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 like my holiday has started already. Especially when we mooched down by the sea for a glass of beer.
A sensation only improved by glimpsing into a TV in a shop and hearing that Manchester Utd were being spanked in the premiership.
Below a highly strung fiddle player, and a drink on the beach.
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 like my holiday has started already. Especially when we mooched down by the sea for a glass of beer.
A sensation only improved by glimpsing into a TV in a shop and hearing that Manchester Utd were being spanked in the premiership.
Below a highly strung fiddle player, and a drink on the beach.
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