29 Jan 2003
27 Jan 2003
Quiet weekend. Barely left the house to nurse the end of this cold. Plenty of time to ponder the dire state of British television and do some reading. Shame, really. The weather appears to have been lovely.
Watched the second part of Stephen Poliakoff's The Lost Prince. The story of Prince John, the youngest son of George V and Queen Mary who, because of his epilepsy and various behavioural problems, was hidden from public view, deprived of royal life and the attention of his parents. It's typical Poliakoff -- slow, incidental, moving -- and a visual tour through Royal life in the early part of the last century. Miranda Richardson, as Queen Mary, was particularly stunning. One forgets the inter-breeding and familial broodings that meant that most of the monarchs of Europe were cousins: the Germans, Austrians, Greeks, Russians, and English -- all descendants of Queen Victoria.
Poliakoff is also responsible Almost Strangers, starring Matthew MacFayden.
Watched the second part of Stephen Poliakoff's The Lost Prince. The story of Prince John, the youngest son of George V and Queen Mary who, because of his epilepsy and various behavioural problems, was hidden from public view, deprived of royal life and the attention of his parents. It's typical Poliakoff -- slow, incidental, moving -- and a visual tour through Royal life in the early part of the last century. Miranda Richardson, as Queen Mary, was particularly stunning. One forgets the inter-breeding and familial broodings that meant that most of the monarchs of Europe were cousins: the Germans, Austrians, Greeks, Russians, and English -- all descendants of Queen Victoria.
Poliakoff is also responsible Almost Strangers, starring Matthew MacFayden.
23 Jan 2003
Welcome back. I let this thing go to pot -- forgot to renew the URL and the webspace and have just managed to get my act together. Apologies to anyone foolish (kind enough) to think I'd get my act together at all. I'm pleased you read this occasionally. This site's a work in progress so don't be too critical yet. Amused myself today reading through three years of archives. It's lovely to have a look back sometimes.
Last few months: Birthday at a hysterical, drunken murder mystery party in Norfolk. Weekend in Baroque Vienna experiencing the oddity of Oktoberfest in a gay bar. Braved renting a car and drove to Devon to celebrate Thanksgiving in a country house (baked a turkey and didn't poison anyone.) Trip to California for Christmas and lovely days lounging in my mom's flat. Home for New Year's and back at work.
Robert's moved to London for a semester in bucolic Runnymeade. Already I'm worn out from the bars, big dinners, and boozing but that should quiet down soon.
Last few months: Birthday at a hysterical, drunken murder mystery party in Norfolk. Weekend in Baroque Vienna experiencing the oddity of Oktoberfest in a gay bar. Braved renting a car and drove to Devon to celebrate Thanksgiving in a country house (baked a turkey and didn't poison anyone.) Trip to California for Christmas and lovely days lounging in my mom's flat. Home for New Year's and back at work.
Robert's moved to London for a semester in bucolic Runnymeade. Already I'm worn out from the bars, big dinners, and boozing but that should quiet down soon.
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