Amazingly, my husband bought these roses for me on 27th December, yet here they still are looking perfect after a good 10 days or so sitting in a vase in my living room 🙂
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Oooh, when I was growing up I just loved watching Starsky and Hutch every week, my sister and I never missed an episode and we never ceased discussing it in great detail with all our friends at school the next day… So when I saw the original pilot episode from 1975 was showing on TV today, I thought – yes, result! Blast from my teenage past to indulge in – woo-hoo!
Except… Nope… Paul Michael Glaser and David Soul looked as sexy as ever, Captain Dobey was shouting just as loudly as I remember, and Huggy Bear was… well… still the same old chilled-out denim-clad Huggy Bear. But seriously guys, how totally dated can a TV show be? It’s a bit like watching the old re-runs of ‘The Professionals’ starring Lewis Collins and Martin Shaw from a few years later – swoon!
Except… Nope… I can’t seem to get beyond the blatant sexism, the out-moded, out-dated smart-ass male-privilege attitudes, and it’s seriously spoiled the storylines for me. For both Starsky and Hutch and The Professionals, sadly neither translate well into the 21st Century. Why did I never notice it at the time? Why did it not stick out like a cartoon sore thumb after being hit with a giant hammer?
I guess because at the time it was all entirely normal for men – and women – to behave that way… Somewhere in the deepest darkest recesses of the farthest corners of my mind I still feel drawn to the magical memory of both shows, in spite of the main protagonists so clearly examplifying such sexist views about their female co-stars.
And somehow that sad realisation makes me feel very, very old… 😦
This basic latch adorning one of the pedestrian gates at a local railway level crossing certainly seems to be taking a decidedly belt-and-braces overkill approach to remaining fixed in place 🙂
While the world is still mired deep in the pandemic, while so may of us remain socially shut in and economically shut down, the familiar seasonal colours of nature continue to inspire, to bring a little normality to such an oddly altered reality. Life goes on, albeit differently, firmly grounded in the continuity of the lovely landscape and all the joy it brings… My first Weekly Smile of the New Year, and here’s to many more… 🙂
Happy New Year from Inverness – the view across the Beauly Firth, Ben Wyvis, the Black Isle, and boats moored in Muirtown Basin taken this afternoon. It was chilly and grey, but at least it was dry and we were wrapped up warm, so we really enjoyed our brisk and bracing New Year’s Day walk 🙂
‘Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness’Carl Jung
I’ve watched so many old movies this year, re-run upon re-run upen re-run, and I’d love to say I’ve loved them all but… well…OK, maybe not all. Not all have survived my continued enjoyment, some have fallen by the wayside and some have simply become lost in translation across the years. But some have definitely stood the test of time and certainly deserve a special mention, so here is a very non-comprehensive list of five British-made oldies-but-goodies from my past I’ve watched on TV in the last few weeks…
This Happy Breed (1944) starring Celia Johnson. It’s based on an ordinary terraced house, on a working class family living in the house in the years between the two wars. It follows their fortunes and misfortunes, their lives and loves and the history that happened during those years. The story starts when they first move in, and ends when they leave. There is no huge plot, no amazing denuement, just family life in one house. I was ill a lot as a child, and watched a lot of old movies, and this one is just lovely.
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969) starring Maggie Smith and Gordon Jackson, set in an Edinburgh girls school in the 1930s. Actually, come to think of it Celia Johnson is in this movie too. I’ve loved this movie since childhood – well, teenagehood, anyway – and I watch it every time it’s on TV. It’s about… well amongst other things, it’s about the dangers of impressionable childhood and burgeoning womanhood and sex and love… And schooldays, it’s about schooldays. Did I mention I love this movie?
The Italian Job (1969) starring Michale Caine and the good old British Mini, is about the planning and execution of a robbery in Italy by a two-bit crook trying to make it big. And after a spectacular extended car chase sequence it has the perfect ending where they neither quite get away with it, nor quite get caught… You could say it ends on a complete cliffhanger… 🙂
Restless Natives (1985) starring Vincent Friell, Joe Mulaney and Terri Lally, is set in Edinburgh, but also in the beautiful landscape of the Scottish Highlands, telling the tale of the Clown and the Wolfman, two young men with no real future to look forward to who take to robbing tourist coaches on their motorbike… Then becoming temporary modern-day Robin Hoods before disappearing off a cliff… Hmmm, my description really doesn’t do it justice!
Shirley Valentine (1989) starring Pauline Collins and Tom Conti, is about a bored middle-aged housewife who on the spur of the moment agrees to go on holiday to Greece with a girlfriend, leaving her taking-her-for-granted husband Joe at home alone. She has a little holiday romance, decides to stay for a while and ultimately she finds herself, becomes Shirley Valentine again… And in the end, when her husband Joe comes out to Greece to find her too, initially he doesn’t even recognise her…
So there we go, five old movies I’ve watched and enjoyed over the last few weeks, written in response to a ‘Five Things‘ prompt by Salted Caramel 🙂
Fandango’s Provocative Question this week asks, in anticipation of the new year ahead, ‘What do you fear most?’
The immediate answer that comes to mind is that I fear that the population of the world will get their wish and everything will go ‘back to normal’, as in exactly as it was before this global pandemic hit. Because in my opinion too much of what we considered to be ‘normal’ is what helped get us here into this Godawful mess in the first place.
I know there are conspiracy theories that want us to believe Covid 19 was developed in a lab somewhere in China then let loose on the Chinese, and then let loose elsewhere – this belief is especially prevalent in the USA, it seems. To my mind those kind of elaborately constructed theories tend to come from people who want the blame to fall anywhere but on their shoulders. People who can accept anything other than the simple truth that if we insist on messing with the natural environment too much, eventually nature will start to bite back.
We fly back and forth across the world with no more thought than if we were visiting our next door neighbours, effectively shedding and spreading invisible virus as we go. Our cumlative carbon footprint blackens the scorched earth and kicks huge holes in the ozone layer and melts ancient glaciers and creates giant pot-hole undulations in the permafrost as we bury our blinkered heads in the ever-warming sands of time and hope someone else somewhere else will eventually find a solution that absolves us from all cuplability. We know the cost of everything yet the value of nothing.
A selfish culture of ‘Me me me’ and ‘Now now now’ have seemingly made shallow spoiled brats of far too many of us – we demand our individual human rights with no thought of the effect that may have on others. We have forgotten that with rights come responsibilities. We need to be collective custodians of the planet, not conquerors. We need to learn the lessons Covid 19 brings us, understand that a little humility in the face of the power of nature is not a sign of weakness but of strength and wisdom.
So there we are – ‘back to normal’ is what I fear most for 2021. Let’s hope my fears are unfounded and life post-Covid will turn out to be wonderfully perfect instead… 🙂
Rather than trying to capture crisp, sharp images today I thought I’d play about with creating a dreamy, hazy feel to my pastel roses with a little bit of slow exposure motion blur – I love the way the colours blend out towards the edges. Apart from cropping to achieve the framing I prefer, these images are straight out of camera – what fun! 🙂
I’ve been far too slow at cutting back my garden roses this winter, but it does mean we still have the odd splash of colour dotted about here and there… 🙂