Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Kurt Cobain's house


Kurt Cobain’s house was very had to find. I had to ask directions from four different people. The first person gave me the right instructions. The second person didn’t really know. The third person gave me the wrong instructions. The fourth person took me right there.



I take the number 14 bus from where I am staying in downtown to the very end of South Jackson and where Frink Park begins. I have with me only a badly drawn map, copied from Google and the name of the address: 171 Lake Washington Blvd.


At South Washington, the road drops down and stairs lead to a lonely road that snakes down to where Lake Washington Blvd begins. I take the path most reminiscent of the squiggle I have drawn and get to the point where I feel the house should be. This is based on nothing expect intuition and innate sense of direction, only the former usually fails me and the latter doesn’t exist. I take a few photos of the road sign as proof that I am actually here and go under a low bridge that reminds me of the lyrics to Something in the Way.


I find 175 Lake Washington Blvd and the houses next door are unmarked. Perhaps one of them in the house I am looking for? There is a little old lady standing outside a house as if waiting for a bus, though there is no bus stop. She tells me that the house is actually about a mile down the road, on the left, near where the buses turn round. I don’t know it yet, but these instructions are the best I will receive. My intuition tells me to distrust her.


I walk down the road looking out at the beautiful view across Lake Washington to Bellevue. The sun is shining and the water looks plunge-able. The numbers on the houses are increasing from 175. It feels like I am going the wrong way.


I speak with a man in a hi-vis jacket and a beard, who is doing work on the road. I don’t ask him exactly what he is doing, but it involves possessing a map that shows the number of every house in the vicinity, including the unmarked properties. 171 is not on the map.


I had asked this man for help because he looked like a hipster, but he had no idea that Kurt Cobain had lived in the area. In fact the old lady before seemed to have known a lot more. I have made a classic error in ageism. The hipster does have a smart phone however and he put me back on the right track and down the road I was going.


The numbers keep on going up and I begin to loose faith again. It is getting really hot and the houses are getting bigger. I ask some guys who are working on the side of the side of the road if they can help me out. One of them does an impeccable Dick Van Dyke voice when he hears my accent, so good I feel like breaking into a verse of Step in Time. His co-worker thinks it the house is in the opposite direction, so I turn back on myself.


I begin to lose faith again. I begin to feel that I may not find the house and will have to go back disappointed. I really want to see the house. I don’t think it will mean anything and I’m not expecting a rite of passage. Nirvana were an important band for me growing up, as they were for many. Paying my respects at the place Kurt lived and ended his life feels like a fitting, it not unremarkable tribute.


I interrupt a guy with headphones for directions and he tells me is heading that way anyway, so he can take me right there. He is on his way to the beach to hang out with some friends and I tell him about my reasons for being in Seattle and the conference I have to be at that interview. The guy’s name is Chris and he is a filmmaker. Originally from Grand Rapids, MI, he went to film school in Chicago but dropped out because he found it frustrating. He shot his first movie, In Bloom, in Chicago. Chris tells me it was based on an old relationship and about his ex-boyfriend. I ask him whether his ex has seen it and how he feels about it and Chris says that he was flattered to have their story immortalised in film. He tells me he is working on a new movie and that it will be a werewolf movie.



“Have you seen American Werewolf in London?” he says. “I want it to be like that, but just scary and not funny.”


He had hoped to find a grungy film scene in Seattle, but although he has found it, there is no money. He has a one-way ticket to LA booked for the end of the summer. I wish him the best of luck, thank him for the walk and we part ways at the bench outside Kurt Cobain’s house.


The bench is covered in graffiti and dried flowers. Some of the messages reference lesser-quoted lyrics from Nevermind and In Utero, but many just say we miss you. There is the inevitable transcription of the Neil Young line from the suicide note, which I find distasteful somehow. I like the flowers.


The house is hard to see. Pretty pink flowers circle it and a large gate blocks the view of the entrance. It is less lonely than I had imagined, though my only reference had been the movie Last Days, which wasn’t specifically about Kurt. The current owners want privacy, which is understandable. I wonder how they feel living in the house. Maybe they are huge fans. Maybe they don’t think about it. The shed where Kurt Cobain ended his life has since been taken down. Life continues.


Sunday, 17 May 2015

Amazon Prime Letters Part 2

Hello,

First, I would like to apologise for any inconvenience caused by this situation.

I understand from your e-mail that you have received the faulty disc "Life After Beth" as the same one which you have already reported as broken.

I’ve now updated your membership with this information and asked the appropriate department to check this issue further to avoid future occurrence of this issue.

I've also issued a refund of £4.00 for the inconvenience caused by this situation.

Refunds usually go through in 2 to 3 business days so you should see this credited to your account on your next statement. Please note, this does not include your bank's processing time.

A replacement disc will be sent out as soon as possible. As a goodwill gesture we’ve added a bonus dispatch which will be sent to you above the normal subscription limits.

We hope that you don't have any further problems and that you’ll continue to enjoy using our service in the future.

We look forward to seeing you again soon.

Warmest regards,
Dilipkumar P.



Dear Dilipkumar P.,

Thank you for getting back to me so quickly. I am writing to you personally, though I suspect that you may have to escalate my query to a higher power. I also appreciate your offer of the bonus dispatch and the unexpected refund of £4.00 for the inconvenience. This is a good start.

However, I am after a little more than that. I have been perusing the Thomas’s Amazon section of your website and a few of the top-fight items recommended just for me, based on my browsing history have caught my eye. All of these will do nicely, in further compensation:

1. Section: Home and Garden
1000mm x 1 x 100M Envelopemaster Bubble Wrap
£18.97
Average customer review: 4.5 out of 5. (Amazon reviewer Tighe says “Great value and not just for packing.”)

2. Section: DIY and Tools
20 Pairs of Howard Leight Laser Lite Ear Plugs
£2.85
Average customer review: 4.5 out of 5. (Amazon Reviewer Josh Williams says “Peace at Last.”)

3. Section: Pet Supplies
Simple Solution Stain and Odour Remover for Cats
£5.99
Average customer review: 4.5 out of 5 (Amazon Reviewer Miss S Hooks says “I have found this stuff to be useful in removing cats sick off of carpets and upholstery.”)

4. Section: Garden and Outdoors, Sub-Section: Livestock Care and Beekeeping, Sub-Sub Section: Structures and Hardware
Complete 12V Battery Operated Shockright Energiser Kit, including 25 Insulators, Gate Handles, Anchors, Fence Tester, Connection Cables & 200m Polywire
£76.95
Average customer review: 4.5 out of 5 (Amazon reviewer Emma says “Good kit, bad instructions.”)

5. Section: Music, Sub-Section: Easy Listening, Sub-Sub-Section: Smooth Jazz
Kenny G – Breathless
£3.85
Average customer review: 4.5 out of 5 (Amazon Reviewer Mr R Middleton says “Am I Breathless!”)

6. McAlpine Twin Appliance 1-1/2" Washing Machine Sink Trap
£10.17
Section: DIY and Tool, Sub Section: Products, Sub-sub section: Rough Plumbing, Sub-sub-sub section: Tap Parts, Sub-sub-sub-sub-section: Traps
Average customer review: 4.5 out of 5. (Amazon Reviewer The Navvie  says “it is worth checking, and double checking the gasket and o-ring when connecting the trap outlet to your existing waste pipe - these have to be installed in the correct order and orientation or you will get a leak.”)

7. Section: Toys and Games, Sub-Section: Party Supplies
Inflatable Dinosaur
£1.75
Average customer review: 4.5 out of 5 (Amazon Reviewer HW says “Tyrant Lizard King!”)

8. Section: Grocery
Biona Organic Raw Virgin Coconut Oil 800 g
£13.75
Average customer review: 5 out of 5 (Amazon Top Ten reviewer PPS076 says “Extremely Effective Internally & Externally.”)

9. Section: Lighting
Ewan the Dream Sheep
£29.99
Average customer review: 4.5 out of 5 (Amazon Reviewer Emma Parry of Halifax says “Ewan is a life saver!”)

10 Section: Garden and Outdoors, Sub Section: Bird and Wildlife Care, Sub-Sub Section: Bats
CE 505 Micro Trio Bat Detector
Currently unavailable
Average customer review: 4 stars. (Amazon Reviewer Chris says “Misleading.”)

11. Section: Sports and Outdoors, Sub-section: Martial Arts, Sub-Sub-Section: Weapons, Sub-sub-sub-Section: Ninja weapons
Ninja sword
Currently unavailable, no Amazon customer reviews (actually, this is probably for the best).

12. Section: Video, Sub-Section: Special Interest, Sub-sub section: Dance
Let’s Dance (VHS) with Richard Wilson
£19.99 (with £2.80 delivery)
Average customer reviewer: 2 out of 5 (Amazon Reviewer Anna says “bit disappointing).

I’m giving the last one the benefit of the doubt.

I was a little disappointed that you were unable to offer and explanation as to why I was sent the same broken disc I had been sent previously, though you at least had the courage to own up to it. This admission stands in stark contrast to the brief message I also received from no-reply@amazon.co.uk, who states that “any damaged discs we become aware of are immediately withdrawn from circulation and fixed or replaced with new stock.” Why did this not happen with my disc?

I must press you for an explanation. You can send the items listed above to my home address. I’m prepared to wait for the out-of-stock items. As I have said before in similar situations to this, I’m in here for the long haul.

Yours sincerely,


Thomas Sutton


Saturday, 16 May 2015

Amazon Prime Letters

I haven't corresponded with anyone for a while, but I've recently started a new one with Amazon Prime. The first couple happened a month and a half ago and the last one was sent today. Take a look. I am interested to see where it goes. 

Dear Sir/Madam, 

I have just sent Life After Beth back to you and it is yet another example of a faulty disc being sent out. This is simply not good enough, particularly for a relatively recent film. You should be making sure that discs are sent out in perfect condition in a way that befits a service customers pay for. For compensation, please can you send me two or three extra rentals over and above my allotted amount. 

Yours faithfully, 

Thomas Sutton 



Hello Thomas,

I’m sorry to hear you’ve received another damaged disc.

Unfortunately our discs do degrade over time with regular usage.

We’re always grateful when our customers report broken or faulty discs, as we can then take action to fix or replace the disc. In fact, some faults may only occur during playback and we may not otherwise be aware of the problem.

We have now updated this information on your account to make sure that this doesn't happen again.

As preferred and also for this inconvenience we have added a two bonus dispatch which will be sent to you in addition to the normal subscription limits as a goodwill gesture.

We hope that you don't have any further problems and that you’ll continue to enjoy using our service in the future.

Should you require any additional information or assistance, please let us know directly by replying to this email and we will be happy to help you.

Thank you for contacting LOVEFiLM By Post support.

Warmest regards,
Arunkumar V.




Hello,

I am sending back Life After Beth for the second time because the disc is unwatchable. Given that it froze in the same spot as the disc you sent previously, I can only assume that you sent the exact same disc out to be again, even though I had reported it faulty in the first place. Please refer to my original complaint of 31st March 2015 and the subsequent response from Arunkumar V on the same day.

In Arunkumar V's message he said, and I quote, "We’re always grateful when our customers report broken or faulty discs, as we can then take action to fix or replace the disc.... We have now updated this information on your account to make sure that this doesn't happen again." Well guess what guys, it did happen again! And it was probably the same disc I complained about in the first place. You may not be surprised to here that I'm looking for some sort of explanation here and perhaps some compensation, but we'll get to that.

I'm going to level with you now. If I receive a broken disc, I always complain about it. Part of it is a selfless act, to make sure others do not suffer from the problems I have encountered. That's just the kind of guy I am. But the real reason for complaining is that you always compensate me with some free rentals. I like that. It seems fair.

However, I'm onto you now. Before, I had always thought that you were actually acting on my various complaints and doing everything within your power to make sure that faulty discs were not being sent to customers, as Arunkumar V suggested in his email, making sure that that kind of thing, I quote, "doesn't happen again." But now I'm not so sure. What kind of racket are you guys operating here?

Now I'm not a expert, but I've always thought that the economics of business was pretty straightforward. It has something to do with supply and demand. A lot of people want to watch movies and you provide them with DVDs. But this all goes to pieces when you start sending out broken discs. No one demands that, unless one just finds the shine on the back of a DVD titillating in some way. But there are easier ways to satisfy that sort of demand. Much easier.

So I'm looking for an explanation. Why did you send the DVD I had already reported at faulty back to me? Was it a jape? Did you think I'd find it amusing? I think that's unlikely and I suspect it may have more to do with the fact that you're milking something of a cash cow here, but you've got a cowboy at the udders. (That's a metaphor - make of it what you will). Now I'm not a sentimentalist, but I've been with you guys a long time and personally, I prefer the Lovefilm days. They were cheesy, even irritating, but I felt they cared. Now it's all Amazon Prime. I don't know, it just feels more clinical these days.

In addition to the explanation, I'm also looking for compensation and I mean BIG compensation. Last time, Arunkumar V was kind enough to send me two bonus dispatches. I was happy with that, but this time it's just not going to cut it. Not even close.

Now I've been taking a look around your Amazon website and I've seen a lot of top-flight goods: stereos, VCRs, toys. Now I'm just wondering. What can you offer me?

Warmest regards,

Tom


Sunday, 4 January 2015

Reasons I was thankful in 2014

In the spirit of New Year reflection and also in the spirit of Ferris Bueller, I wanted to list my highlights of 2014. I often complain about not having time for things or get hung up on the cliché of time moving too quickly. This list is my bid to take a look around, albeit in retrospect; we can’t all be as zen as Ferris Bueller.

As a disclaimer, I am aware that posts like this can be a bit self-indulgent. A friend of mine recently posted a link to this spoof (?) blog post so I hope this doesn’t come across in the same way. I have stuck mainly to new places visited and pop culture and left out some of the more personal stuff. This is not a top ten; it is just ten.

Podcasts

There has been a lot written already about Sarah Koenig’s excellent Serial. Like most others, I really enjoyed Serial but don’t particularly want to add to the multiple pieces that have already been written. (One thing I will say is that the SNL parody is hilarious).

Serial has been important to be because it has opened me up to the world of podcasts and I am still only scratching the surface. Before 2014, I only listened to This American Life and Marc Maron’s WTF, but listening to Serial has been like receiving a very late invite to a long-raging party.

I have been given similar invitations in the past but have never really bothered to explore podcasts that much. Years ago, when having a coffee in Brooklyn, I met a guy who was a producer for Here’s The Thing with Alec Baldwin. We talked about This American Life and he gave me a bunch of recommendations for other shows on WNYC. I followed some of them up but didn’t quite heed the call.

This year, I have listened to an enjoyed many more podcasts. Being something of a film nerd, I have enjoyed listening to some podcasts about movies, such as Film JunkCinereelists and the Empire podcast.  The latter has a bigger budget so includes interviews as well as reviews. Film Junk and Cinereelists feature lengthy discussions on film and are hosted by the sort of enthusiasts who will enter into arguments about rating systems. I like that sort of thing. Wham Bam Pow is an action/sci-fi movie podcast that takes itself a lot less seriously and is hosted by the fantastic Cameron Esposito.

NPR’s Pop Culture Happy Hour 
has made me happy most weeks and it treads a pleasing line between interesting and pretentious discussion. I don’t always agree with the presenters but that is the point I guess.

Alongside WTF, I have also started listening to other interview-style podcasts including those from Richard Herring and Kevin PollockSodajerker is also a fascinating if not slightly po-faced podcast featuring interviews with songwriters on songwriting. I have also really enjoyed Radio 4’s Shortcuts with Josie Long on podcast, though feel it falls just shy of being a TAL for the UK.

I am still going with podcasts and would love any recommendations.

Running

Absorbing podcasts has in part been facilitated through running three times a week. As has been documented elsewhere on this blog, I had started running (properly) this year after following the NHS podcast Couch to 5k. I am now running 5k three times a week, which is a feat I hadn’t thought possible this time last year.

I am conscious that I have been evangelical about fitness in the past, only to fall off the wagon later. I have never ran 5k before however and have continued to push myself even as the weather has grown colder and the days have grown shorter.

Unlike other forms of exercise, you can take running with you wherever you go. This year, I have enjoyed running in Oxford, Prague, Amsterdam, San Francisco and more recently the countryside in Leicestershire and Somerset. Last month I bought myself some new and better trainers. I hope to get better and run further  in 2015.

Vancouver


In May, I was lucky enough to visit Vancouver for work and even luckier to have a day to myself on the Saturday while I was there. It was immediately the sort of place where I wished I had more time to explore and less time for work! I tried to pack as much as I could in.


 I was staying in downtown but managed to get my head round the confusing bus system so I could make it out to other parts of the city. Vancouver is one of those cities that has grown and grown and, in parts, priced its citizens out to the edges. The city remains vibrant however and there are still scenes reminiscent of Panic in Needle Park-era New York on East Hastings where the ghosts who gather there show the reality of British Columbian social inequality and addiction. I caught a movie at the nearby Odeon on the third floor of an eerie shopping mall in Chinatown. Shoppers were few and it felt like I had stumbled into Dawn of the Dead.



Vancouver boasts stunning views that hint at the continuing beauty of British Columbia. It is a city that can make you feel quite small, that you are only scratching the surface.  I enjoyed wonderful views on walk around the circumference of Stanley Park and from the beach at the gentrified Kitsilano and from the top of Main St where I could see mountains. The best views I saw were from the University of British Columbia, where a walk through an uninspired campus led to summit looking out to the English Bay. One of the people I met pointed out the bald eagles that he could see from his office window.


Before leaving for Canada, I had been given some fantastic food recommendations from my brother who had visited before and a colleague who had gone to university at Simon Fraser. I ate cheap and I ate very well! I had incredible fish tacos from the Tacofino Commissary; I had the best sushi I have ever had from Toshi Sushi; I had a beautiful Reuben sandwich at Save on Meats; I was overwhelmed my choice at the Granville Island Public Market; and I had my first taste of poutine at the Templeton.


My favourite part of the trip was catching Evan Dando at the Biltmore Cabaret on the Friday night I was in Vancouver. For me, the Lemonheads were one of those bands that I got into at an early stage and their albums have stayed with me as nuggets I can pull from my CD collection when I need a blast of nostalgia. They were the perfect pop band, balancing catchy hooks with infinite sadness, captured in Evan Dando’s heartbreaking Gram Parsons-esque voice. 


It is probably fair to say that Evan Dando could have done more had he not suffered from addiction and mental illness. Seeing him live reminded me just what a strong back-catalogue he actually has. Seeing Evan on stage alone, wearing a t-shirt he had probably kept from the nineties and hearing those fragile songs so raw and stripped-down revealed such an awful poignancy that many times during the gig I could have wept. Yet despite his haunted stage presence and his rudimentary strumming of the old songs, there was so much love for Evan in the audience that night that being there was beautiful and moving, rather than depressing. I can’t say how much Evan felt he connected with the audience that night, but we were with him every step of the way.


I looked to find footage online of the gig but could only find videos of his performance at the Horshoe Tavern in Toronto, roughly two weeks after I saw him. In the videos he performs Confetti, My Drug Buddy and Rudderless. 

These songs were also highlights of the show I saw, so although the sound quality of the videos is poor I am able to reconnect with how I felt that night. My friend Joe once told me that Confetti reminds him of me and I wish he has been with me to see it. Evan also played tracks from his underrated album Baby I’m Bored. Here’s a link to my favourite track on the album for no reason. He played this one too.

A football match

In October this year, I went to my first football match in about fifteen years since I saw Coventry City get beaten by AFC Ajax in a Charity friendly towards the end of the nineties. I was going to write an entire blog post about the experience but found that either I didn’t have enough to say or I didn’t quite know how to put it.


When Joe suggested we go and see Dulwich Hamlet play Hendon, I was a little surprised. My lack of interest in football is well documented. When people ask me if I support a team, I say Coventry City, but I haven’t heard of any of their players since Dion Dublin. I have been in enough awkward conversations where my lack of basic soccer knowledge has been exposed (i.e. the ability to name more than five players who actually play professional football now as opposed to the early nineties when my brother was collecting Pro-Set Football cards) to know that it is possibly too late for me to even come late to football. Joe assured me that it was a friendly atmosphere, you could drink beer in the stand on account of it being low league football and that I’d enjoy it. I was in.


I have a complicated relationship with my lack of interest in football. It has always seemed to me that some people have a problem understanding how anyone could not like it. After all, it is an easy route in conversation. ‘Who do you support’ is a usual ice-breaker and the worst things you can do when asked are either claiming a lack of interest, blagging knowledge or saying as little as you can get away with in the hope that the conversation topic will soon change. I do all three of these things, with terrible results every time.


 I couldn’t tell you much about the technical aspects of the game, but I had a fantastic time and really got into it. There is a very simple joy in picking a team to support and watching them play a game to see if they win or not. If you actually go onto support that team and maintain your support through good times and bad times, I imagine that joy can be tested, or at least become more nuanced or inexplicable. I was more of a tourist on my day at the football, but I still had my heart in my mouth at times. Such was my commitment, I can’t remember who won and who lost, but for me it was more about the experience of being there. 


We were sat in front of an old man and his grandson. Throughout the game, the grandson asked his grandfather question after question and it was obvious that he hung on the old man’s every word. I realized just how nostalgic ones relationship with football can be. For some football can be a route straight back to childhood, like Star Wars or McDonalds or Lord of the Rings. I missed all that because my Dad didn’t care much for football either. I had no one kicking that love of football over to me. I don’t mourn it because it doesn’t matter, but I can see why it is important to others.



After that Saturday I talked about the Dulwich match with a colleague and he dismissed it as hipster football. Apparently, there are fewer beards and craft beers at most football matches.

The Shining


The best book I have read this year is The Shining by Stephen King. I have always liked the film and have seen it many times, so I was very familiar with the story. This does not stop the novel from being thrilling, surprising and terrifying.

The main differences between the film and the novel can be found in the dynamics between the characters and particularly in the character of Wendy Torrance. For the film, Kubrick had a patriarchal vision of the Torrance family, which placed Jack Nicolson as Jack Torrance as the unhinged head of the household, with Shelly Duvall as Wendy Torrance as his weak, victimised wife.

Kubrick’s treatment of Duvall during the filming of The Shining is well documented and is reflected partly in Vivian Kubrick’s (Stanley’s daughter) short film, Making The Shining. In this documentary, we see how Nicolson was treated as the star of the show while Duvall was undermined and criticised. The actress admits to suffering ill health during the shoot, but ultimately expresses her admiration for Kubrick in pushing her to deliver the performance he was looking for. In a later interview, Duvall softened slightly: “In my character I had to cry 12 hours a day, all day long, the last nine months straight, five or six days a week. I was there a year and a month, and there must be something to Primal Scream therapy, because after the day was over and I'd cried for my 12 hours, I went home very contented. It had a very calming effect. During the day I would have been absolutely miserable."

The Wendy Torrance of the novel is at odds with Duvall’s representation and Kubrick’s version. In reading The Shining, I enjoyed rediscovering this character and she emerges as a stronger, more rounded and more ingenious foil to her crazed husband. The Torrance family itself is also more believable in the novel and Jack Torrance’s dissent into madness is much more subtle. Stephen King himself is on record in saying that the movie version of Wendy Torrance is “one of the most misogynistic characters ever put on film”, though this it appears was Kubrick’s design.

Spooky hotels

Following on from The Shining, Emily and I visited (but didn’t stay in) a couple of spooky hotels earlier this year. In April we spent a week with my family in a cottage in Noss Mayo in Devon. One day we walked across the bay at low tide to the village of Newton Ferrers and followed the path along the water to where Newton Creek meets the River Yealm. There we found an old hotel looking out over the bay.


The Yealm Hotel appeared to be abandoned and there were no staff and no guests to be seen. Emily and I wondered how such a landmark could be left to fall into disuse, particularly with such fantastic views. We imagined taking the hotel on ourselves, claiming squatters rights and then having to ask Alex Polizzi to help us out, given our lack of experience.
On closer inspection, it appears that the hotel is still available for private hire and – optimistically – for weddings. The photos of the rooms on the website date back to 2005 and suggest that the interior could do with a lick of paint, if not an entire face-lift.


The website also says that the hotel dates back to 1898 and was built to serve a railway that never made it to Newton Ferrers. An old family photo on Flickr dating back to the 1920s offers only a small clue to the heritage of the building.

Coincidentally, I read Jonathan Raban’s mournful state-of-the-nation travel memoir Coasting this year, and found that the author stayed at the Yealm during his travels round the coast of the UK in the early 80s. There, Raban meets one of the many anachronistic ex-military gentleman who populate the pages of Coasting as well as a precocious parrot called Pepe. Both the hotel as it stands today and Raban’s description of the hotel are reminders of a faded British past.


Emily and I also visited the Burgh Island Hotel at Bigbury-on-Sea. The tide was out so we were able to walk across to the island and look out to sea from the hut on the hill behind the hotel.


Life on the island dates back to the 1890s when music-hall star George H. Chirgwin built a prefabricated wooden house on the island, which was used for weekend parties. The land was sold in 1927 to film-maker Archibald Nettlefold, who built the art-deco hotel that still stands today. The hotel boasts tennis courts, a spa, a pub, a billiards room and a helicopter-landing pad. Famous guests include Agatha Christie, Noel Coward and the Beatles when they played Plymouth.


 It costs at least £450 a night to stay there, so it was not for the likes of us. The website says that it is three and a half hours from London, so you can see who they are pitching it to. I’d like to stay there, if only because it looks like the sort of pad a Bond villain would reside. I’d like to sit in the window, look out to sea and stroke a cat.



Graffiti

One of my colleagues is a keen photographer and he said recently that as you take more and more photos, your subjects begin to emerge. In this sense, your subject is chosen for you by your instinct rather than through thought. Since I bought a new camera this year, I am still working towards the subject.

Although it is a cliché, one of things that I have taken the most photographs of this year is of graffiti. I don’t feel that my photos add anything to the art-works themselves, but my photos do help take me back to the places I’ve visited. Like any photos!

I have been meaning to collect my thoughts on this, but at the moment I have more photos than ideas. I like graffiti but at the moment, the photos speak for themselves. I have some great memories attached to the photos and below are some of my favourites.


In Paris in August, Emily and I stumbled upon where Serge Gainsborg used to live. How did we know? It was covered in graffiti.


The Lennon Wall that I saw in Prague in September was pretty cool and was the subject of my first blog post.


Since one of my previous blog posts I have been trying to take more photos of the SOAK and BWS tags around Oxford. This was in a car park at the end of Bullingdon Road. The building has since been destroyed.


There was a wall of graffiti near where I was staying in the Jordaan on Lijnbaansgracht and this was one of the pieces. It is horrific but cool and reminds me of Henry Moore’s Shelter sketches or some of the more sinister depictions of Harvey Pekar.







I had a great weekend with Emma and Ewan in Amsterdam. On the Saturday afternoon it was wet and dreary but we went over to the NDSM ship yard to see the graffiti on the old factory buildings and the artists’ studios. Unfortunately, we were there the wrong weekend for the flea market.





There are two blocks worth of graffiti on Lilac Street in the Mission District of San Francisco. These are a few examples of mine, but there is more to be seen on another blog from someone else. I met a guy while I was there who told me I had to visit the Bayview district for more graffiti. 










At the weekend in San Francisco, I went out with Ann, Nate and Beau to the Marin Headlands to check out some of the graffiti at the old base station, which was part of a military base until the 1960s. I have found another blog with similar photos of the base station and other batteries in the area, as well as various youtube videos, some cheesy and some slightly melodramatic.The old base was quite spooky, but I didn’t see any ghosts!




I had a lovely weekend in the south of France with Emily, Hannah and Olly. We visited Avignon where there were a few pieces I snapped at.

Jake Gyllenhaal

I have enjoyed watching Jake Gyllenhaal this year and he has starred in two of my favourite films of 2014: Nightcrawler and Enemy. * From Donnie Darko to Jarhead to Zodiac to End of Watch, Jake Gyllenhaal has made some interesting choices as an actor and 2014 has been a great year for him.



Nightcrawler is one of the best satires of the media since Network and Gyllenhaal’s performance is as dark and as complex as Robert DeNiro’s in King of Comedy. Like Network, the film has as much to say about the media as it does the society who consumes it. Gyllenhaal’s Louis Bloom is as much a product of the mediatized easy-winner culture, as he is a shrewd and manipulative self-starter, in tune with and exploitative of the bloodlust of a corporation, who will report digestible and offensive clichés over truth. Nightcrawler is about the media, but it is also about capitalist culture and social control. Jake Gyllenhaal gets it. He won’t win an Oscar even though he should.


I had been interested to watch Enemy after a recommendation from my friend Nate and also because it was the new movie from Denis Villeneuve, whose movies Incendies and Prisoners I had also enjoyed. In this movie Gyllenhaal plays doppelgängers, unaware of each other’s existence at the start of the movie. Based on a novel by José Saramago, Enemy dramatises the lead up to and the fall-out from the doppelgängers meeting. Gyllenhaal gives another stern performance, which is complemented by some moody camera work in a muted and greying Toronto. Some surprising and surreal visuals do not disrupt a steady and eerie pace and this betrays a director in complete control of the unfolding of this bizarre and unsettling story. It was also good to see another movie with Mélanie Laurent, who was so good in Inglorious Basterds and Beginners. 

Next year Gyllenhaal will star in new movies from David O. Russell (The Fighter), Antoine Fuqua (Training Day), Baltasar Kormákur (Jar City) and Jean-Marc Vallée (Dallas Buyers Club), all of whom have bad movies (American Hustle, Olympus Has Fallen, 2 Guns, Young Victoria) on their resume. Hopefully, Jake’s run of magic will continue.


* Enemy is actually a 2013 movie, but for some reason it was delayed in making it over to Europe. It as only just come out in the UK but I saw it in Brussels in October.

Food

A run-down of the year would not be complete without a few favourite meals thrown in for good measure. What can I say? Food is usually my downfall.

L’Ardois, Paris

Emily and I went to Paris this year for her 30th birthday and L’Ardois was the restaurant I found not far from our hotel. I had never enjoyed duck as much before visiting L’Ardois, but then a couple of days later I had a dish at the nearby Le Comptoir des Petits Champs that gave it a run for its money. Both dishes were tender, melt in your mouth and washed down with plenty of red wine. Paris can make you feel like a right marching gutlord!


I ate at the Swan Restaurant when I visited Toronto in 2011 for a conference and remembered how good it was. When visiting Toronto again in May, I couldn’t remember the name of the restaurant but had a vague idea where it was. With the help of an internet street map, the streetview feature and a taxi, I was able to find it again. It is probably one of the best place I have eaten, both for its low-key, humble charm and its incredible comfort food. I recommend the crisp roasted bbq capon. It is a winner.

Slow Cooked Lamb, My House

The problem with Tom Kerridge’s fine cook book, Proper Pub Food, is that you often need a week to prepare most of the dishes. As affable and as unpretentious Tom may appear on the telly, he is true chef at heart and many of his recipes are quite tricky or at least time consuming. His five-hour cooked shoulder of lamb is one of the dishes in the book that requires the least amount of time, so with guest coming for Sunday lunch in July, I decided to give it a go.




I had some doubts about spending around £15 on a shoulder of lamb but it turned out to be a wise investment. Not only is the recipe delicious, a good cut of shoulder turned out to be the meat that kept on giving. It fed four for Sunday lunch and we were still eating it on Tuesday, making up about eight meals in all. I may book out some time to attempt another Kerridge in the new year.

St. Anselm, New York

I visited Mischa in New York in February and was delighted to return with him to St. Anselm, a restaurant I had visited a couple of years before. It is one of the best steak places I have eaten and worth the wait for a table. You can have a drink in the bar next door of in the Commodore across the road, and work up an appetite. The Butcher Steak is a must for all meat lovers.
Among Jason Atherton’s London restaurants is the Little Social on Pollen St and it is there I ate for my birthday this year and enjoyed one of the best burgers I have eaten. The Little Social is more of a humble bistro than a fine-dining experience and that is more my sort of thing. The burger came with poutine, which was a fantastic alternative to chips and Emily and I both had apple donuts for pudding with Chantilly cream and cinnamon sugar. It was a happy birthday for me!

Earlier in the year, Emily and went to see the movie Chef and we left the theatre feeling quite hungry and wondering where all the street food was in Oxford. Walking through town, we realized it was all around us. Oxford after all has kebab vans coming out of its ears.

On further investigation, I discovered Bitten Oxford, a website that has catalogued and reviewed most of the restaurants around Oxford. It has recently been trying to do more to establish a street-food culture in the city, bringing together various food trucks at the castle once a month and at the North Parade Market.

Emily and I visited both their Christmas markets in December and enjoyed a spicy pizza straight from a wood-fired oven courtesy of the Secret Pizza Society, a warming mulled cider from Bar De Cru, a mouthwatering pulled pork batch from Toro Poco, an indulgent salted caramel brownie from Barefoot Kitchen and we bought some lovely (and festive) coffee from Varsity.

In the New Year, I look forward to eating some more locally produced food.

Saltburn by the Sea

The seaside of the northeast is my favourite part of the British coastline so on a trip to a conference in Middlesbrough in June, I didn’t miss a chance to see the sea and get some fish and chips and an ice cream.
 
I wish I had taken my camera.

When I was fourteen, I joined my Mum and my Gran on a trip up to the northeast for Gran to visit her various sisters. I wasn’t meant to be going, but decided at the very last minute after I had asked a girl in my class out at the end of term and she had said no. It was the first time I thought that getting out of Coventry would be a good idea and it wouldn’t be my last.

My Gran’s sisters ranged from the warm and lovely to the scornful and manic. We stayed with my great auntie Dorothy, a warm and gentle lady, whose husband Alec had died a few years previously. My memories of Dorothy are clouded by the last time I saw her in a nursing home, where she struggled to remember who was visiting her. Mostly I remember her boiled potatoes, ham and peas pudding, which she seemed to make every day.

We stayed with Dorothy because she was the sister who my Gran liked the most; that is to say that she was the only of my Gran’s sisters for whom she did not have an unkind word to say. We visited a different sister each day, sitting in living rooms and drinking tea. I would tune out of conversation when the accents became too thick and sink into a chair on my own with a paperback.

I was a shy and unsociable boy and found it difficult to make friends. I enjoyed buying and reading second hand books from second hand bookshops. I remember during that week in South Shields discovering that the Yellow Pages was the best way of finding all the second hand book shops in a city and tried my best to engineer our days, so that we would pass and stop off at one or two on our journey.

At the end of each visit, my Gran would bitch and moan on the way back to Auntie Dorothy’s about the sister we had just left. Even sweet and kind Auntie Una did not escape Gran’s torrent. I remember only a few things about Una: that she always seemed to be smiling, that her house was cozy and that her skin was soft like my Gran’s and my Mum’s. She loved her family and talked about her children and her grandchildren with warm pride.

To save Una from cooking, Mum went out at lunch to buy us all fish and chips, which we ate at the table. At the end of the visit, Una took me to one side and gave me a ten pound note, asking me not to tell my Mum. It was the most money I had been given at one time by someone of my grandparent’s generation and I could not believe it. I would often receive the odd pound coin or two of a visit, but never a note. My Granddad would often give my brother and I the opportunity to put our pound towards his football bets, but we never won any more.

I told my Mum anyway on the journey home. Gran tutted.

“It’s because you insisted on paying for those chips, Karen,” she said.

“It was very kind of her,” said Dorothy.

Great Auntie Jen was the maddest of the sisters. She had frizzy white hair, dark glasses and a northeastern accent with a thickness only rivaled by her husband Stan. I didn’t understand a word coming out of Great Uncle Stan’s mouth, but none of it seemed to be very pleasant.

I remember keeping a low profile at Auntie Jen’s house. The atmosphere was thick and there seemed to be tension between Jen and her daughter. I was reading a book of plays by AA Milne and kept my head down.

Gran was furious on the way home.

“I bet she had not idea why he was there,” Gran said gesturing at me. “Just reading his book quietly. She wouldn’t understand why anyone would read a book.”

Jen hadn’t given me any money. I don’t even remember getting a kiss.

In the evenings we walked to the coast from Dorothy’s house, stopping for a tea at the Marsden Grotto and looking out to sea at the great chunk of rock just towards the end of the beach.

Although it was a freezing February, I was seized by an urgent need to go for a swim. One night, Mum and I went out on our own and had fish and chips again on the pier at South Shields. I can’t remember exactly how we got from the chips to the swimming, but I do remember that there was nothing Mum could do to stop me stripping down to my underpants and wading into the sea. I remember that the light of the day was fading, I remember that the cold water took my breath away but that I strode in with confidence and I remember thinking about the girl in my class who I had asked out as I jerked around in the water and feeling that my need to swim had something to do with forgetting her.

I was thinking about the swim in South Shields in Saltburn, as I ate my fish and chips and drank my beer at the Sea View Restaurant and looked out at the surfers and the Victoria pier. I thought of my Gran and her sisters and how I sometimes missed all those who have since vanished from the family and how I wished that I had listened more intently to their bitching and their squabbles, instead of burying my head in books.