Saturday, July 03, 2010
151. INDEX 2 - Posts 132 to 150
Alan, Ray: 148 Alexander, Bruce: 144 Anderson, Lindsay: 136 Andrews Sisters, The: 137 Anonymous John, friend: 139 Armstrong, Alun: 134 Armstrong and Miller: 136 Ayres, Pam: 135 Baker, Simon: 147 Bakker, Thiemo de: 150 Balls, Ed: 142 Barclay, Linwood: 140 Barker, Ronnie: 139 Barenboim, Daniel: 133 Barlow, Gary: 137 Barnaby, DCI Tom: 145 Barnden, Neil: 132,146 Bassett, Linda: 142 Bassey, Shirley: 138 Beaton, M.C. 146 Beckett, Samuel: 141 Beckham, David: 134,136 Beesley, Max: 140 Beethoven: 133 Belzer, Richard: 132 Bentall, Ruby: 142 Berdych, Tomas: 150 Berkeley, Busby: 139 Betjeman, John: 137 Blackman, Honor: 137 Blackwood, Caitlin: 144 Blair, Tony: 142,146 Bleakley, Christine: 149 Blethyn, Brenda: 150 Blondie: 149 Bolton, Michael: 147 Boyd, D.I. Peter: 134 Bradley, David: 141 Branagh, Kenneth: 140 Brown, Gordon: 137,144,147 Brown, Charlie: 148 Brown, Wally: 135 Buchan, Andrew: 134,137 Burke, DCI Matt: 144 Burton, Tim: 149 Butler, Phil: 143 Butler, Steve: 143 Button, Jenson: 136 Byrne, Michael: 134 Callan, David: 134,137 Callow, Simon: 150 Cameron, David: 147 Cameron, James: 149 Capello, Fabio: 150 Caruso, David: 134,141 Christie, Agatha: 134 Clegg, Nick: 147 Clinton, Hillary: 132 Clunes, Martin: 136,147 Coltraine, Robbie: 136 Conti, Tom: 142 Corbett, Ronnie: 137 Coren, Victoria: 144 Costigan, George: 144 Cotton, Billy: 142 Coulby, Angel: 135 Cox, Brian: 137,139 Coyle, Brendan: 142 Cranham, Kenneth: 141 Creek, Jonathan: 143,144 Cribbins, Bernard: 139 Croft, DS “MJ”: 143 Cronin, A.J. 147 Crouch, Peter: 136 Crowe, Russell: 134 Crowther, Leslie: 145 Cruise, Tom: 148 Daly, Tess: 137 Dance, Charles: 136 Darius (Campbell): 140 Darling, Alistair: 144 Davies, Alan: 140,144 Davies, Russell T. 137,139,148,150 Defoe, Jermain: 150 Dempsey, Clint: 149 Dennis, Hugh: 147 Depp, Johnny: 149 Dexter, Colin: 147 Diggory, Cedric: 148 Dillow, Ian: 149 Djokovic, Novak: 150 Doc Martin: 136 Doctor Who 137,138,144,148 Dudgeon, Neil: 145 Duffy, Gillian: 146 Dunbar, Adrian: 144 Duncan, Lindsay: 137,141 Durham, Geoffrey: 139 Elba, Idris: 147,150 Eliot, T.S: 135 Ellis, grandson: 134,143,145,147 Evans, Chris: 134 Eve, Trevor: 134 Falco, Edie: 140 Farndon, Zoe: 146, 150 Federer, Roger: 150 Felton, Tom: 147 Fields, Gracie: 134 Fields, W.C. 147 Fiennes, Ralph: 133 Firth, Colin: 141 Fishburne, Laurence: 142 Fisher. Brian: 135 Fitzgerald, Ella: 137 Florek, Dann: 132 Foley, Dr. Grace: 134 Forbes, Bryan: 132,136 Ford, Phil: 137 Forsyth, Bruce: 137 Fox, Laurence: 147 Foyle, DCS Christopher: 145,146 Fradgley, Keith: 146 Frost, DI Jack: 144 Fry, Stephen: 138, 140 Garrow: 137 Gently, George: 145 Georgy: 132 Gerrard, Steven: 149 Gillan, Karen: 144 Giovinazzo, Carmine: 142 Gibbs, Leroy Jethro: 140,141 Graham, Julie: 140 Gilbert, Rhod: 138 Gleaves, Nicholas: 140 Granger, Ann: 137 Granger, Hermione: 143 Grant, Avram: 145 Grant, Hugh: 138 Green, Robert: 149 Grint, Rupert: 148 Grissom, Gil: 140 Hale, Amanda: 136 Halnan, Emma: 148 Hamilton, Victoria: 147 Hamlet: 136 Harden, Marcia Gay: 132 Hargitay, Mariska: 132 Hari, Johann: 144 Harmon, Mark: 141,142 Hartnell, William: 144 Hayes, Helen: 134 Head, Anthony: 135,138 Heather, friend: 147 Hickson, Joan: 134 Hill, Bernard: 143 Hirsch, Judd: 140 Hodge, Douglas: 141 Hogg, DCI Jason: 136 Horowitz, Anthony: 145 Hough, Stephen: 132 Howell, Anthony: 145 Hughes, Howard: 143 Hreidarsson, Hermann: 145 Hudson, Mr. 149 Humphrys, John: 140,142,144 Hurt, John: 135 Hurt, William: 145 ice-T: 132 Irons, Jeremy: 141 Isaacs, Jason: 150 Isner, John: 150 Izzard, Eddie: 139 Jacqui, daughter: 132 James, Bradley: 135,138 James, David: 145 Jane, Patrick: 147 Jason, David: Jay Z: 149 144 Jenkins, Gordon: 146 Jenkins, Jim: 135 Jess, granddaughter: 134 Johnson, Karl: 142 Johnston, Sue: 134 Jones, Suranne: 143 Joseph, Paterson: 140 Judge Judy: 148 Kanakarides, Melina: 142 Kay, Peter: 137 Kennedy, Sarah: 135 King, Si: 140 Kingsley, Ben: 145 Kinnock, Neil: 144 Kitchen, Michael: 134,141,145 Lampard, Frank: 149 Langston, Dr. Raymond: 140 Lansbury, Angela: 134 Laurie, John: 147 Law, Jude: 141 Lawless, Eamonn: 133 Lawless, Libby: 133 Laxton, Richard: 132 le Carre, John: 133,136 Lennox, Annie: 137 Lewis, DI Robbie: 147 Lisbon, Teresa: 147 Liszt: 133 Little, Ralph: 134 Logan, Phyllis: 144 Lord Charles: 148 Lumley, Joanna: 137,146 Luther, DCI John: 147, 150 Lyons, John: 144 McCall, Robert: 137 McCartney, Paul: 149 McCoy, Jack: 148 McDonald’s 134 McEwan, Geraldine: 134 Macfadyen, Matthew: 134 McGann, Paul: 150 McGrath, Katie: 135 McGuire, Dorothy: 141 McKee, Gina: 141 McKenzie, Julia: 134 McKinnon, Gary: 132,148 Mahut, Nicholas: 150 Malahide, Patrick: 140 Malfoy, Draco: 147 Malfoy, Lucius: 150 Maltravers, Dr. Edmund: 136 Mandelson, Peter: 142 Manning, Anita: 138 Maradona. Diego: 150 Marple, Jane: 134 Marquez, Ramona: 147 Martino, Al: 137 Mason, Jason: 147 Meatloaf: 140 Meirelles, Fernando: 133 Mellor, Ted: 135 Meloni, Christopher: 132 Mercer, John: 134,137 Merlin: 135,136,138 Messer, Danny: 142 Mitchell, David: 140 Mo, friend: 136 Moffat, Steven 144 Morgan, Colin: 135,138 Morrissey, David: 143 Morse, David: 134 Mowlam, Mo: 142 Mude, Minnie: 142 Murdoch, Rupert: 141 Murray, Andy: 150 Myers, Dave: 140 Nadal, Rafael: 150 Nesbitt, James: 132 Nettles, John: 145 Nieminen, Jarkko: 150 Nilsson, Harry: 146 Norton, Graham: 138,140 O’Briain, Dara: 140 O’Grady, Paul: 138 Ollivander: 134 Ömeroglu, Lara: 148 Ortiz, Cristina: 135 Pack, Roger Lloyd: 141 Palmer, Geoffrey: 137 Parish, Sarah: 138 Parkinson, Michael: 142 Pattinson, Robert: 148 Pendragon, King Uther: 138 Petrenko, Vasily: 132 Pinter, Harold: 141 Planer, Nigel: 140 Pond, Amy: 144 Potter, Harry: 134,143,147,148 Powley, Bel: 136 Preece, Nat: 135 Prescott, John: 142 Pullman, Sandra: 134 Putin, Vladimir: 132 Queen Elizabeth 2: 137 Quentin, Caroline: 134,144 Quirke, Pauline: 143 Rachmaninov: 135 Radcliffe, Daniel: 148 Raisin, Agatha: 146 Redgrave, Vanessa: 139 Redknapp, Harry: 145, 150 Redman, Amanda: 134 Reese, Della: 143,144 Reid, Anne: 143 Renwick, David: 144 Richardson, Joely: 139 Rickman, Alan: 141 Robbins, Tim: 143 Roddick, Andy: 150 Ronaldo, Cristiano: 150 Rose, Karen: 149 Roz, daughter: 132, 149 Rutherford, Margaret: 134 Ryan, Meg: 134 Sachar, Louis: 139,140 Sahil, Saeed: 143 Said, Edward: 133 Saint-Saens: 143 Scott, Dougray: 139 Seymour, Toby: 135 Shakespears Sister: 149 Sheen, Michael: 138,141 Shostakotich: 132 Sidle, Sara, 140 Simm, John: 139 Sinatra, Frank: 142 Skinner, Claire: 147 Small, Sharon: 136 Smart, Callum: 148 Smith, Andreas Whittam: 144 Smith, Alexander McCall: 132,141 Smith, Matt: 144 Somerville, Geraldine: 140 Sorbo, Kevin: 145 Soward, Maureen, 143 Soward, Pat: 143 Spacek, Cissy: 145 Standing, Gerry: 134 Stiller, Ben: 138 Stewart, James: 141 Stockwell, Brian: 135 Stott, Ken: 142 Stravinsky: 132 Stevenson, Robert Louis: 140 Taggart: 144 Tchaikovsky: 132,143 Tennant, David: 137,139,144 Tevez. Carlos: 150 Thatcher, Margaret: 135 Timmins, Robert: 142 Tofield, Simon: 142 Torres, Fernando: 150 Tsonga, Jo-Wilifred: 150 Tunney, Robin: 147 Turnbull, Giles: 140 Turner, Kathleen: 148 Urry, Marg: 135,143 Urry, Mike: 135,143 Vaughan, Frankie: 137 Villa, David: 150 Wade, Virginia: 150 Wainwright, Rufus, 146 Waite, Ralph: 141 Walters, Julie: 139,142 Walton, John-Boy, 141 Wasikowska, Mia: 149 Waterman, Dennis: 134 Waterston, Sam: 148 Watson, Emma: 148 Weeks, Honeysuckle: 145 Weisz, Rachel: 133 Wendy, friend: 136 West, Samuel: 141 Whitfield, Nick: 150 Willetts, David: 144 Williams, Serena and Venus: 150 Williams, Simon Channing: 133 Wilson, Richard: 135,137 Wilson, Ruth: 150 Wilton, Penelope: 141 Wingett, Mark: 143 Winkleman, Claudia, 137 Wogan, Terry: 134,137,139,140,142,143 Wonnacott, Tim: 138, 147 Wood, Victoria: 139 Woodman, George: 142 Woods, James: 145 Woodward, Edward: 134,137 Wordsworth, William: 137 Worsley, Arthur: 148 Wright, Bonnie: 148 Wyndham, John: 139
Friday, July 02, 2010
150. Mostly for Zoe
HOME.
Father’s Day.
I was gifted a great card in the form of a film advert for The Goodfather, which gave everybody a smile. And I had a DVD set of Chance in a Million, first series, with Simon Callow and Brenda Blethyn. We watched it with the same enjoyment we experienced in 1984. Pleasant memories. Lovely stuff.
As for the actual day, the description I best liked of it was: “Another load of American bollocks.”
Thank heavens for outspoken offspring.
The weather.
Driest spell since 1929, we are told. We went out and bought a four seater fishermans’ chair and a two seater rocker for the courtyard.
It has been too hot to sit out there.
We will, we will…
FOOTBALL.
England 0 - Algeria 0.
Ten minutes into the second half the cat Shadow made for the cat flap.
“Had enough then?” I enquired.
“Don’t know which is worse, the game or your language,” he replied.
Ho hum.
Slovenia 0 - England 1.
Harry Redknapp was one of the panel discussing this game and in the pre-match summary, acknowledging his bias as Tottenham Hotspur manager, said that Tottenham striker Jermain Defoe should be chosen to play.
He was and he scored the only goal.
Say what y’like, ol’ Harry does know his stuff.
Germany 4 - England 1.
The cat Shadow came in when it was over.
It was obvious they had been talking up on the roof.
“Well?” he said.
“No comment,” I said.
“You could always blame it on the red shirts,” he said.
“No comment,” I said.
“How about the goal that wasn’t given?” he said.
“No comment,” I said..
“Not having Harry Redknapp as manager?” he said.
I shook my head and shrugged. He sighed.
“Yeah,” he said. “They were crap.”
Argentina 3 - Mexico 1.
I managed to persuade my Leader, a dedicated visitor to anywhere else during football matches, to stay a while and see some real football. She was amazed by the skill and commitment of the South Americans, thought the ebullient Argentinian manager Diego Maradona was great and wondered why none of the England players could hit the ball like Carlos Tevez did.
Why indeed.
TENNIS.
Longest ever game.
Unlike snooker, they don’t give a ‘highest break’ type prize at Wimbledon.
If they did it would have to go to the American John Isner and his French opponent Nicholas Mahut: they played an absolute blinder over June 22nd, 23rd, and 24th 2010 to break the record for the longest ever tennis match. They played for 11 hours and five minutes.
If you have just returned from Mars and want to know more, go to Wiki.
Isner won and was unsurprisingly knocked out of the tournament the next day by Thiemo de Bakker of the Netherlands in 74 minutes.
And more of Wimbledon 2010.
Equally unsurprising was the reappearance of the fleeting shadow, Shadow.
“Poetry time again,” he declared briskly.
“Has the year gone that fast?” I muttered.
He ignored me and struck a poetic pose:
“Poem one: Who Needs a Roof?"
With a brand new roof worth millions of pounds,
Wimbledon’s ready for rain.
So view the baking Centre Court
You could get no more sunshine in Spain
Roddick’s been beaten and Federer, too,
By Berdych at the peak of his play.
Murray hangs on, though for just how long
I really would not care to say
Poor Jarkko Nieminen must have felt some alarm,
When an elderly lady (who does nobody harm)
Granted young Andy the rare accolade
Of her first Queenly Visit since Virginia Wade,
Pushing the lad, growing visibly stronger,
Into beating the Frenchman Jo-Wilifred Tsonga.
And onwards pell-mell to that ultimate hell
A semi final place on a court with Nadal.
It will soon be all over, the grunts and the blisters:
And a Ladies’ Doubles final with no Willams sisters.
Write none of them off. They will be back again.
To try out the roof in the Wimbledon rain.
He looked at me; I pretended not to notice.
“Poem two: Mostly for Zoe.”
I have said Roddick and Federer
Defy the art of rhyme,
Tomas Berdych ain’t much better
While Djokovic is a crime.
And when it comes to football
Ronaldo’s quite a pain
But so are Torres and Villa
Who both turn out for Spain.
I even had a foolish try
At rhyming Fabio Capello,
But my ‘Hello, England manager guy'
Really should have been 'Bye bye.’
So praise be for Zoe Farndon,
A reader and a pal
Whose name rhymes well with Barnden
And that’s my kind of gal.
He had a quick wash; said: “What d’ya think?”
“Farndon doesn’t really rhyme with Barnden,” I said gently.
“Does if you say it quickly,” he said.
“Fair enough,” I said.
We have yet to meet Zoe, but we like her.
TELEVISION.
NCIS. (Five)
Trouble with being able to watch this programme on Five, where series six is coming to an end and on FX, where series seven has just finished, is that you become in turn bemused and too knowledgeable. You also begin to realise that, unless you are prepared to watch another series re-run, you will have bugger all to watch next year on Five.
NCIS continues to be the sort of propaganda stuff we were fed throughout the Second World War and is no more real than that: but I can laugh at the ‘we are under threat from Whirling Dervishes’ twaddle and still stick with it because I like the actors.
Breakfast. (BBC1)
My favourite interviewee of the week was Jason Isaacs. He appeared on the Breakfast show to plug Nick Whitfield’s award winning film Skeletons in which he plays the Colonel, a role he clearly enjoyed.
As the interview ended he was prompted with the: “We can’t let you go without mention that you are Lucius Malfoy in the Harry Potter films…” line.
The Harry Potter films were not short on publicity, Mr. Isaacs pointed out, politely but firmly. The Deathly Hallows would be out in November and again next July. In the meantime, he was on the Breakfast show to publicise Skeletons, a fine little British film that deserved support.
Well done, Jason Isaacs. My Leader and I like you.
Luther. (BBC1)
Luther came to a gory climax with everybody but Luther’s psychopathic helpmate Alice (Ruth Wilson) and his wife’s lover Mark (Paul McGann) either oozing blood or dead or both. Idris Elba and Co. tried hard but were on a hiding to nothing from the start.
I suppose it will be back but I don't really care.
Dr. Who. (BBC1)
I did worry that the series might falter with the departure of Russell T. Davies, but the fresh approach remained lively and Series Five finished on a high with all the main characters set to return.
Look forward to it.
AND HOME AGAIN.
More tennis.
Got to go downstairs now…more tennis. Mens’ semi finals. Have to be able to say I saw them. The cat Shadow has been asleep all morning. He knows the danger of too much excitement.
Father’s Day.
I was gifted a great card in the form of a film advert for The Goodfather, which gave everybody a smile. And I had a DVD set of Chance in a Million, first series, with Simon Callow and Brenda Blethyn. We watched it with the same enjoyment we experienced in 1984. Pleasant memories. Lovely stuff.
As for the actual day, the description I best liked of it was: “Another load of American bollocks.”
Thank heavens for outspoken offspring.
The weather.
Driest spell since 1929, we are told. We went out and bought a four seater fishermans’ chair and a two seater rocker for the courtyard.
It has been too hot to sit out there.
We will, we will…
FOOTBALL.
England 0 - Algeria 0.
Ten minutes into the second half the cat Shadow made for the cat flap.
“Had enough then?” I enquired.
“Don’t know which is worse, the game or your language,” he replied.
Ho hum.
Slovenia 0 - England 1.
Harry Redknapp was one of the panel discussing this game and in the pre-match summary, acknowledging his bias as Tottenham Hotspur manager, said that Tottenham striker Jermain Defoe should be chosen to play.
He was and he scored the only goal.
Say what y’like, ol’ Harry does know his stuff.
Germany 4 - England 1.
The cat Shadow came in when it was over.
It was obvious they had been talking up on the roof.
“Well?” he said.
“No comment,” I said.
“You could always blame it on the red shirts,” he said.
“No comment,” I said.
“How about the goal that wasn’t given?” he said.
“No comment,” I said..
“Not having Harry Redknapp as manager?” he said.
I shook my head and shrugged. He sighed.
“Yeah,” he said. “They were crap.”
Argentina 3 - Mexico 1.
I managed to persuade my Leader, a dedicated visitor to anywhere else during football matches, to stay a while and see some real football. She was amazed by the skill and commitment of the South Americans, thought the ebullient Argentinian manager Diego Maradona was great and wondered why none of the England players could hit the ball like Carlos Tevez did.
Why indeed.
TENNIS.
Longest ever game.
Unlike snooker, they don’t give a ‘highest break’ type prize at Wimbledon.
If they did it would have to go to the American John Isner and his French opponent Nicholas Mahut: they played an absolute blinder over June 22nd, 23rd, and 24th 2010 to break the record for the longest ever tennis match. They played for 11 hours and five minutes.
If you have just returned from Mars and want to know more, go to Wiki.
Isner won and was unsurprisingly knocked out of the tournament the next day by Thiemo de Bakker of the Netherlands in 74 minutes.
And more of Wimbledon 2010.
Equally unsurprising was the reappearance of the fleeting shadow, Shadow.
“Poetry time again,” he declared briskly.
“Has the year gone that fast?” I muttered.
He ignored me and struck a poetic pose:
“Poem one: Who Needs a Roof?"
With a brand new roof worth millions of pounds,
Wimbledon’s ready for rain.
So view the baking Centre Court
You could get no more sunshine in Spain
Roddick’s been beaten and Federer, too,
By Berdych at the peak of his play.
Murray hangs on, though for just how long
I really would not care to say
Poor Jarkko Nieminen must have felt some alarm,
When an elderly lady (who does nobody harm)
Granted young Andy the rare accolade
Of her first Queenly Visit since Virginia Wade,
Pushing the lad, growing visibly stronger,
Into beating the Frenchman Jo-Wilifred Tsonga.
And onwards pell-mell to that ultimate hell
A semi final place on a court with Nadal.
It will soon be all over, the grunts and the blisters:
And a Ladies’ Doubles final with no Willams sisters.
Write none of them off. They will be back again.
To try out the roof in the Wimbledon rain.
He looked at me; I pretended not to notice.
“Poem two: Mostly for Zoe.”
I have said Roddick and Federer
Defy the art of rhyme,
Tomas Berdych ain’t much better
While Djokovic is a crime.
And when it comes to football
Ronaldo’s quite a pain
But so are Torres and Villa
Who both turn out for Spain.
I even had a foolish try
At rhyming Fabio Capello,
But my ‘Hello, England manager guy'
Really should have been 'Bye bye.’
So praise be for Zoe Farndon,
A reader and a pal
Whose name rhymes well with Barnden
And that’s my kind of gal.
He had a quick wash; said: “What d’ya think?”
“Farndon doesn’t really rhyme with Barnden,” I said gently.
“Does if you say it quickly,” he said.
“Fair enough,” I said.
We have yet to meet Zoe, but we like her.
TELEVISION.
NCIS. (Five)
Trouble with being able to watch this programme on Five, where series six is coming to an end and on FX, where series seven has just finished, is that you become in turn bemused and too knowledgeable. You also begin to realise that, unless you are prepared to watch another series re-run, you will have bugger all to watch next year on Five.
NCIS continues to be the sort of propaganda stuff we were fed throughout the Second World War and is no more real than that: but I can laugh at the ‘we are under threat from Whirling Dervishes’ twaddle and still stick with it because I like the actors.
Breakfast. (BBC1)
My favourite interviewee of the week was Jason Isaacs. He appeared on the Breakfast show to plug Nick Whitfield’s award winning film Skeletons in which he plays the Colonel, a role he clearly enjoyed.
As the interview ended he was prompted with the: “We can’t let you go without mention that you are Lucius Malfoy in the Harry Potter films…” line.
The Harry Potter films were not short on publicity, Mr. Isaacs pointed out, politely but firmly. The Deathly Hallows would be out in November and again next July. In the meantime, he was on the Breakfast show to publicise Skeletons, a fine little British film that deserved support.
Well done, Jason Isaacs. My Leader and I like you.
Luther. (BBC1)
Luther came to a gory climax with everybody but Luther’s psychopathic helpmate Alice (Ruth Wilson) and his wife’s lover Mark (Paul McGann) either oozing blood or dead or both. Idris Elba and Co. tried hard but were on a hiding to nothing from the start.
I suppose it will be back but I don't really care.
Dr. Who. (BBC1)
I did worry that the series might falter with the departure of Russell T. Davies, but the fresh approach remained lively and Series Five finished on a high with all the main characters set to return.
Look forward to it.
AND HOME AGAIN.
More tennis.
Got to go downstairs now…more tennis. Mens’ semi finals. Have to be able to say I saw them. The cat Shadow has been asleep all morning. He knows the danger of too much excitement.
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