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Studying Politics for the OU, has peaked interest in this election, that otherwise I may have let slip by in a lazy sceptical way . Now I can hear the word, value, know what FPTP electoral reform means. It was a natural step to partake. First step, commit to a party. My father was a… Continue reading Paper Clips and rubber bands – The Count in Lowestoft May 2015

'Id have that seen to', remarked Cindy. 'I'm to the doctors tomorrow' I replied. The appointment made 3 weeks before this was the earliest I could see Dr Abbot, such is the system. How long have you had it? The trouble is I don't dally by a mirror. Far too busy thinking about someone elses… Continue reading The Scab Mole

Wednesday 15th April Another Helen Mirren, and equally enjoyable - not by all, David found it far too sentimental and obvious. But Sal and I did. Sal is my woodlands first harvester. Barry turned up some time late. I loved those French dishevelled homes. There was little of India except in the father, a far… Continue reading 100 Foot Journey – Cut Film

We didn't know each others names. We'd met on and off at the Cut, so I knew her in that way when I saw her on her ipad hocking into free wifi at the entrance to my Halesworth home. Come up for a glass of wine, I invited, she accepted. We rambled. I recognised the… Continue reading Jill

I was not distracted for a moment. Perfect pace, brilliant film, excellent acting. Particularly Felicity Jones, ex Emma of the Archers, a most watchable face, focused, centered, she knew what she wanted, stuck to it, and deviated only with permission. They met at Cambridge, across a crowded room, and spoke together with minimal honesty. A… Continue reading A Theory of Everything Film at Cinema City with Bob

Oh Cut, I love you for this. On a dark Suffolk night, to go out and see this unexpected landscape and story from Iceland. The original Icelandic title is Hross í oss: that is, Horse in Us. Wild stark beauty of an uninterrupted land scape, where folk observe events of neighbour through binoculars. The handsome… Continue reading Of Horses and Men – Cut film

Dressed in flaming red, an African, Nigerian, face comes on our stage. What a pleasure. Canterbury Tales remix. Griming. 'I love the sound his Rolex makes' The gap toothed Wife of Bath, could have been a Nigerian. Every culture has a wife of Bath. The riff of Chaucer. Punk. Sauf London. Wales.

So enjoyed the Seraphim last evening. Turning, walking (dog) back across the marshes towards the church, I felt the sweep of timelessness of landscape, bells ringing out Plain Hunt, then coming in to hear 12 women’s voices, clear, reaching up to the high perpendicular vaulted nave. Loved the John Tavener best.

There had been some gap in time since I’d been to a Metfield event. The pull was the organisation team of Barbara and Lorraine, still raising funds for the Village Hall, still bringing people from this community together. A delightful woman, name I can never remember, met me in the street as I was parking.… Continue reading Bricks of Burston (Metfield Village Hall)