In the afternoon, I treated myself to a roast dinner. By “treated” I of course mean, “resorted to” and by “roast dinner” I mean “microwaveable ‘lamb roast’” which had more carrots than peas, and wasn’t particularly nice. I ate it watching Children of Men, which is utterly brilliant, and is not only better than any of the Bourne films, but contains some of the most phenomenal single-shot or seemingly-single-shot scenes I’ve ever seen, There’s one ridiculously long tracking shot following Clive Owen as he machos his way through a war-torn compound near the coast that they break into, and it literally seems about twenty minutes long. It’s thing like this that make what’s essentially quite an average plot into a fantastic experience. That, and killing off Julianne Moore early on, which is always beneficial to any film. After that, I watched Neil Diamond at Glastonbury where he pretty much shit on everything else I’ve seen there thus far from such a gigantic height I’m surprised any of the many other hundreds of acts there even bothered tuning their instruments. He was amazing, even when the gremlins ate the amplifiers, he still owned the stage. I hope he didn’t play Solitary Man earlier in the set, because I missed that, but I got I’m a Believer, and Sweet Caroline, so I still went away feeling like a winner.
Monday 30 June 2008
Sixteen Days (Part 3)
Bike riding isn't what it used to be. Or I should say, it isn't how I remembered it being. Apart from a brief interlude during the summer of 2005 when I borrowed a knackered old two wheeled death trap off my dad to while away three weeks of being between jobs, which culminated in me springing over the top of the handlebars like a malfunctioning jack in the box as I approached a busy roundabout in Cardiff, I haven't really gone bike riding much. When, the following year, A bike I'd borrowed without asking got stolen I vowed never to approach the subject. The combination of death and theft is a potent poison for putting you off something. But I went for a bike ride today, and it was fantastic, although I don't think I'll do be doing it again in a hurry. I used a bike which was propped up against some of the crap in our garden near the wheely bin, old front doors etc. I think, after the events of the ride, this was the exact bike that almost sent me to an early grave three years ago. I should have realised when I had to put the chain back on the wheel before I'd even got to the end of the road.
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