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The Damned United

Monday, April 20th, 2009

I have recently seen two films. The Boat that Rocked and The Damned United.
The second of those films I watched on my own, the assumption being that it was a man’s film. It gave me the chance to enjoy it without being conscious of what Joan might have thought of it had she been sitting next to me; a significant factor.

The Damned United

The Damned United

Brian Clough as depicted by Michael Sheen, was not a complicated person. He had drive, doubts, nerve, he was obsessed, thought a lot of himself and told anyone who would listen, and many who cared not to, just how good he was.
His dependence on Peter Taylor, who put up with almost all of his arrogance in a very gracious way, was clear from the start. So when Clough went to Leeds without Taylor, it was also clear he was being set up to fail.
For me the film rang true because of that honest depiction of both sides of leadership shown in the character of Brian Clough. That it was set in a footballing context only made it more engaging. It had that northern grit seen in films like Brassed Off, The Full Monty and Billy Elliot, and reflected a working class world that still existed in the 70s. I left the City Screen in York, thoughtful and satisfied.
So I was delighted by the Screen Yorkshire interview with Andy Harries of Left Bank Pictures who lifted the curtain on the negotiations behind the scenes that allowed him to film The Damned United in Yorkshire.

The Boat That Rocked? Well it did, but for me the film sank. The music was good but the weak storyline and the monotonous depiction of debauched lifestyles on board Radio Rock was tasteless. It wasn’t a worthy document of the pioneers who opened up a channel for pop radio in the UK. There are better ways of wiping the smug grins off the faces of BBC and government officials than pretending pirate radio was responsible not only for free radio but also for the whole of the permissive age. On reflection this was more the man’s film in a unreconstructed, cave man sort of way. Brian Clough’s story was much more about real life and family and gives insight into a man’s world with a very accessible storyline.

Latest delicious thoughts

Saturday, April 18th, 2009

delicious thoughts for April 17th from 06:26 to 07:22:

Latest delicious thoughts

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

delicious thoughts for April 1st from 17:23 to 17:23:

  • Hornblower at loggerheads with council over fresh ban – Bureaucracy gone mad – this small city, where I used to go to school and lived for a number of years, has a unique tradition in the office of Hornblower. The way the local council, which is nothing more than a parish council these days, seems to be acting against the interests of Ripon to preserve a tradition that isn't in the slightest under threat.

Nine miles later

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

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I devised this route from familiar paths on the map although we have never walked the entire circuit as one walk before. It has been an enjoyable day. Now after about nine miles we’re back in Pateley Bridge and soon we’ll be home in York enjoying our tea.

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The Nidd

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

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This the river that gives the dale it’s name. Peaty and deep at this stage. This weir creates a diversion for water to feed the fish farm and a lake we’d just passed near Glasshouses.
From Brimham Rocks we’d descended on a familiar track to Low Laithe and then along the riverbank to Glasshouses and ultimately to Pateley Bridge.
Joan spotted this red toadstool in the undergrowth at the side of the path.

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Brimham Rocks

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

photoI’ve been coming here for years. These rocks carved put of the daleside by wind and ice are twisted into a moonscape that’s both fun and stunning.
They sell ice cream here too – so we watch the view licking our vanilla cornets and remind ourselves of visits made with our children over the years. “Do you remember being stung in your mouth?” I did and always will. The little National Trust shop wouldn’t let me have anti histamine cream from their first aid kit because it was only for external use only. I said I’d risk it and the sting in my mouth seemed to be dealt with by a generous layer of cream on my gum.  Or perhaps it was the beer I’d just comsumed at the same Fell Beck pub we’d visited today that eased the pain. Who knows.

The way to lunch

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

photoWe’re about half way to Fellbeck walking along the Nidderdale Way. Destination, The Half Moon. Let’s just hope we make it before they stop serving food.

St Mary’s Church Pateley Bridge

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

photoThis the derelict former parish church of Pateley Bridge in Nidderdale. It’s up a very steep hill. The faithful would have paid a penence every time they attended just for enduring the gradient.

The Rock

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

View of Nidderdale from The RockFirst stop on a walk from Pateley Bridge to Fellbeck. This rock was fenced off as a viewing point for Queen Victoria’s Jubillee in 1887. Still good views over Nidderdale 121 years later.

The end of the road

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

The end of the road

Originally uploaded by Dawnriser

Here’s the bike computer at the end of my ride. I’m back in
Grassington and completed 110 miles since leaving here yesterday. I’ve
also climbed the equivalent of two and a bit Ben Nevis’s.
I feel good and apart from the odd light shower it’s been fine from
Malham.
I must put in a word of thanks to my bike. Not a puncture or a squeak
all the way round.
Thank you everyone who donated to sponsor this ride on behalf of
Palestinian Young People coming to the Riding Lights Theatre Summer
School next month. There’s still time to donate. The site remains
active for some time yet. www.help.co.uk/ridingbike