughter died in a failed attempt on her father’s life. Where have we seen that before?
Maybe all this was trailed; if so, I missed it, as I am sure did most of the viewing audience.
Having made all these comparisons I must now concede that the makers of McMafia did not have a novel to adapt. Their series was based on a piece of non-fiction. My guess at the ending didn’t stop me from watching right to the finish; in fact it probably encouraged me. Okay, the guy who played Dimitri was no Marlon Brando in any language but he didn’t need to be because James Norton was able to carry the whole thing on his shoulders.
The next 007? I hope so, if only to ensure that McMafia 2 doesn’t happen; well should be left alone.
There but for the grace . . .
This morning’s news of the Las Vegas helicopter crash was an sobering start to my day. Thirteen years ago, Eileen and I did that same excursion, on a perfect day in January.
No, the photo wasn’t taken on the rim of the Canyon. It’s a standard shot they do before you leave McCarron Airport. It was great day out and the memory has lived with us ever since. We were flown by the young man standing beside me. He was named Scott; that I remember clearly. So was the pilot of yesterday’s tragic flight, and I’m guessing it’s the same guy. Our thoughts and prayers are with him, the other three survivors and the victims.
My recollection of Papillon Tours is of a very professional outfit, who delivered all they promised and brought us back safe after a stunning flight. They do hundreds of these flights every year, without mishap. Later today, I will dig out the video and look at it, not with any sense of relief, but in memory of those who didn’t make it back yesterday.
Explanation required
I have just noticed an item on sale on Amazon. This is its description:
‘Motion Activated Toilet Seat Night Light’
I kid you not. It begs all sorts of questions, not least, what colour is it?
Christmas
Thanks to all those who’ve explored Bob Skinner’s distant future in Skinner’s Elves. Last time I looked it stood at 399 on the overall Kindle sales list, a number I find both gratifying and astonishing.
The Man
Getting in the way of work, yes, even on a Sunday, ‘Versatile” by Sir George I-Van Morrison. He surely is, for on the same day, he released a blues set called ‘Roll with the Punches’, 31 tracks in total. The Man is, not to put too fine a point on it, still fucking brilliant; in fact I’ve never heard him sing better . . . even if he will never be John Coltrane.
This gives me hope, for he was born in the same year as me, on a birthday he shares with my wife.
Elfin
Thanks to everyone who has sampled ‘Skinner’s Elves’ since it was published two days ago, and thanks also to the generous reviewers.
I note that it’s number 75 in one of the Amazon category rankings. For a short story, that looks pretty good.
Pleased
I’m gratified by the pre-order response to Skinner’s Elves, the Christmas short story that I announced a couple of days ago, and which publishes on Amazon Kindle tomorrow, December 1. it’s only 6,000 words long but it tries to stand convention on its head, by beginning with a solution and ending with a mystery.
Enjoy. It’s for you.
For those who can’t wait . . .
I’m happy, and a little surprised if I’m honest, to announce a new arrival that wasn’t even a twinkle until a week ago. With very little encouragement, and with Christmas in mind, I have put together a 6,000 word Bob Skinner short story, set 24 years in the future. Its title is ‘Skinner’s Elves’, and it will be published on Friday, December 1, exclusively as an ebook, in the Amazon Kindle store. It’s available for pre-order now.
It sounds like a story for children, but it isn’t. In a real sense, however it’s a tale about children and the power they have to help us overcome, and to emerge from, the deepest despair.
Anomaly
The Paradise Papers are great fun, and they’re a welcome break from lunging, almost deniable knee-touching and elected representatives knifing each other. However the tabloids, with one notable exception, seem to be ‘avoiding’ an inconvenient truth. Tax avoidance isn’t illegal. In fact it’s an industry that could as easily be described as Tax Management. The system under which it thrives is put in place by governments, and can be changed at their instigation. So don’t blame Lewis, HM, or the people from Mrs Brown’s Boys. Blame Philip Hammond, George Osborne, Alastair Darling, Gordon Brown and all the Chancellors before them, who developed the tax framework and have been content to live with it.
That exception I mentioned? The Daily Mail, which seems entirely disinterested in everyone else’s story of the day. Could it be that the editor has been warned off by the proprietors? If so, why?
Amber Rudd
The current and deeply unpleasant Home Secretary is the worst sort of politician in my book. It’s a long time since I have seen anything as disgusting as the eagerness and speed with which she threw Michael Fallon under the bus yesterday on Sky News, or the appetite with which she swallowed the words that were thrust into her mouth by the anchor, knowing that they would become the headline of the day.
There’s an ironic old saw about there being no greater love than that which lays down the life of your best friend to save your own.
Eh?
‘Mugabe named as goodwill ambassador by WHO’
What can top that? Maybe Trump on ‘Would I Lie to You?’, but not much else
Secret no longer
Great day in our house; ‘State Secrets’, the 28th Bob Skinner mystery, is published, officially, in hardback, trade paperback, and ebook formats.
Happy to say it’s flying off the shelf and melting the Internet.
East Lothian girl and footballer in Sun shocker
Victoria furious over David Beckham’s friendship with wild socialite Lady Mary Charteris – The Sun
God’s in His heaven . . .
Lunch today with more than a little nostalgia; the Finlay family are back in the Waterside Bistro, Haddington, on the banks of the other Tyne. Jim is there too, in support of his sons, who are the new face of this business. Everything was just like old times, 30-odd years ago, including the quality of the food.
Welcome back, you’ve been missed.

