I have come across something very interesting indeed. On sunday my PA Mitchel suggested that I checked out a series called Atypical on Netflix. I’ve been wanting to get into something new for ages, so I thought I’d give it a go. Having now watched the first three episodes, I think I’m a fan. It’s about an American teenager with quite severe Autism and his family; it also touches upon his school and social life. I’d say it was more of a drama than a comedy, although it has comic moments. Yet the way it portrays autism,, disability and the social consequences of being part of a family with a severely autistic young man is unlike anything I’ve seen before: the way it explores the language surrounding disability issues, for example, tells me that this program was written by someone who knows what they’re talking about. It also goes into some of the social issues involved, and the characters are certainly not the whiter-than-white generic staples one usually finds on this sort of program. I’m very impressed with netflix indeed – you seldom come across this kind of thing on conventional TV. I’ll certainly watch the rest of it, including the recently released second season, as I really want to see where they take it.
I just rewatched the first episode of Trust. When it first aired on telly last Wednesday, it didn’t quite have my full attention, so I thought a second viewing was in order. This time I found it much more interesting and certainly worth getting into. It gives us a glimpse of an episode of social history I had heard of but didn’t know much about: one hears fragments of stories about the Getty family, but nothing very in-depth. This film illuminates that story, and I can now see why the Getty family was/is so renowned – they were complete pricks, weren’t they?! To have so much wealth yet refuse to pay any tax is utterly, utterly selfish. The way they lorded over the oil industry, recklessly using up the Earth’s resources as if they owned the entire planet was utterly vile. Danny Boyle paints a picture of how dire capitalism can get, and it isn’t pretty.
What is pretty, though, is the scenery Boyle uses. I loved spotting parts of Charlton House I recognised just now. Boyle uses quite a bit of it, especially for interior shots. I recognised rooms I visit quite regularly; one of them is where wee have our film festival meetings. It’s cool to think this show was made just around the corner from me, and by one of my favourite directors.
The next episode airs on Wednesday, and of course I’ll watch it. I want to see how the story evolves, whether John-Paul Getty III survives, and how Danny Boyle continues to handle his portrait of these detestable capitalists. More to the point, though, I’ll be watching for more glimpses of Charlton House.
I don’t usually post this sort of entry, but this Tweet from Andrew Adonis is so spot on – in part echoing what I wrote on here yesterday – that I just had to pop it on here.
Note he said ‘when’ rather than ‘if Brexit is stopped’. Surely that is a clear sign this embarrassing debacle is in it’s death throes.
It definitely seems like things are, at last, starting to go in the right direction with regard to Brexit. According to this Guardian piece, “The body in charge of ensuring the EU referendum was fair gave out the wrong advice and helped Vote Leave”, clearly biassing the vote in the Outists’ favour. The result the farce of 2016 produced must surely now be in doubt. Calls for a second referendum are now growing louder; surely it’s now just a matter of time before Brexit becomes nothing more than an idiotic, temporary mistake.
If you want to see just how sickeningly arrogant the scumbag who the Americans call their president is, just watch this Late Show clip. Trump even disputes the number of deaths in the Puerto Rican hurricane disaster to make himself look better. That such a loathsome person can rise to such prominence embarrasses us all. Yet I think what is telling about this clip is the sheer amount of contempt Stephen Colbert shows for him. He mocks trump openly, with a disdain far beyond normal political satire. It’s clear that many Americans think, as most of us do, that Trump should not be president, and they are obviously extremely unhappy that they have to call this arrogant idiot their leader.
“007 holstered his Walther PPK. The flames rose up around him, blofeld’s body at his feet. Bond had saved the world once again. He sipped his martini, surveying the wreckage he had just made. Two police officers suddenly approached him.
‘Who are you?’ one breathlessly asked.
‘Just a tourist.‘ Replied 007″
I would like to draw everyone’s attention to the fact that Trust begins on bbc2 tonight. I first heard about this new series last year, when I stumbled over a camera crew filming at Charlton house. Unfortunately I still can’t link to my entry about that awesome day, but it really was incredible to find one of my heroes, Danny Boyle, filming virtually in my back garden. I’ll certainly be watching tonight to see if it’s any good, and to see how much of Charlton House you can make out.
Yesterday was less hectic and action-packed than the day before. We went over to Blackheath a bit later, Lyn rolling over first, followed by myself and Mitchell. I don’t think L realised that we were going to join her, so you should have seen her face when, on the viewing platform, she turned her head and suddenly saw me sat next to her.
We didn’t stay there long yesterday. Truth be told, Lyn only wanted to see The Lightning Seeds, and wasn’t fussed about the other artists. Nonetheless, it was great to bop about to a bit of eighties retro rock again.
London has done it again, it seems: On Blackheath is one of those great little festivals in a hidden corner of the metropolis, not that widely known, but which you just have to love, The sense of community one feels there is inspiring, as if you can feel the spirit of the city. People come together, on a vast heath overlooking London, to have a good time and listen to some great music. Isn’t that exactly what London life is all about?
A few days ago, Lyn and I were in the park enjoying our usual coffees when Glenn Tilbrook walks up. He lives in Woolwich and sometimes comes to Charlton. I didn’t know who he was until Lyn explained he was the lead singer in a band called Squeeze. Lyn introduced herself, and they got talking. At the end, Mr. Tilbrook kindly offered us tickets to come to his show in On Blackheath, so that’s where we were yesterday.
We were there for most of the afternoon and well into the evening. On Blackheath is an annual festival growing in popularity. It was fantastic to see so many people there: the heath was covered in tents and stages so people could chose which bands or artists they wanted to see. The place felt alive. Upon getting there, we first saw a band in a tent, before having a bite to eat. We then went to the wheelchair viewing platform of one of the main stages, where Billy Bragg was doing a set. I was very impressed with his political mixture of humour and music, and I thing he now has a new fan in me.
Next to play were The Devine Comedy. I remembered those guys playing on the radio in the taxi on the way to school in the nineties. They were quite cool, the entire audience dancing away in front of our viewing platform.
Last to play last night were Squeeze. I wasn’t that familiar with their music, but soon got into it, recognising at least two or three songs. (Who could fail to remember this classic after all?) The whole audience was dancing away: there was a great friendly, family atmosphere there, and it was good to see local London society come together to have fun once again. The metropolis was proving it’s awesomeness once more: it’s fantastic to be able to go to a thriving annual festival just down the road from us. The second day of the festival is today, so all being well we’ll be going over there later. Expect more details here tomorrow.
Lyn will probably appreciate this, but it’s quite true. There is barely anything worth watching these days.