Wednesday, May 27, 2009

STAR TREK: REBOOTED

Saw the new Star Trek film. Do like a good bit of sci fi. Thought was most excellent film. I have never been in space and watched space ship battles, but I feel like I have because it all looked so believable. Space has never looked so cold and beautiful and deadly. It was like watching moving art.

The spirit of the film however is in the tradition of Start Trek, examining moral dilemmas but with a twinkle in its eye. I perhaps could have done without the Scotty-in-the-water-tube scene, but otherwise the humour was subtle and unannounced.

The new James T Kirk was a little pervy, but then he is still a baby. Scribbles sincerely hopes he moves quickly in future films towards the William Shatner's James, although she's worried no one can quite do confidant-affability-with-a-knowing-and-sexy-smile quite like our Bill.

The screen however absolutely belonged to the new Spock. It lurved him. The fight inside Spock between his human passions and his Vulcan rationality was deftly conveyed here and there with an understated body posture or flash of an eye. He managed to be sexier than James T Kirk, which I'm guessing is something you wouldn't be able to imagine until you've see the film.

All the pieces are now in place. Uhura, Sulu, Chekov and Simon Pegg doing us Brits proud as Scotty. Star Trek polished up and ready to boldy go blah blah blah ...

Monday, May 25, 2009

DEATH AND SUMMER

Summer is on its way I see.

I can tell this not just because it was so hot this weekend I was painting garden furniture wearing pants and a t-shirt, but also because the TV News is full of stories about skin cancer and people drowning in pools.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

IN WHICH SCRIBBLES EXPRESSES HER FAITH IN THE BRITISH PEOPLE

Scribbles is depressed. The MPs' expenses issue at first seemed an overblown story about MPs claiming for minor items like plugs, then it became a laugh-out-loud tale of Tory elitism, and then ... then it got serious.

There has obviously been a culture in Westminster of claiming expenses not just for due recompense, but as a way to make money. I say "obviously", because such practices have been duplicated amongst MPs and gained names such as "flipping".

The fact that Westminster fought to not have to reveal this information really puts paid to any argument that MPs did not know that they were doing anything wrong. It wasn't the 'system' that was the problem, it was the way they were using it.

I should say at this point of course that not every MP has been engaging in these practices or misusing tax payers money. Good for them. Unfortunately the list of MPs who, if not exactly engaging in dodgy practices, have taken the piss, is getting longer by the day. Enough for Westminster's authority to be thoroughly compromised.

Given that most of us operating under the will of Westminster have been enduring the worries that a downturn in the economy have brought, the story that our Lords and Masters have obviously been making hay with our money has lead to some speculation that we might go all go crazy and start running around the country breaking things.

Here for instance:

"The tumbrils are not quite rolling up Whitehall, but MPs now fear the politics of the lynch mob. Bricks were thrown through the constituency office windows of Julie Kirkbride: politicians' wives face abuse in the street; and police are protecting the home of Scunthorpe MP Elliot Morley after revelations that he claimed £16,000 against a mortgage he had already paid off. Voters, says Labour veteran Diane Abbott, want "dead MPs hanging from lamp-posts". Even one of the government's steadiest performers, Margaret Beckett, was booed by the audience on last week's Question Time.

Among ministers, there is now a genuine fear of public disorder. Meltdown, an anarchist collective involved in the G20 protests, is organising an "overthrow the government" day in June, arguing that it is time to move beyond targeting bankers. "The last time it felt like this was probably just before the poll tax riots," recalls one Labour aide."

But do you know what? I think this is projection. I think that Westminster has been a hell-hole of tension this last week and that MPs think that we are feeling it like they are. Oh, we are feeling it alright, but not in the same way they are. They are the ones who are spending their days tensely listening for footsteps along the corridor, they are the ones whose careers and reputations are on the line. They are the ones who are feeling the full weight of their misdeeds, even if we suspect that they don't feel the full guilt of it. Meanwhile, the rest of us mere mortals have our own lives to be getting on with.

I don't think that the European elections will be nearly as bad as people are saying they will be - in terms of people voting for far-right parties anyway. I simply do not believe there are enough people in this country ignorant or nasty enough to vote for parties like the BNP out of spite to make any kind of significant difference. I don't think this will bring down politics as we know it in the UK and any suggestion that it will reflects the hysteria in Westminster better than it predicts the forthcoming actions of the people.

There is nothing for it but for each and every MP to search their souls, take the public mood to heart, and never do anything like this to us again.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP!

Can't take no more of this.

I am really sorry that this country obviously has enough sad and bitter people in it for the Media to realise that what Barbara Follett spends her expenses on can be made into headline news, but I couldn't give a flying jacuzzi. And as long as the media keep presenting MP's expenses as an evil one notch down from genocide then I will continue not to give a flying jacuzzi.

Why has The News got to be like this? Why? What happened to presenting facts? Imparting information in an impartial way? Why do TV newsreaders feel they have to coat these stories in 'outrage' and 'anger'. How many times do they have to start off a piece saying "There is growing anger tonight ...". What growing anger? From whom? From where?

We are being told there is 'anger' tonight because the TV News know that their mostly dumb-downed audience will understand this as an instruction to feel the 'anger' they talk about. And if there really is anger on all those Internet message boards and those e-mails to ITV, well that makes it an EVEN BIGGER STORY and so they can just go on and on and on and on and on until they all pee themselves with glee.

Byt then even the Guardian makes it headlines news over and above the extraordinary events in Pakistan.

Well, just so it is absolutely clear, the only anger I feel about this non-story is aimed at the quality of TV News in this county.

NOT IN MY NAME, you bunch of inhuman, dead-eyed, auto-queue reading bores.

UPDATE:
I take it all back! Things just got hilarious. Tories claiming expenses for clearing out their moats and hanging chandeliers in their "main manor house". Haven't been able to stop laughing all day.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

SWINE FLU: WHAT TO DO

Here's the leaflet that will be coming through all of our doors soon, giving us information about swine flu.

Scribbles hates to express a lack of faith in her fellow country people, but she can tell you now what most Britons will do from the moment they feel a sneeze coming on:

ONE: Turn up to work and make a big thing about snotting into tissues, just so that everyone gets to know what a brave little soldier they are for coming into work ill. Spread illness amongst colleagues.

TWO Within an hour of being in work book an emergency appointment with their GP to ask for antibiotics.

THREE Take time off work, and only come back when there is a workmate's birthday drinks thing on that they don't want to be left out of.

Monday, May 04, 2009

HAIR UPDATE

I know how you like to know what is happening with my hair, and so just to let you know I have had it cut very very short. And I've stopped dying it for the first time since I was thirteen years old. Turns out my natural hair colour is a light brown with shades of mahogany.

I feel oddly vulnerable leaving my hair its natural colour. Like I'm doing something wrong and inviting ridicule upon myself. And yet having it so short feels right, like it's how it was always meant to be. Like I'm returning to my natural state. But I haven't had my hair this short since I was about six months old, so it's not like I have ever been used to it.

Length of hair is very symbolic, is it not? It's pretty much the embodiment of feminism in a woman and hippy-slackerishness in a man. Yet, I don't feel less feminine at all with short hair and I haven't noticed anyone relating to me any differently. But then, not many people ever related to me as a woman much before, if you know what I mean. People generally interact with me for my usefulness or entertainment value. But maybe that's more to do with the fact that I'm an old married woman. Or ugly. Or maybe I smell and no one has ever told me.

Anyway, short natural hair it is for a while.

SEVEN SPRING SONGS

A Windmill in Old Amsterdam

The radio in my car is broken and driving to work in the morning without that distraction I have lately found myself singing about seeing a mouse. Who can say why?

Annie's Song - John Denver

This always seemed to be on the radio when I was young (I'm old now) and our parents used to take us on our camping holiday to Anglesey. It makes me think of Snowdonia in the summer. The other day at work when I was a wee bit down I found it on Youtube and played it over and over.

All Summer Long - kid Rock (yes, really)

Another current youtube favourite. Last year when we were in holiday in Villfranche we were having a most excellent lunch cooked and served by a couple of young lads. They had the radio on and when this song came on they turned it up and started singing. It was the end of the season and so I like to think they'd had a really good summer working in Villefranche and that that song would always remind them of it. Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Please Don't Leave Me - Pink

A work-out (what? I have a treadmill, don't you know!) favourite, off the much listened to Funhouse album.

Miles Away - Madonna

Another work-out favourite - it's so singy it takes your mind off the exertion.

Gimme More - Britney Spears

Another work-out favourite - nice and slow.

Piece of Me - Britney Spears

Another work-out favourite - even slower.

Well, there you go. Don't get the wrong idea about me and Britney; I just like those two songs to walk on my treadmill too. There's nothing there that's contemporary because with having no car radio to listen to, I don't know what BRMB or Heart FM are playing these days, and in the morning before work I feel compelled to listen to Radio 4 to get an update on what Gordon Brown has done wrong now.

Thank you Bob and Snoopy.

I let this memo fly free! Go for your lives ...

Here's the rules:
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to.