Sir Patrick Stewart was on the Graham Norton Show last night;. During his interview, he mentioned living in Bermondsey. That isn’t too far from here, which of course got me wondering. After meeting Sir Patrick in 2014, I’ve always regretted not presenting him with a copy of my thesis or getting my photo taken with him; if I could find where he lived, perhaps I could put that right. I googled his address, and today got my PA Serkan to drive me over there. I had posted a copy of my MA thesis with a covering letter to Sir Patrick’s talent agency a while ago, but never got a reply, so I thought it worth another try.
The address Google directed us to was in quite a plush, well-to-do area down by the river: it was one of narrow streets and old wharfs and warehouses now converted into flats, We had trouble parking at first, but eventually we found a spot nearby the address. Truth be told, I wasn’t feeling that optimistic, but the chance to personally present my favourite actor with a copy of my thesis and the covering letter meant a great deal to me. We walked up to the correct door and Serkan pressed the flat number Google had indicated.
Predictably, of course, rather than the voice of my favourite actor, we heard the voice of a rather irritated-sounding lady saying he did not live there any more. We had gone all that way on a wild goose chase. I didn’t feel too deflated – I knew it was a long shot – but it was a pity all the same. We had a coffee by the river, enjoying the awesome view of tower bridge, before getting back in Serkan’s car and heading home, thesis and letter still in hand. Oh well, it was quite a good outing, and material enough for a blog entry.
I may have blogged about this a while ago, but I’m growing quite worried about two old school friends of mine – brothers – Ian and Rory Brookes. They lived in Congleton, on the other side of town to my family, and if memory serves both had some kind of congenital arthritis. I kind of expected to see Ian at Donno’s funeral last year but I haven’t seen anything from either brother, online or off, in years. Given what seems to happen to my old school friends, I’m getting quite concerned. If anyone has any info about how they are, please contact me.
I wouldn’t say it was perfect, but this has me literally rolling on the floor with laughter. Some of the lip synching is quite incredible, although what Peter Jackson would make about it, let alone Tolkien, is another question. Where is the wisdom of Elrond when you need it?
I was just coming back home earlier after a nice, long, thoughtful walk to Greenwich when I passed Michael, owner of the park cafe, coming the other way. Great news! The cafe is due to reopen tomorrow morning at eleven, with free coffee and sandwiches all round. He told me to spread the word, hence this entry, See you there!
I’m really starting to worry about how angry I’m getting, usually about brexit. I know I’ve mentioned this on here a few times, as well as the fact my emotional control is related to my cp, but it really is becoming scary. Whenever I see a Brexiteer on tv or on my computer, I erupt, almost instantly, My heart races and my body tenses up; I lose my grasp of reality so that they become the very epitome of evil. For a few moments I want to kill them. Last night, for instance, I came across someone online criticising Sir Patrick Stewart for saying Brexit betrayed Star trek’s vision of the future; they claimed that Star Trek was ‘Brexit to the core’. As you can imagine, reading such a moronic statement had me enraged; it was a complete misreading of everything Star Trek is about. For a few moments I could barely control my body, and got so bad Mitch came in to calm me down.
Thinking about it, it’s completely irrational. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, and it did not harm anyone. Yet, to me, for a few moments, that statement seemed to insult everything I loved star trek for. Trek describes a future where humanity comes together to explore space, whereas brexit, by clinging to petty national divisions, pushes that future further away. How dare anyone make such a moronic statement. The rage and anger I felt in that moment to the woman who made it was indescribable.
But why? Why do I get so angry at people who merely have different opinions to me? I’m becoming very embarrassed by it. It’s ridiculous, probably looks infantile, and probably isn’t good for either my heart or my mental health. It’s as if I’ve become so frustrated with Brexit that anyone who supports it, no matter how remotely, momentarily becomes my bitterest enemy. Once I calm down, take a deep breath etc I’m fine, but given these eruptions of rage seem to happen so spontaneously, I’m at a loss to see how to prevent them from happening in the first place. I ought to be calm and rational, but when something triggers my rage, I’m anything but.
A couple of days ago, the Google alert I set up for news about the new Patrick Stewart Star Trek series cropped up this Slashfilm.com intriguing article. Like many others, it explains how the new series is going to be quite different from TNG in both content and format. For one, it’s going to be serialised rather than episodic. But the detail which most caught my attention was Stewart saying it will resonate with the present: “…it references the present day at times, and that’s all I can say, really. I’m not saying we are in the present day. We’re not. But the world that we find Jean-Luc Picard in is not quite the world that we left him in….” I find that intriguing and tantalising. Could the references stewart alludes to be political in nature? Might he and the producers of this series intend to use it to say something about the contemporary political world? We know Stewart is a Labour supporter who opposes brexit; is it possible that the new series could be about a member of the Federation trying to split away from it? That’s pure speculation, of course, but based on what Sir Patrick has said, I think it is quite a tantalising possibility. The article notes how Stewart was intending to turn the proposal down until he saw what the producers had in mind; that implies that it was artistically significant, or resonated with him enough to make him change his mind. He is as upset as any thinking person at what is currently going on, so if I was him, the temptation to use the role for which I’m most famous to say something about the contemporary political climate would be too much.
A few days ago I began to wonder whether cricket was still played in America, so I tapped the terms into Youtube. I didn’t find much that interested me so I left it at that and forgot about it. However, youtube obviously remembered my query and today suggested this quite fascinating half hour documentary. As a cricket fan, I find what it has to say very encouraging: although still nowhere near as popular as Baseball or American football, Cricket is apparently slowly gaining traction there, with teams being established all over the country, and even a US Cricket Association. There are even plans to set up a national team which could one day compete against the likes of England or Australia. Now that would be interesting. What I find most intriguing about this doc, though, is hearing cricket being spoken of as if it were something new or foreign: it explains how cricket was popular there two hundred years ago, but was almost totally forgotten, so it has to be re-learned. With more and more people, including children, learning and becoming enthusiastic about the sport, though, we can begin to hope that the yanks might one day become a proper cricketing nation again.