Loved every minute. (mostly able to watch not under seat). Based on true events, Argo chronicles the dangerous covert operation to rescue six Americans, which unfolded behind the scenes of the Iran hostage crisis-the truth of which was unknown by the public for decades. On November 4, 1979, as the Iranian revolution reached its boiling… Continue reading Argo (Film CInema City Norwich)
Category: Halesworth – Films/Festivals
The Source (Film at Cut)
Pure Cut announcements before as much from stage as audience, seemless integration. Magical transportation to Morocco (unexpected, nothing read before) and power of tribal women (in this case to secure a water source) Head torches and mobile phones side by side with mountain village life, buckets to the well
Sarfraz Manzoor at The Cut
He was immediately likeable, pure and funny. The Luton background escaped using stepping stones of Bruce Springsteen, to University and Chanel 4 now Guardian writer and critic, appearing on Radio 4 and TV Any Questions. As a Muslim post 9/11, he’s expected to have a view on everything. As for Bruce, from the start he was… Continue reading Sarfraz Manzoor at The Cut
August 2012 Poetry prom Snape
My wellington boots were complemented by fellow walkers taken by surprise by the fast incoming tide, that spread over the manicured footpath. By chance, I reply. Imatz reads her Bombay tiffin poem. I close my eyes. I am there at VT station, can see the food carts the ragged skinny stiffing men, I can taste… Continue reading August 2012 Poetry prom Snape
The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs
Two uninterrupted hours, Mike Daisey, performed, solo on a bare stage, desk chair as furniture, glass of water a few pages of scribbled notes as props. The big man in the Hawai shirt. Weaving the story of his visit to a Shenzhen, where Foxconn made our beloved hardware, with the life story rise of Steve Jobs. Beginning… Continue reading The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs
Gardening
Gardening at Tom's - my neighbour. Imagine if I'd been in Tunstal forest now, doing my own garden, in a polytunnel. Why did I turn it down? What is it about other peoples places that I'm drawn to rather than this nest of my own? Hoeing, old fashioned, timeless. Ground elder always.
Suffolk spring
A day with Ann Wolfe and Kit, first to Jason's launch of Alde valley spring fest. Of course she said yes. Rest? Plenty of time for rest when I'm gone. As I walked beside her, I watched people's faces soften seeing this frail lady white hair, bent back, grown men inclined their head. Little do… Continue reading Suffolk spring
Raveningham Garden
A jaunt into the landscape under my nose. With John, (and Kali naturally) we drove to Ravningham gardens. The luxury of high walled gardens, figs and peaches on south facing red brick, vegetables to keep an army in produce, tiered glass houses glass painted in chalk white to stop the sun from burning, Woodland amid… Continue reading Raveningham Garden
Words by the Sea-side
As I prepare to move my geography from Suffolk to Norwich, I’ve had two rich and uplifting weekends locally both with words: the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival and Southwolds Way with Words. Both events by sea-side towns. I understand we humans ‘go to the sea’ for the end of our lives: the view is compulsory outwards, looking… Continue reading Words by the Sea-side
This could be me or a star
A star is born when atoms of light elements are squeezed under enough pressure for their nuclei to undergo fusion. All stars are the result of a balance of forces: the force of gravity compresses atoms in interstellar gas until the fusion reactions begin. And once the fusion reactions begin, they exert an outward pressure.… Continue reading This could be me or a star
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