Looking for Eric


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Don’t believe a word of the hype.  Looking for Eric is not a Ken Loach comedy.  It is, in several places, a very funny film indeed.  But it is not a comedy.  At a far fetched push you might call it a rom-com or a social satire.  Me?  I just think it’s another brilliant Loachian movie. (Can you believe he’s been at it for 45, yes 45, years since he wriote three episodes for z cars)?

It’s so sad, so desperate in places and then, yes, so funny.

And then there’s Eric (Cantona).  Ooh ah!

And his goals.  Ooh la la!

And his cod (sorry sardine) philosophising. Oops ah!

The Cantona character is inspired, as it is so self-deprecating- not a quality one associates with the French.

I loved this film; so did Mrs G (I love the Cameo too, where we saw it – although the seats in Cameo 2 were so uncomfortable that I was considering asking for a refund).

God, there I go again.  Moan, moan, moan.

Why is it so good?  I think it’s the way Loach makes his characters so utterly believable and, particularly in this movie, sympathetic.  And as I always, always say it’s because of the writing which is nailed on by long time collaborator Paul Laverty).

One of the back stories, about the elder stepson of Eric the postman (our hero played to perfection by Steve Evets in, I think, his first Loach movie) is really the backbone of the film.  The eldest stepson (Gerard Kearns of Shameless fame) gets embroiled in some nasty business with a local gangland thug and threatens to destabilise Eric’s whole fragile existance.  But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and that is certainly proved here.

It’s a gem.  A true Brit movie classic with a wee bit of the Auld Alliance thrown in.

J’adore  Eric Cantona!

lower case football nomenclature


My mate Kenneth Fowler who writes all of his rather excellent blog in lower case and all his comments on my blog in lower case phoned me at half time last night full of excitement because the Chelsea players’ names on their strips were in lower case as had been both Zenit St Petersburg’s and Rangers’. And, of course Zenit won – in lower case.

“That means Chelsea (sorry chelsea) are going to win” he predicted

Well, chelsea lost kenneth and MAN UTD WON. so that’s the end of that little theory

In future could you please follow the English language code and post in upper and lower case on my blog. You make it untidy!

Sir Bobby, Sir Alex, Sir Ryan, Sir ronaldo


It was a geat, throbbing Champions league final between the British giants. At least there were some British players on the pitch.

Man U destroyed Chelsea in the first half but to their credit Chelsea dominated the second.

But maybe it was a night of destiny? Too many coincidences?

The 50th Anniversary of the Munich Air Disaster, which marked Britain’s early dominance in Europe (The Cabbage were right up there though).

Sir Bobby, at trackside, surviving the Munich air disaster and then going on to lift the cup in 1968, only a year after Celtic.

Ryan Giggs, the ultimate professional, beating Sir Bobby’s atttendance record in such a momentous match.

Sir Alex, winning a European trophy in his third decade running and inspiring a great team to greatness.

And Ronaldo, scores a beauty and misses Man U’s only penalty. Can you conceive of how unfair a postscript on his season that would have been?

It were a roller coaster.

And at the end of the day you have to say: it was style over wallet.