Monday 8 November 2010

Paris

Woe is me in that there I was writing about the ability of those with the equipment to interfere with electronic communications whenever and wherever and the shortcoming of Microsoft and other software when it becomes intermeshed in a layered way, especially Vista with its millions of codes and 50 levels of layering and I cannot get an internet connection in any shape or form except that my laptop is still showing a wireless link with my house circuit and the wireless modem is working correctly. Well I did say my intention was to focus on electronic issues as well as other about the house practical matters. I did spend another half an hour or so clearing and replacing two more hanging baskets with bulbs. This involved sorting through the earth which was not only wet but icy cold.

After writing and thinking and trying to wind down playing games against the computer I was not just in the mood to sleep so stayed up until 6 am and then slept until eleven so it was nearly time for the Politics show and Prime Minister's Question time. Another low level Conservative faced Andrew Neil who asked all the question I posed yesterday and more and my suspicion that this is just the tip of the iceberg came with the news that the New Statesman has been exploring all £50000 upward donations given to the Tory Party and that overseas nationals in this era of the Global economy in which individuals who are not resident in the UK or entitled to vote even if they are can indirectly provide British political parties with funds. Their UK based companies can make political donations of their boards discuss the matter and do so according to the agreed procedure. Thus it is the Board and the company that is making the donation and not the controlling individual financier. There is technically nothing illegal about this except rather like tax evasion it defeats the intentions of the law, of Parliament and the likes of you and me. However if the Tories have thought of this, so has Labour so if so then neither Party will want to go down this route who exposes the gulf between the appearance of what Parties say to win and maintain public support and how they function in practice.

However the reality is that we all cannot be involved in political matters especially all at the same time, except for General and Local Elections otherwise it would be impossible to agree on anything and for governments to take decisions which are required on a day to day basis. It is also true that there are no policies or ideologies which can legislate for every eventuality and therefore there will always be gainers and losers and outcomes which it is difficult to predict. This is difficult at a local level hence the problems which local authorities face when no political party has overall control and they cannot agree for fear of giving political advantage to each other and the offices have to find compromises which usually results in a lack of leadership, decision taking and the system slows down into a half, although sometimes the offices take over if they are clever enough to ensure the politicians feel they are overall charge; mind you this can also happen when there is one dominant party. One of the reason I lasted so long is that I worked for one of the few authorities, because is was small, where the politicians did run things and officers knew their place. Moreover the politicians were response to public needs and opinions 14/7 which created problems for officers, especially when the local view clashed with the money bags and power men down in London, although we were successful most of the time in getting our share which was used in what local politicians in touch with the local population was needed as well as wanted. Jobs creation was to the fore although it was difficult under the Tories because they were all about cutting back on local authority and public service jobs in general . Fortunately Cameron lots have faced the reality of the British economic situation in the world and realise we depend on public service provision for our economic survival and both parties have swallowed their natural opposition to this, for very different reasons by moving from directly provided public service jobs to work being put to private business without understanding that this results in greater costs for less work and for less control over quality and dealing with complaints. The Tory solution which was then taken up by Labour was to essentially grow the economy through money, loans and investments and trading in currencies,, commodities and stocks and shares as our productive capacity, where in the manufacturing of goods or producing food moved from self sufficiency and exporting to the world to dependency on the rest of the world, including on countries whose political systems and ways of life were not only different but hostile to our own, as they were able to start the process of serious industrialization and manufacturing and do so at significantly less costs than ourselves by having the kind of slave labour we UK and USA used 100 years ago. Our problem was twofold through improvements in living standards and the development of education from basic through to higher, what people wanted and were able to do significantly changed, but also what they were not. During the great manufacturing boom it should not be forgotten that the use of domestic help spread from the aristocratic and upper middle classes to the widening middle classes and that it was only after world war two that the decline in domestic service commenced and then shifted from working in private homes to working in institutions and establishments as people were warehoused rather than cared for by wives and mothers who themselves wanted heir rightful share in the new world, and then latterly because the post war baby boom moved through to into old age and with better diets and health care into longer and longer lives so that we now feel cheated if we only survive until three score years and ten. This also had major implications for government expenditure, and for pensions both public and private. I was open thing to have a situation where people paid in throughout their working lives and then drew out for a limited period of say five to ten years but what of the majority continued to drew out for ten and then twenty more years?

The approach of David Cameron at Prime Ministers Question Time was come out on the offensive, aggressive and as political nasty as he could be on the economy attacking the Prime Minister for saying he had banished the boom and bust tactics of the Tory Party years of power. With Labour Members clearly having other matters on their minds and the House with an electric supercharged atmosphere and George Osborn looking serious and badly shaken instead of his usual grin which is sometimes more of smirk, the Prime Minister confidently stuck to the issues raised by David Cameron, in the sense that he pressed home the previous statements and approaches of the opposition and its shadow Chancellor and accused his political opponents of attempted opportunism, changing positions and having no effective policies to tackle the situation, hence not being able to oppose government measures on the Banks and the financial mechanisms. A serious man for serious times and not prepared to directly get into the major political and media event of the past couple of days, and since the return of Mandelson to the front bench of the House of Lords.

Cameron knows and this is where he is being politically wicked that of course the British economy has increasingly become prey to world wide changes because of our switch from production to services, especially financial services. We had not alternative in this respect. The hypocrisy of their present position is to suggest that the government was wrong to direct a fair percentage of the output and economic growth back into public services for the benefit of the middle classes and the poor and did not store this up to ensure the very rich continued to prosper if times became bad. We must keep out villa in the Med and our yacht going must we not as well as our penthouses in New York, London, Rome or Paris? The rich aspect about the Cameron position at the moment is that recognising this was how to manage the economy and keep the population at large content with what the government was doing overall, especially at election times, the Tories had to adopt the approach which including devoting a fair chunk of the output and growth into public and well as private services.

Back to Prime Ministers Questions for as the House began to show its disappointment as the issue was not being raised of the Shadow Finance Minister staying as guest at a holiday villa and a billionaire's boat and discussing how he might be persuaded to come on board as Tory funder through his UK based company, despite the information that the US State department won't let him into the USA, up stepped Denis Skinner who has made his reputation by giving Ministers of all parties a roasting at any and every opportunity, called by the Speaker who did not have need to have done so, and the asked the Prime Minister for an assurance that whatever the state of the economy he would never go off on a yacht with a Russian soliciting financial help.

Mr Brown's response was equally revealing that it was a serious matter to be investigated by the proper authorities. This was clever because he showed the present financial and economic situation was to serious a one to engage in inter political party knock about and that anyway the matter was of a sufficiently serious nature to require official investigation and if so the less now said the better, even if in fact this was unlikely to happen. I got the message as did the Politics show, as did My Osborne and Mr Cameron. However as he day progressed there was a closing of ranks and Rothschild did not issue any further briefing and there was much losing of ranks. The way Cameron enjoyed the Denis Skinner intervention suggested that he though that is this was the best Labour could produce then there was nothing to fear. No one has yet complained to the Electoral Commission and they will not investigate without some substantiation of allegations. Michael Heseltine did a dismissive appearance on the Paxman show but Norman Tebbit echoes what many are saying in private that what he did was unwise and demonstrated his inexperience and poor judgement. He has become damaged goods and the Commons will not let him forget. How soon Cameron acts will be depend on the opinion polls. There will be further discussion tomorrow night on Question Time and the Late Night Politics Show and then over the weekend the Sunday Papers will have their go. For the moment there is a bold aggressive front, you know attack is the best form of defence.

It was time for a cuppa soup, a slice of bread and a pasta pot, for sorting where the paperwork for this and that and which I have been meaning to do and not got round to for months but keeping one eye of 24/7 news from time. It was ten minutes past 2 and my work day was about to begin. First there were a few more games over lunch, The great achievement of the past week has been to concentrate on Freecell neglected since the time several years back in the late 1990's when systematically completed 10000 games numbered 1 to 10000, averaging a success rate of around 75%. Now I am more interested in success rate although raising the level from the initial 94% has been a challenge taking another 100 games to get to 96% with a further loss and then a further 100 before reaching the magic 98% last night and then for reason I can now remember I closed a game before it finished thus registering a loss returning tot eh 97% rate and I assume having to play another 47 or so games before getting back to the same percentage level. For Hearts where the margin early on was awful the rate remains at 44% 674 of 1508 games and at Spider Solitaire at 92% and where the current target is to reach a thousand games from 967 at present and 893 wins. I have left chess for a while having reached streaks of 101 at levels one and three, left level two having reached a run of 96 and found I needed to concentrate on level four more than I am prepared to do so at the present time having lost two if not three game and drawn 2 or may be even 1 out of the first 45 with a 91% of success.

After watching the 3pm news I tried to connect again and let the computer resolve the problem and bingo I am on line again. Very puzzling. I was able to send in comments to the BBC news programme. I did a Google check yesterday on my birth name and that following the discovery of who my father had been, One search takes to Myspace and the other has an interesting section of reference to film reviews, local media comments on Newcastle United and the publication of one of the coast photos that of Marsden Rock. It is interesting how many of the photos used are similar to those now available on MySpace photo albums. There are also reference to the latter days of my managerial career although some that appeared in overseas media are longer found in the first pages which are many overall given that there at least a dozen with the same Christian and Surname combined.

I then went to MySpace and found that Fyodor Dostoevsky has become a friend. I have a two volume edition of the Brothers Karamazov and I also the enjoyed the Hollywood film; The Idiot; Poor Folk and the Gambler; Crime and Punishment and at last two film versions; The Possessed- a two volume edition; Letters from the Underworld and The House of the Dead.

It was a good new Friend Day because the amazing
Carletto di San Giovanni has agreed to be on my list and goes into top friends so that casual visitors and old friends can enjoy his extraordinary number of sites about films, film makers and actors. I also suspect that the ladies of all ages will note his good looks and heterosexuality, particularly those who also live in either New York or Rome two of the great cities of the modern world along with Paris and London
This evening I returned to Paris, at least through Griff Rhys Jones in his series of twenty hour visits to Great cities. You can see a lot of a city in one day and in my first week there I was exhausted on the third of fourth day. I have driven into Paris from a ferry crossing to get on an overnight train going south twice, I have driven and stayed in a motel on the south side before going south, and stayed for a few nights at the beginning or end of a holiday going on to the south of the country or into North Spain.

Once I camped in a Fiat car outside a campsite making use of the shower, toilets and food facilities.

On the programme this evening Rhys showed the seven and half kilometres from the Louvre along the Champ Elyse to the Arc de Triomphe where I have watched the evening ceremony remembering the fallen. On the first visit and again when camping near Le Tourquet Paris Plage, a visit was made to the Centre National d'art et de culture Georges Pompidou once uniquely designed massive building of glass with external moving stairways and visible service structure work. However brief a visit I always came back with Pariscope, une semaine de paris. This visit coincided with La romance de Charles et Diana sur A2 the front page to the Tele Journal du 3 au 9 Aout prior to the wedding which was watched on a TV

Rhys did show the river and that most impressive Cathedral pf Notre Dame and I did travel the river on the bateaux mouches cruise then costing 10 francs. The hotel was called San Francisco 32 rue Henri Monnier. Rhys Jones also popped into Momartre but bypassed the Basilique du Sacre-Couer to look at the vineyard which produced 2000 half bottles of red whereas I visited the Cathedral Dome.

His odd visit was the underground catacombs where the bones of some six million medieval Parisian's are stored in some sort of order. But we both went to one the cemeteries on the outskirts although I also visited the second. The most well known is Pere Lachaise where in its 106 acres are the remains of Moliere, Chopin, Colette, Modigliani, Proust, Rossini, Bizet, Sarah Bernhardt, Isadora Duncan and Oscar Wilde but the most visited is the grave of Edith Piaf. One of the first visits was to the cemetery of Momartre where lays Degas, Dumas, Zola, Offenbach Stendhal, Delibes and Berlioz.

Jones also served at late a night restaurant when the last orders can be made until 1 am and you can sit over tour coffee until you want to leave.. The prices are just as astronomical in a city where only the rich live in the inside the city, and he poor were pushed out to build the boulevards and when a coffee on les Champ Elyse makes the eyes water, I was initially directed to an inexpensive self service restaurant called Panorama, 20 rue Gerando Paris 9 taking the Metro to Anvers Soups bread simple rice and bean dishes, fruit, Pepsi and coffee.

However I then discovered another similar place where the range was better and the location convenient via the metro but the mainstay became alfresco meals of fresh bread, pates and salami, olives and prawns, fresh fruit, crème caramels wine and chocolates was eaten on the hotel bed on some bench. One needs to take a spread knife, tin and bottle opener, picnic plate and a tea towel and paper serviettes. Talking of bread Griff got up early to bake bread, 70% of which is hand made in France compared to 3% in the UK. Going for bread is something of a religion in France and has to be done once or twice a day as there are no preservatives and therefore does last.

Griff missed out on the free and traditional night life. On the first free evening I went to a free concert at the Eglise of St Thomas d'Aquin, in rue du bac where the Orchestre des Jeunes de Belgique performed Mozart's Horn Concerto and a Mozart Symphony, Schumann and Berlioz. Supper at midnight was bread and jam and cake! There was also another free concert at the grande auditorium of Radio France with the Nouvel Orchestre Philarmonique although this took place during the day, recorded for subsequent radio broadcast.. I also bought tickets for both the Casino de Paris and the Follies Bergere for 60 and 75 Frances for the show from the balcony, avoiding the 250 francs for the illuminations brief visit to Parisian cabaret before one show at the Moulin Rouge or Lido dancing and champagne packed into a five hour package returning to hotels at 2am.

In addition to the usual sightseeing up the Eifel Tower,(been twice), perhaps the most visited attraction in the world, to the Tuilleries, the Opera House, the Pantheon, the Sorbonne and the rest one often missed treat, is the Galeries Lafayette and Printemps stores with their dome roof skylights. I remember recommending this to a colleague who came back delighted having followed my suggestion. It may have even been a honeymoon visit. However one of most memorable moments was on another visit was when I went to see the film Reds, on a hot Summer afternoon.

Last night I also watched a potentially disturbing and questionable serious film about under age sexuality which won awards at Berlin and Cannes. It is a believable and protracted depiction of how an Italian law student seduces a reluctant teenager using a ring stolen from his mother as a token of engagement and from this viewpoint it is good cautionary tale for teenage girls and their mothers. It is also good portrayal of the relationship between two sisters one who is slim and pretty and the other fat and pretty and how their discussion and enquiries about sex leads one into trouble. However some of the scenes are gratuitous and the ending is shocking horror where mother and eldest daughter are murdered on camera by a crazed stranger and the younger raped off screen but claims it was consensual, as the three return to Paris early from the family holiday to join the husband who has left even earlier for business reason following mother's discovery of the activities of the elder daughter.. James Berardinelli in his review is right when he says that what must be described as hard core sex scenes are not titillating or likely to attract the wrong audience although I am nor sure what is the right audience? The reviewer argues that the ending while the blackest of ironies may be unnecessarily sensationalistic to which I must add, may be? I agree that it is an honest and unvarnished look at the hard side of being a teenage girl but he could have also stressed that it shows the ruthless exploitation of young men whose parents have failed to instil the basic of how treat the opposite sex. Fredericke and Catherine Breillat, whose reviews for Spirituality and Practice usually have a liberal and tolerant quality are uncompromising in their conclusion that while the film does draw out the tensions and rivalries between the sisters, the director does go well over the line, especially with his shocking and gratuitously violent finale. I was pleased to learn that while it was shown at the 39th New York Film Festival it did not win any prize.

Hudiksval Forsa 1963 remembered

Today I experienced a film which I recall seeing before but only giving some attention, The Long Memory staring John Mills as a man wrongly convicted for murder released from prison on licence after 12 years wanting to get revenge on the witnesses who perjured themselves, By good fortune he encounters a troubled young refugee with her own dark memories and who sees in him the man before disaster struck and whose only interest is to provide sufficient love which will prevent the urge for revenge destroying the rest of his and their potential life together. Confronting one of the witnesses he realises that he does not need to take further action in that while they continued to be imprisoned by what they had done, he is being the opportunity for the kind of relationship many aspire. Then he comes face to face with the with the man he was convicted of killing and has to run for his life. A good Fleet Street freelance journalist and a good detective cop are equally convinced the man is innocent and through them and the girlfriend and another friend they are able to save the man and begin the process of trying to repair the damage done to his reputation and freedom. A combinational but excellent script with plot twists and fine all round acting performances.

The wronged character comments that it no longer matters as he, they have all that anyone needs while the girl friend(Eva Berg) comments "all we want is the right to exist without being hurt and without hurting anyone else." Fine words but so difficult to maintain in this complex changing world. It is also true that the struggle for a sense of meaningful justice can enable some to continue with life if someone dear to them has had their life cut short, is maimed or harmed in a way irrevocable to them, but it can also cripple lives and prevent further enjoyment and positive new experiences. As with all such statements and generalizations the opposite is often true and may or may not prove relevant or of value in particular circumstances. For the long memory has always been something of a blessing and a curse

I completed all the work in relation to development project sets 2160- 2173 but not the photographing of each single page and then double. This brought the number of completed sets to 7725 and cards to 185400. So far I have also added nine sets of information about new MySpace as I set out to increase the number of friends to match the number of Blogs concentrating on artists film makers and actors, jazz and classical, together with writers and philosophers. There have been four cultural sets so the running total is now 7739 sets 185736 cards. The Artman card volume reached 4444. I photographed one Development volume while I watched an awful drama by numbers which does not merit further mentioning, but it prepared me for what I knew was going to be a difficult film experience afterwards and which I will leave the telling for now.

The main event of the evening was the first home game for the temporary manager for Newcastle, Joe Kinnear, against the team of the moment in terms of publicity Manchester City. So much emotion has been invested over the past two decades but the love and the loyalty has departed, but the bonds remain strong especially as the club has been under such fire from within and without

It was a good game to watch and oddly similar to the efforts of Roy Keane when Sunderland turned from a team struggling to survive, even in the Championship, into a promotion winning side. There was a wide gulf in skill, team play, and self belief between the two team but only when the match commenced and over the last ten minutes did Man City Perform as I saw them against Sunderland and then against Portsmouth. After ten minutes the referee gave a penalty to Man City which is one of those likely to be debated until the end of time, time which I regard as endless, and long after all trace of human kind disappears from the universe. The decision of the referee to send off the player was perverse and irresponsible. However the decision may have saved Newcastle and possible given Joe the time win over the players and the fans, possibly even the media, with his honest down to earth team building. What he is doing is something the crowd at Newcastle love, putting fire into the bellies of the lads, turning them into men. The football is not pretty with the lads need to make plenty of tackles which are not always well timed. Man City who are learning to play Premiership and European level winning good football did not know how to handle a team which looked more Bolton than Chelsea or Man U. However it is what the situation demands and a couple of wins should see themselves out of trouble. Given that they played most of the game with only ten men, the failure to keep their 2.1 winning lead until the end of the game will have disappointed but there is much to cheer supporters as they prepare for Saturday's Derby at Sunderland. Either side wining take them our of or further out of trouble. A draw leaves them uncertain, but is what I hope for, but not what I expect.

Joe Kinnear is 61 and has survived a heart attack which kept him out of the game for two years and since being fired from Nottingham Forest in 2004 is has been on the benches. Joe played as Defender for Tottenham Hotspur for ten years making 192 appearances and then had short spell at Brighton where he played 16 times. He made 26 appearances for the Republic of Ireland. He commenced management in the Middle East and then India and Nepal, before acting as interim manager at Doncaster. His highest league position at Wimbledon was six and he reached two semi finals. It is said that he turned the chance to manage the Republic's team after the departure of Jack Charlton. It will be interesting see what happens over the next games.

While I worked, I listened to the music of Aaron Locke who is presently playing a round Austin Texas. He is a fine musician, playing vibes, drums and steel pan and includes on his play list a song called She Likes to smile which has a haunting and memorable quality of the order of Peter Sarstedt's Where do you go to my lovely. I am trying to remember how I came to discover the New Orleans Rhythms Kings who play the kind of wicked jazz I used to listen to over a weekend at the Cy Laurie Club in Great Windmill Street, a stone's throw from Piccadilly Circus and opposite the Windmill Theatre.

It was late when I was ready to watch Masjavlar a Swedish made film. One of the few home produced offerings each year I have remained interested in Sweden and the Swedish cinema since seeing he Bergman Film Summer with Monika during my first two years on leaving school 1955-1957 and then visited Sweden for two weeks in 1963, travelling with small party from Ruskin College by train through Germany and Denmark from Paris and after staying briefly in Stockholm went to Forsa and after taking the train to Hudiksvall on the coast, staying a Folk High School (Folkhogskola), and then returning for a few days in Stockholm, during which time I and two companions spent a day at Uppsala University, as guest of a student studying psychiatry who we had met at a function in Stockholm but where and what circumstances I no longer remember. We were entertained by the student and her five companion who shared a self contained area in a hall of residence and then taken lunch with her fiancée. One of my two companions became suddenly ill with an infection and a doctor was called and we had to leave him to be cared for by the six young women while he recovered sufficiently to travel. The organisers of the trip did not believe us at first. He was heavily involved in Trade Union history, industrial relations and Labour politics and subsequently gained a peerage continuing distinguished public services throughout his life, Bill, Lord McCarthy.

The film reminded me of the kind of communities which makes up the greater part of Sweden. It is set in Winter time with much snow and where the young lad these days use the snow scooter. We visited in late summer and the young men drove around the nearest town in the evening picking up girls to take them off to the hills and secret stills which brewed inexpensive liquor. We were stunned at the price of beer and that there was nowhere for young people to meet and for people go out to drink at establishments such as the British pub. It was a very worthy trip with visits to factories, businesses and to national government and local government offices of information. I had a private visit where I was explained the Swedish Social Welfare and Social Work system. The only excitement apart from the visit to Uppsala was when two Australian girls turned up at the Folk High School having met the Principal on his trip down under and who said if you ever are passing my way look me up never in a million anticipate they would do so.

Since then my knowledge has depended on Ingmar Bergman, the majority of films I have seen and have some video for what have been significant films for me. The story of Masjavlar is worthy of Bergman. The thirty something daughter returns to her home village after an absence of 15 years, having got to university, and to Silicon valley in the USA before settling in Stockholm as an computer architect having progressed from being a programmer, but living in a small two room flat on her own and pregnant by the young son of her boss, and about to have a termination. She returns for the seventieth birthday party of her father held in the village hall and the film is about the catalyst her visit becomes in relation to her two sisters and their families, her uncle and former widowed school mistress and her son. Everyone has a story involving suicide, a once in a lifetime holiday fling and an overriding sense of failure, of being imprisoned in a life and relationships not of their hopes and wishing and which everyone feels at some point during their adulthood. The ending is dramatic and real. However the one flaw is that the parents and three daughters did not appear to have ever been a real life family, they did just not convince but otherwise all the bases of family and small community interactions are covered.

Fortunately it was possible to speak to Swedish people on the visit because as in other Scandinavian countries English is not only taught in schools but everyone learns. I remember going for some toiletry, shaving cream or such like to a chemist in small village in Holland prepared to point and asks for the price to be written down taking of pen and paper. The young women immediately said she had learnt English in school but had little chance to practice so was delighted to talk for a while. Whereas Spanish, Italian, and Greek are languages which match the climate and lifestyle of the people, the harshness and apparent coldness of the Northern Scandinavian tongue matched the climate and physical nature of the country. Superficial I know but I suggest there is also truth.

On the train journey first to Stockholm and then to Hudiksvall I was struck by the continuous open space of trees and water and the official tourist information for the seaside town highlights its location amongst deep forests, lakes and blue mountains and I quickly understood why many Swedes appear soulful and thoughtful beings as they are brought up as part of the natural environment and where everyone tries to escape from the capital and the towns into the countryside at weekends and the summer vacation, or at least used to, and those who become cosmopolitan and worldly find it difficult to readily fit back into their childhood roots. You understand the temporary nature of human life in such an environment and if things go wrong and you see no immediate or long term solution there is the tendency to take ones life. It is otherwise a very tolerant contemporary understanding society which also may contribute to the constant introspection.

Rimini and Dolce Vita

It was always going to be a lazy kind of weekend and staying up finding MySpace friends until the early hours was not going to change my sleep cycle. Then although I tried to sleep I could not and got up and made myself a milky coffee and a toasted sandwich with grilled tomatoes. It was five am before going back to bed and sleeping and therefore not surprising that it was 11 am when I rose.

I missed all the live sporting events the Formula I important race in China when Lewis Hamilton could win the World Racing Driver titled for 2008. I watched a recording in the afternoon and although he won, his nearest rival came second and therefore the points difference is only 7 and the decision goes to the last race in Brazil the home turf of his rival. This is the same situation as last year when his closet rival finished sufficiently ahead, so lose and yet so far. In this race unlike two weeks ago, Lewis was able to stay in the lead throughout, driving hard but without having to take risks. The packed course in Shanghai was only able to watch a procession with no thrills and spills, paying fortune for the privilege, but they may remember watching the 5th win in the year of the man who became the youngest driver ever to win the championship.

I also missed Andy Murray winning his second Master's series title in succession beating France's Gilles Simon in Madrid.

He has rapidly established himself as the world number 4 and presumably these wins may have moved him into third position. He is the first British driver to win four of these races in a season and will go next to St Petersburg next which he also won last year, having qualified already for the Master's Cup which takes place in Shanghai the fastest growing economy in the world and clearly the place where it is all happening.

Newcastle United is not playing until a Monday so the match can be televised Live on Satanta Sky when they play Manchester City at home, so I will have torn loyalties although nothing line next weekend when Sunderland entertain Newcastle at midday with the match again on Sky, Today Hull continued their dream start by beating the Hammers away and Tottenham's woe continue as they lost again to the other club at the bottom, Stoke. I was able to watch the highlights of both on BBC TV after watching a new Frost which lacked originality and would have been better condensed into one of its two hours.

The greater part of day was spent in project working, broken up only by food, two under cooked lamb chops for lunch with a small tin of new potatoes and garden peas followed by mixed black grapes which were delicious and green which were not.
I made two visits to the Southwell Minster this year in May and August so it was a good surprise when switching over to the Antiques Road Show there were pictures of the outside of the Minster where the show was being held and of the nearby workhouse one of the biggest and best preserved of the Victorian monuments to Oliver Twist.

I was not in the mood for serious news but there were two developments which cannot be left without recording. The first is the announcement that that the Chancellor and his advisors have found their copies of the General Theory of Employment by John Maynard Keynes, one of the works I was required to read during the term when I studied Economic Theory under the guidance of Henry Smith the Vice Principal at Ruskin and established Economic Theoretician whose book I have. The Chancellor is bringing forward major public building projects. I used to be accused of being an empire building when I worked in local government for South Tyneside because I was always looking for ways to create useful jobs. It is simple arithmetic. If someone is in work they are able to buy things which keep other people in work and the government gets income tax and VAT tax and the local authority gets rates paid and rent and so on. If a person is not in work then the government has to pay benefits and in many instances this includes paying rent as well as rates as unemployment and family credit

The Conservative party is about to commit temporary electoral suicide and prove what many suspected that what they say cannot be trusted. As little as a week ago the leader and front bench were pretending that they were going along with the measures taken by the government as it was in the national interest and it was not the time to debate how the situation had arisen and their view that the government was an author of its own misfortune. It had seen the public opposition to the government giving them a twenty point lead in the opinion polls begin to fall and this weekend one polls showed that the lead had dropped to under 10 pounds. The tactic was quickly abandoned at last week's Prime Minister's Question Time when the deputies stood in and thus weekend the Tory Leader opened fire with both barrels. Now, in fact what he said had substance, but it will be lost on influencing the public at a General Election because it showed that he was putting personal and Party interest before the national and exposing himself and the Front bench as hypocrites. What was worse is that the Tory central office put up a junior Treasury spokesperson to attack the Keynesian spending plan. The public are not interested in how we got ourselves into the situation at the moment but how do we get ourselves out and only then should the issue become how the situation was caused, which is about the fundamental flaws and inequalities of free enterprise capitalism and nears to be handled carefully to avoid a swing to the extremes of socialism and other fundamentalisms of the dialectic. History will record that the last few days marks the time when the Conservative threw away their chance to become the next Government, mark my words. And free advice, sack whoever advised you, they fouled up big time and you are a fool for not realising.

In the USA the McCain Palin ticket was given a kick in the teeth by the influential former Republican Minister Co-lin Powell who declared that in his view Senator Obama has the potential to become a great President unifying the nation at a time of crisis and threat. Previously he had given as much funding to McCain as the USA law on personal donations allows. American's version of political insurance.

The was a great radio interview with Dawn French at the weekend timed with the publication of her Memoirs Letter to Fatty which include pieces on the relationship with her father who died when she was only nineteen. As usual someone does better what it has been in my mind to do. As she said Memoir are better than autobiographies which usually have to follow a chronology and include all the important things in a life, some of which are usually better left unsaid or un remembered.

I also watched Goldie Hawn, sexy, bubbly a great comic actress, mother of four children and campaigner for the rights and interests of children generally on the Graham Naughton Show.. It should have been a splendid way to end the evening. But I was not ready even thought it became quickly past midnight.

Just as well because the organiser of the Myspace site on Frederic Fellini had confirmed my friend request. This is a wonderful site created by Carletto di San Giovanni which list and writes about all his work and then has dozens of stills from the films. Thus instead of my writing ending at this point reflecting just another day I was catapulted back into my time of searching for the Dolce Vita including a trip to Rimini where Federico was born and then on to Rome and Sorrento.

I have recently, 2006 and 2007 experienced some of his films on DVD in England or seen at the theatre on TV my first thoughts went back to the time when I first saw my first film in Italian with someone who was no more or no less than a female friend at the Academy Cinema in Oxford Street London and who was at the cusp of London Society after finishing her degree in art history and between a passionate love affair and a parentally approved marriage.

We had met at the offices of the Committee 100, the Bertrand Russell Committee which organised major civil disobedience demonstration against the possession and potential deployment of weapons of mass destruction. I had then asked one of the officers of the Committee for her address and telephone number as she had shown great interest on being told that I was one of the Foulness thirteen, having spent six months as guest of Her Majesty rather than agree to stop participating and working for the cause. I had then be appointed a field worker for the Direct Action Committee Against Nuclear War making the final arrangements for a combined operation against the deployment of the Polaris submarines at Holy Loch.

I was too shy to ring so I wrote a short note asking that she telephone me immediately if she would like to meet for lunch. In those days, I tended to stay in bed until mid morning so I had to be woken up by my mother or aunts to find that she had immediately picked up the telephone upon reading the letter and I had to rush to get dressed and take the train to Victoria and then the tube across London to Hampstead where we walked the health. We met occasionally, before she became engaged and I went to Ruskin, a visit to look at Leonardo drawings at Windsor castle, a visit to see Beyond the Fringe, and I have a thank you volume of Balthazar, one of the Alexandrian Quartet novels by Lawrence Durrell, for taking her mind off contemporary problems and dilemmas, and we had also gone to see La Dolce Vita.

I will add that the young woman was and has no doubt remained beautiful and intelligently, and through her family part of fashionable London society which was in general wealthy and carefree as it moved into the swinging sixties although we were both too serious and too interested in the welfare of others to be part of that and therefore while she could have become Madalena, she did not.

The film which I now know I did not understand, so impressed that I acquired a photobook with 96 pages of stills and the film script published in the United States by Ballantine Books of Fifth Avenue in 1961 and translated by Oscar DeLiso and Bernard Shir -Cliff . I experienced the film several time on TV subsequently and then two years ago I was able to experience again on DVD together with three other's.
Such was the importance of La Dolce Vita that of the 200 odd films I have viewed since joining the DVD club that it was among the first ordered and the second to arrive in August 2006, with La Strada and Amacord viewed in September 2006, Roma in April 2007. il Bidone has been in my list to see for over a year, I have also seen Boccaccio 90, 8 and a half, Satyricon, Guilletta degli spiriti on screen and some on TV usually Film Four. I may have seen other such is my memory.

It may surprise that the film which moved me most is La Strada with Anthony Quinn and Guilletta Masina the extraordinary wonderful actor and the wife of Fellini. Looking on Amazon I find there is a four film set and on E Bay several others are available inexpensively. I now will add these to my Christmas wishes list as second to Ingmar Bergman he is the most interesting and at times challenging Director during my life time of over sixty years film experience.. I have not always enjoyed his films but they are always worth giving close attention.

I was still not ready for bed because I read on the MySpace site that his home town had been Rimini. It is only a matter of days, since talking about Brideshead Revisited that I was reminded of the day I had spent in Venice after which I and my companion on a trip which had taken us through Belgium, Germany and Austria before travelling to Milan, Venice, Rimini, Rome, Naples and Sorrento then returning home via adventure in Switzerland and France. It had been a tiring drive although it was only disk my companion wanted to stay at the camp site and go early to bed whereas I wanted to see what there was to see and had driven off as night descended

As I drove along the coast road a woman on an unlit bicycle pulled out before me and fortunately I was travelling slowly. Although I braked I hit the rear of the bike and the woman came off on onto the bonnet which broke her fall to the ground and also shattered the windscreen, but not broken it, with her backside. Amazingly she was not hurt or had a scratch. Although this was a quiet road the whole of Italy arrived included an English speaking Italian working at a hotel who explained what was happening. I was held at the scene while the woman was taken to hospital for a check and on confirmation that there was in fact no physical injury I was allowed to return to the camp site having provided details, and later my insurance settled the claim for repair to the bicycle and a small amount for emotional damage. I was very lucky otherwise I would have been taken into police custody and prison, and despite all the subsequent adventures in search of La Dolce Vita, I did not return to Italy for over thirty years, and although I have drive all over France and into Spain, I travelled by plane and coach. Leaving the car at home.

After this disaster I returned to the campsite having knocked out the major part of the windscreen so I could see, and promptly drove the vehicle into, what the following day was discovered to be a storm ditch. I awoke my companion, a fellow child care officer, and he was none too pleased by the situation. We saw a tent with a light on and found four strong English lads and together with the help of some wood we managed to get the car out of the ditch and back to the tent. The following day was to have been our only day sunbathing on a three week plus grand tour but had to be spent on cleaning out the car of windscreen and arranging a replacement via the Italian AA who amazingly located one at a village garage on our way across country to Rome the following morning. We had arrived at the beach in brilliant warm sunlight around 2 pm and after less than hour the sky had darkened and it rained cats and dogs, which always reminds of the Oh Brother where art thou, the Coen brother film where they depicted the saying. We made off to the cinema watch an Italian film in Italian where as a week later we were watching Von Ryan's Express in German and dubbed Italian at the Sorrento film festival in the company of two beautifully dressed and made up English roses we had first met in Rome when my companion mended the boot of their car at the campsite and over breakfast the following morning they had told us of the camp site in a orange grove overlooking Capri and agreed that we would meet up their while they did Rome and we met up two Wrens stationed at Malta who had hoped to meet one of their parents and who amazingly of amazements we had passed by going up the free back route to Mount Vesuvius in my small Mini estate as the they came down the same road in their Jaguar. Have you ever turned a car round and gone down a mountain side chasing a Jaguar in a Mini? We caught them up, reunited the girl with one her parents. I cannot remember which set of girls we were supposed to be going with to Capri but all of this is another story. One of the iconic scenes of La Dolce Vita is the helicopter flying the Holy statue above the city and a feature of Fellini is his fascination with the bizarre and with ladies of the night. In fact, though, as I walked from the campsite situated on one of the hills down into the city for a public Papal audience outside the Vatican and then on into St Peters where he said mass, while I clutched a picture and a cross I had hastily bought for him to bless as gifts for my birth and foster mothers, I had passed the said ladies already at work in the early morning sunshine. Such is Rome and its Dolce Vita.