Filed under: photography, politics | Tags: beauty contests, donald trump, Nigel Farage, UKIP
Following a landslide victory Nigel Farage was today announced as the Miss Monkfish winner 2017, a trophy he has retained for the last seven years.
Filed under: life, politics, Rants, Scotland, stories | Tags: Dear green place, edinburgh greenest city in UK, Edinburgh v Glasgow, Esri UK, Glasgow green, green edinburgh, Green glasgow, guardian, mark gorman, think hard
The literal translation of Glasgow’s name is ‘Dear Green Place’ and the City has traded on this for many years now.
However, an analysis by mapping firm Esri UK ,analysing Landsat 8 satellite images from spring 2016 for the 10 cities with the largest populations in the UK, has found that in fact Edinburgh is far greener and is actually the greenest medium to large sized city in the UK as the image above (from today’s Guardian) reveals.
The top ten was as follows:
10. Liverpool 16.4% green
9. Bradford 18.4% green
8. Manchester 20.4% green
7. Leeds 21.7% green
6. Sheffield 22.1% green
5. Greater London 23% green (good old Royal Parks)
4. Birmingham 24.6% green
3. Bristol 29% green
2. Glasgow 32% green
1. Edinburgh (a whopping) 49.2% green
Sorry Glasgow, but Edinburgh is half again greener than you are.
It’s notable that much of the green in Glasgow is in the East end.
You can read all about it here.
Filed under: books, creativity, life, politics | Tags: ali Smith, Autumn, Brexit, daniel Gluck, Elisabeth Demand, Hamish Hamilton, Pauline Boty, Post Brexit
“It was the worst of times. It was the worst of times.”
So begins the first of Ali Smith’s seasonal quartet, Autumn.
It’s a riff off Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities and she returns to it repeatedly in this extended part prose part, almost, poem.
It’s a study on time and it’s an abstract novel in its form and this can be (at times – no pun) quite tedious as she wordsmiths and wordplays her way through pages and even short chapters at a time, but if you can grimace your way through what I imagine most critics will see as the book’s highlights you find yourself immersed in a rather captivating platonic love story about a dying 100 year old single (gay?) man -a poet and songwriter – and a young, precocious English lecturer who has secretly loved him (her childhood neighbour) since she was 8 years old (and he was 75).
Daniel is dying. Elisabeth (sic) is visiting him in his care home and reflecting on their deeply respectful on-off life together, against a backdrop of a dysfunctional mother and an estranged (or dead) father.
Much has been made of this being the first post-Brexit novel but really it’s really a contextual backdrop give that the timeshiftimg story concludes in Autumn 2016 in the wake of Britain’s extremely divisive and frankly ridiculous decision at the polls.
It’s clear Smith shares my political stance and uses her Scottishness to highlight the differences between our green and pleasant land and the carbuncle that is Englandshire.
A feminist strand that runs through it is Smith’s clear admiration for the World’s only (deceased) female Pop Artist, beauty and actor, Pauline Boty, and, in particular, her painting of Christine Keeler: Scandal 63. An artist of the time but out of her time. Ignored but found, forgotten, found, forgotten, found, forgotten in the years after her unheralded heyday.
At times I found this a challenging read but remarkably it’s also a page turner (it really does race along in very short chapters) and, in that respect that makes it quite an achievement. I will certainly continue to read the quartet as it emerges.
Filed under: books, creativity, politics, us presidential election | Tags: abraham Lincoln, Gettysburg Address, Lincoln, Michio Kakutani, obama, Trump
Can you imagine Trump saying this in an interview with the New York Times in four years’ time?
[Obama: to Michiko Kakutani, the chief book critic for The New York Times.]
“I’d put the Second Inaugural up against any piece of American writing — as good as anything. One of the great treats of being president is, in the Lincoln Bedroom, there’s a copy of the Gettysburg Address handwritten by him, one of five copies he did for charity. And there have been times in the evening when I’d just walk over, because it’s right next to my office, my home office, and I just read it.”
Filed under: humour, jokes, life, politics, Rants, Scotland, stories, the apprentice, us presidential election | Tags: Damien Love, donald trump, fake news (NOT), humour, inauguration, news, republicans, Scxottish journalism, The Sunday Herald
No doubt you’ve seen yesterday’s superb Sunday Herald TV listing for Trump’s inauguration, but if you haven’t here it is.
Great so see the paper get high quality recognition in this piece in Time.
Filed under: Arts, creativity, music, musical trheatre, politics, theatre | Tags: Ragtime the musical, the charing cross theatre, Thom Southerland
Ragtime is the greatest musical ever written.
Of that there is no question.
But how well it is performed is another question.
My fondness for the original cast recording on Broadway is muted. My own youth theatre’s performance in the 2009 Edinburgh Festival Fringe is a lifetime high. The Regents Park open air show was good, but odd.
Take four then.
Thom Southerland’s, off West End, production at The Charing Cross Theatre.
First off. This is a brilliant theatre. Great box office and bar staff. Nice loos. Reasonably priced drinks (and tickets). All good.
Now for the bad news.
I travelled to London at short notice and paid £120 for my train ticket, such was my enthusiasm to see its penultimate performance, but having arrived at the theatre the show was delayed by 30 minutes because Nolan Frederick (Booker T. Washington) has been taken ill. Rather than cancelling the show the cast, crew and production team had rapidly pulled together a compromise. A semi staged concert performance.
That did not bode well.
But, and it’s a huge but, what followed was a performance that I feel sure had more, not less, gusto than its normal 5 star delivery as each actor sought to make the most of an unfortunate situation.
What transpired was a masterpiece.
The performances were, universally, outrageously brilliant and the stand in for Nolan Frederick, an ensemble tuba playing cast member, Lemuel Knights, was spot on from start to finish.
This is a great production.
A really great production.
With cast doubling up as orchestra playing everything from to Cello to Recorder (and that’s just Joanna Hickman as Evelyn Nesbitt). Accordion, Tuba, Banjo, Guitar, Drums, Piano (of course), Flute, Piccolo all feature prominantly.
The political nous of the piece can never have been higher as Britain wallows in something approaching mass hysteria about immigration. The rise of the immigrant Tateh (amazingly performed by Gary Tushaw) is like a two fingered salute to the evil that is Nigel Farage.
And the dignity and stoicism of Ako Mitchell’s Coalhouse (and metaphorically his and Sarah’s baby) sets the scene for the contribution of the ‘negroes’ that have risen to the ultimate prominence as Barack Obama vacates the White House for an ungracious white supremacist.
I cannot praise this highly enough. E.L. Doctorow’s source novel is a classic, and McNally, Flaherty and Ahren’s take on it cannot actually be performed any better than this.
A special mention to Samuel Peterson and Riya Vyas (adorable) as the little boy and girl.
A very, very special moment in my life that I will never forget.
Apologies for the language in this but Flo and Joan really nail this horrendous year.