Reflected

I think this photo is rather good so I thought I would inflict it on yous. It was taken at Tate Modern on Sunday.

Gone Down to London.

I went to see a West End musical last night first time, it was great. Mind you it was "The Producers" which as it was based on a film first was guaranteed to have some form of plot and boy what a plot that was, and not just be a show where you come out humming the sets. It was impressive, exceptionally funny in places, the sets looked smashing, the cast gave it some welly, the chap who played Fritz the German would have been in danger for stealing the show had his part been any bigger.

Anyhoo I wasn't intending to go into a full blown review of the show, no what I had intended mentioning was this.



As we were enjoying our pre show drinks in the grand circle saloon of the theatre we became mesmerised by the rather dodgy triptych above the bar. We could recognise some of the faces, but why was something so amateurish hanging up in Drury Lane Theatre? You'd have thought that they could afford to get a few works in by real artists. Hell most artists would happily exhibit there for free if they thought there was a chance of sales.

It wasn't until we were enjoying our interval drinks, that we realised after taking a gander at a few more of the poor paintings on display that they were all by Ronnie Wood, he of The Rolling Stones, the one who fancies himself as a bit of an artist.

Bit of a shame he's not very good.



And that is one of the better ones too.

The theatre was full of them, I guess he's "mates" with Andrew Lloyd Webber such is the way of show business I guess.

Flickr Fusbol

Never watch a Telly programme which is presented by an ex Python in the same room as someone who can quote the entire script to "The Life Of Brian" The screeches of "Homage! You're all drunk, it's disgusting..." almost made me spill my drink.

Meanwhile back in cyberland - I was idly looking at flickr earlier when I came across these photos from the world cup I think they are rather good.

Too Hot Too Blog

And I'm going to London this weekend. It looks like it's gonna be hot next week as well, I'm feeling rather smug now because I've got the week off work and my office becomes unbearable when summer gets warm.

State Funeral For Thatcher?

First things first: I can't believe that I'm linking to the Express along with the Mail the most evil unpleasant paper in this otherwise fair land.

But I saw that linked to whilst flicking through the MailWatch forum, my immediate reaction was "The old bag is dead and nobody told me?" but it turns out that it is only Blair making plans for the funeral. On paper, this is of course deeply wrong the evil bat doesn't deserve a state funeral (the Falklands war was caused by her government ignoring Navy intelligence, that is not something to celebrate.) but then again I'd watch it just to ensure that she was actually dead and to that garlic, wooden stakes and a lot of concrete are involved. It is also exceptionally canny of Labour as the Guardian news blog points out.

1 Year and a Few Days

So, well I've been blogging for over a year now, so yay me! I had planned to do a 12 month retrospective, was going to get the Tate Modern to curate it, but then I got the actual anniversary wrong. For some reason I thought it was 4th June 2005 when it was actually the 2nd, D'oh. It seemed a bit pointless going to all that effort for the wrong day so I haven't bothered.

I love Morrisons

This is the Morrisons in King's Lynn

Simon doesn't he describes it as "That Chavvy Northern shop where they sell lard" I think this is most unfair. True the clientele when we shopped there last night were not mostly ABC1's but you can say the same for any Tesco round here.

When I was a poor student and then a very poor unemployed person in Sheffield it was Morrisons (and Netto) that helped me keep body and soul together and the threat of scurvy away. Morrisons is cheap and good quality, I think it's great. Yes it does do northern specialties such as Stones Bitter and many types of mushy peas, but only selling lard? Au contraire Simon I think not, it had fresh meat, fish and deli counters long before the local Tesco's did.

As for Chavviness? Well we were walking through the delightful centre of King's Lynn this lunchtime when we overheard, well we could hardly miss him as he was bellowing, a father call for his small daughter, "Oi Chicago, git yourself 'ere" I think that the town has more to answer for that than the shop.

This afternoon we took a look at the ruined church of Bawsey photos are here