under another sun

Gran Torino and shopping for smalls Off this evening to see Gran Torino with Clint Eastwood. This was a very watchable movie, with Eastwood putting in a fine performance as a curmudgeonly widower, who is drawn into the affairs of his Chinese next door neighbours, and goes around kicking a fair measure of butt. An interestingly troubled religious undercurrent to it too - perhaps a tad overdone in the final shootout. Also popped into an art gallery where there was the work of a Japanese artist who was replicating early Klimt, but with a highly lacquered finish and the introduction of bits of mother of pearl. Lovely stuff. Otherwise the day had been spent shopping with Lorraine. Lorraine bought a wet top, and I mainly scored (relatively) smalls and teeshirts. Brighton bursting back into life today. Lots of music on the streets again, including my favourite stilt-sporting buskers The Top Bananas , as well as the tightrope walking fiddler I have featured previously in this blog. Seemed lik...

On stilts Sedate day. Got up early to work. Then after doing lots of nothing Lorraine and I wandered about Brighton in the sun. I randomly wanted to go into a charity shop, and came upon a nice piece of pottery, which Lorraine said was a salt cellar. Turns out it was from Moulin Huet Pottery in Guernsey, not far from my Grandparent's place. So of course I bought it. Then went to the Quaker Meeting house for an arts and crafts show, and met a friend of Lorrraine's called Mary who is a writer on subjects as lots of new agey subjects including a book on Reiki. I told her my story of sitting next to legendary guitarist Brian May of Queen when I went to a reiki induction many years ago. The large group were all made to introduce themselves, and I said I was Peter and worked as a copywriter. The facilitator went on at some length about what a creative job this was, and how draining. Brian May then said, "I'm Brian and I'm a musician," which was passed over without...