Tag: Stephen Fry

Weekender

Finding it really hard to write these days. My other blog languishes from week to week, and I won’t even mention the other place as it’s bereft of passion, ideas and any form of desire to be creative.

I’m blaming that entirely on the fact that I’m pretty damn busy these days, but in a very good way.

For example, Saturday was spent wandering shops after appealing for ideas of what to get my Mum for her birthday (thanks to those on Twitter and Facebook who made suggestions, they are all duly noted for future reference as well).

Sunday was spent with said Mother, lunch with the family at Inverbeg, and then in the evening after some Tapas it was off to the Glasgow Film Theatre to watch Some Like It Hot. Brilliant!

Was a great experience, being in an old cinema with other movie fans who were there to WATCH and ENJOY the movie, who laughed along and applauded with genuine warmth at the end. A far remove from the multiplex cacklers, munchers and yakkers I’m used to.

I will be back at the Glasgow Film Theatre for sure (Stephen Fry is ‘live broadcast’ there soon, and I spotted Metropolis on the bill as well!).

Still no movement on the house sale, still stalled. But, aside from that, life is good and I’m just embracing all the fun and happiness I can. It’s a nice way to be.

Words and books

I’m blaming Stephen Fry.

I tried, I really did try and read his autobiography but it just didn’t flow for me. As wonderful a wordsmith as he is, it just didn’t read well, the flow and cadence was wrong and I found myself slowing down to read things in his voice. Whilst I like Stephen Fry, taking him to bed every night got a bit taxing.

So I gave up. I stopped. I admitted defeat and stopped reading which isn’t something I’ve done before.

Actually that’s a lie, I’ve given up a several books after faltering in the first few pages but that’s different. That’s like taking the first bite of a meal before realising it’s not what you wanted, or isn’t sitting kindly on the palate, and so you call over the chef (cook, wife, whatever), send the meal back and ask for something else.

No, this was different and it took me a while to realise that, although I’d read over half of the damn thing, I just wasn’t enjoying it.

That got me thinking about things I do enjoy, things I don’t enjoy, and which things I would have to change in my life to get more of the former and less of the latter.

And before my mother pitches up, yes I know life includes things you don’t enjoy but need to do but gosh darnit I’m all grown up now and if I can’t sway things more in the favour of enjoyableness then… well… that’s just not fair! Or some other slightly more reasoned argument that I can’t quite think of at this time of the morning.

With that in mind, one of my New Year resolutions (and I’m very aware of such things, setting yourself up for failure and all that) is to read more. Like my resolutions of last year, I’ve written it (and two others) on a piece of paper and wedged it in the frame of the mirror I use everyday, so I have a constant reminder of such things.

I am now reading, and enjoying, Empress Orchid. A tale of the last Empress of China, a story with characters, intrigue, passion and no small amount of gorgeous imagery. It’s nice to find myself enjoying the act of reading again, and perhaps I’ve dwelt too long on “professional” books in the past couple of years. I need to make more time for the novel.

Which means my rather quiet Goodreads account should start seeing a few more regular updates. It also tells me I have 34 books in my ‘to-read’ pile but don’t let that stop you recommending me more.

Jumping Twitter?

I’ve been Twittering for almost two years now and after being an early adopter who quickly turned naysayer, it’s now proving to be useful in a myriad of subtle and different ways.

It alerts me to breaking news (I heard of the Hudson River crash before anything featured on the BBC News website), provides movie, music and book recommendations, links to interesting websites and topics, and keeps me amused with that little touch of voyeuristic pleasure that is akin to sneak a peek into a living room window as you walk past.

I think it’s safe to say that, as Stephen Fry said last night, I get it.

I can’t recall the exact quote, nor who said it, but the true value of Twitter is only now being uncovered. The instant nature of the technology, the ease of use and forced brevity lend themselves to several different uses. Corporations are now looking at how they could use it internally, the marketers are trying to figure out how to leverage it, and everyone and their dog seems to be jumping on board.

Which brings me to the second quote that is now applicable to Twitter. It has, most definitely, jumped the shark (in the newer sense of the phrase). Anyone who has a Twitter account can probably sympathise here, with each day bringing a new ‘Follow’ request from a complete stranger (at best) to some company or other (at worst).

There has also, recently, been a spate of celebrities signing up. The good news is that they seem to ‘get it’ as well. The aforementioned Mr. Fry and Jonathan Ross both have Twitter accounts, personal accounts that is, not something created to help ‘market’ them. In the case of Jonathan Ross it’s been especially interesting to read his very personal thoughts as he returns to the TV screen. Time will tell how that will change of course.

Despite having hinted at it recently I’m not ditching Twitter, far from it. I will be locking things down a little more, and it’s likely I’ll start blocking people I don’t know, and thankfully whilst the Twitter website itself remains low in functionality, there are several Twitter clients out there which can help filter and manage what is, by nature, a high volume way of communicating.

I’m not entirely sure what the rising popularity of Twitter will bring but I am looking forward to finding out.

Relief

Who says men can’t multi-task!

I’m currently doing some work work (the stuff I get paid for), helping out a friend with some web design, I’ve just checked over the CV of my sister, and I’ve been updating a list of tracks I want to find. These tasks are split across my home PC and my work laptop.

Mind you, this may be why I’ve just poured fresh orange into my coffee.

In other news, comic relief was pants and made me cry.

Particularly bad bits included the appearance of Alan Partridge and the Ab Fab girls.
Particularly good bits included Stephen Fry and Elton John. I think there is a lesson there.

The most effective piece of emotional manipulation was early on when they showed the story of the young boy who’d been kidnapped for slave labour, and was reunited with his parents after three months apart. Tears streaming down my face, and a worthy reminder of just how easy my life is, and how vile and horrible the human race can be.

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