Saturday, 16 July 2011

Grand Opening of "An Actor's Art" - Rebecca Grant's art exhibiton

Robert Powell

I took this photo of Hugh Quarshie, Robert Powell and Hari Dhillon (who play Holby City characters Ric Griffin, Mark Williams and Mr Michael Spence respectively) and was just about to tweet it when they told me what wording to tweet with it. Namely, "At Rebecca Grant's art exhib opening at Philippine Embassy with all the important cast members of Holby City! http://ow.ly/i/dSMh"

Ambassador Reynaldo Catapang and his wife

Phoebe Thomas who plays Maria Kendall in Holby City

Phoebe Thomas and Rebecca Grant

Phoebe Thomas, Rebecca Grant and Heloise Agelou

Rebecca Grant about to perform with the Jive Aces

Rebecca Grant accompanying the Jive Aces

Rebecca Grant with the Jive Aces

Actor Hugh Quarshie with my dear friend, Gaby Gadiot

4 July 2011: Rebecca Grant, perhaps best known for playing Daisha Anderson in Holby City, looked stunning as always. She not only hosted the Private View of her art exhibition (which ran from 5-15 July), but she also performed several numbers with the wonderful foot-tapping Jive Aces, with whom she regularly performs. I had a centre-stage view - such fun! I was smiling from ear to ear throughout the whole performance!

The invited crowd was awash with VIPs and celebs including many cast members of Holby City (including Paul Bradley but I never got a photo of him) as well as the Ambassador of the Philippines, Reynaldo Catapang and his wife, so the whole event had such a buzz! .

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Sunday, 19 June 2011

I went to see John Cleese in Oxford on his Alimony Tour


There's nothing wrong with JC's punctuality. The show started at 7.30pm on the dot!

The gibes at his ex-wife, Alyce Faye Eichelberger, to whom a judge has ordered him to pay $15m+, were funny and it was great to hear, first hand, how his career in television began (all thanks to David Frost!). Other highlights: tales of his phobia-ridden mother whom he thought looked a bit like Marty Feldman in her later years; jokes and even a very short poem he wrote at the expense of his hometown, Weston Super Mare, "whose inhabitants' sole ambition seems to be to get into their coffins without ever being embarrassed - they'd have a lot more fun if they stopped worrying about it so much" (I'm paraphrasing); the crazy antics of Dr Graham Chapman including JC's speech at Graham's memorial service; the story behind Fawlty Towers and a few possible reasons why it was such a success; an analysis of black humour and why it works; how A Fish Called Wanda got off the ground and the extensive audience surveys that were done before its release. Then the show seemed to end abruptly... but I did like the little curtsy he did during his curtain call, pulling his jeans outwards, as if they were a skirt.

The poster display outside the theatre

Despite being a lifelong fan of John Cleese, the compliments have to end here I'm afraid.

I was expecting a few more laughs to be honest - a bit more of 'a show'; not a single Python clip was played, although he did talk about Python quite a bit and explained (and misquoted - he never mentioned the brocoli!) rather than played the clip of, the Undertakers Sketch!; Life of Brian - not a mention; Meaning of Life - not a mention!; and then the show ended and my friends and I were saying to each other that the show seemed to have ended a bit early... "Is that it?"

John Cleese merchandising - Rebecca bought me a Silly Walks mug and the show programme

Then, to make matters worse, the approx 30-strong crowd waiting patiently to meet JC at the stage door after the show were told that Mr Cleese will not be meeting fans and signing autographs. It was quite a slap in the face and I was quite put out by this, as were the other 29 people who had been waiting.

I met John Cleese once before at the Secret Policeman's Biggest Ball when I asked him the meaning the Gavin Millarrrrrrr sketch ("People like me who talk loudly in restaurants...") but I didn't get a photo with him at that time, so I was really looking forward to putting that right, this time.

I know we only bought a ticket to see the show and that didn't give us the right to meet him as well, but it would only have taken a few minutes of his time, and surely it can only generate goodwill that might help contribute to selling a few more tickets of future shows? Word of mouth, bloggers, Twitter users etc. Tom Cruise allows 2 hours for the thousands waiting for him at premieres, to sign autographs, pose for photos and even talk to the mums of his fans on their mobile phones. There was only 30 of us and we just wanted to say hello...

I decided to make further enquiries by asking the stage door security if what we had been told was true. They said, "He's not coming out." Ironically, that reminded me of the Mattress sketch where Graham Chapman puts a paper bag over his head every time anyone utters the word "mattress" and then says "I'm not coming out!" So I replied, "Does he live here, or what?" I was told that he 'had guests' and won't be leaving for a long time. That didn't ring true to me - why would they hang around in the changing room of a theatre for hours rather than, say, go out to a restaurant? Then I was also told that he sometimes makes a clandestine getaway...

Very disappointed and with unused camera in hand, I decided to drop it and just go home. At that moment, a nice looking car left the theatre's private car park and started to drive towards the main entrance. Some fans guessed that the car was going to pick JC up round the front and they ran off in the hope of meeting him on his way into the car (in disguise, no doubt). I decided I'd leave them to it and just went home.

Monday, 23 May 2011

Drug-crazed Europe targets natural healers

Imminnent European law is another blatant sop to a monopoly already out of control, argues Dave Randle.

Imagine if Europe proposed a law that all small greengrocers, butchers, bakers and farm shops had to take all their produce around to Tesco’s or Sainsbury’s for testing before they were allowed to sell it.

Too idiotic, you say, yet this is exactly what is being allowed to happen to the small, honest competitors of another commercial juggernaut – the pharmaceutical industry.

In fact, it’s far more ridiculous. There’s a slight chance that the supermarkets would be ethical in their testing. No such likelihood appends to the medico-pharmaceutical monopoly, which has worked tirelessly for a generation, with the unquestioning support of governments and tame media to ensure it remains just that.

It is not interested in healthy competition – indeed, it is not interested in healthy anything. It has the monopoly on sickness and has no particular desire to see its consumers either going elsewhere or getting well. Under its aegis, serious disease has increased many fold and its psychiatric fraudsters invent new ‘disorders’ weekly to aid the seemingly unstoppable market growth of their mostly-ineffective, largely detrimental pills and potions.

Any basis in practical application such products do have results from patenting pre-existing herbal and natural remedies after centuries in the public domain. By thinking up a scientific sounding trade name and using propaganda outlets to discredit the original source, another cash cow is born – especially in the UK where the government pays them direct for any old rubbish – often without even haggling over the price. Add in repeat prescriptions and a licence to print money wouldn’t come close.

If the supermarkets have made every use of their buying power and influence, they wouldn’t even think of asking government to make it illegal for anyone else to do what they do.

Yet this has been allowed in this country for years in the business of making people well. Only the snake-oil salesmen from the medical monopoly are allowed to claim to cure anything. The fact that they rarely do, and mainly don’t set out to, is apparently neither here nor there.

Herbal and natural remedies have been curing people all over the world from early man until the twentieth century. They have continued to do so for millions let down by, or not taken in by industrialised pharmaceutical medicine.

But now, shamefully ignored by our claimed guardians, a blatant, fraudulent and criminal act has been slid past the ignoramuses and paid for stooges of the European parliament that will effectively put the real healers out of business to further propitiate these legalised parasites.

If we swallow this law whole – and it is due to take effect almost immediately, with no consultation and no opportunity for debate – then we are not a democracy, we are not a free country, and we need wonder no more whose interests our ministers are protecting.

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Terry Gilliam's 'Damnation of Faust' at the ENO: a review

Being the biggest 'Brazil' fan in the world (does anyone challenge that?), I had to be at the opening night of Terry Gilliam's 'Damnation of Faust' at the ENO (the London Coliseum).

On the way to my seat, I bumped into Elton John's percussionist, Ray Cooper, who has appeared in several of Terry's films, including 'Brazil'. He squashes the beetle at the beginning of the movie which sets up the whole Tuttle/Buttle thing. The last time I saw him, it was 20 years ago when he joined Terry and myself for lunch at the Italian Graffiti Restaurant in Wardour street and it was he who took the photo of Terry and me (one of the photos in my Monty Python album on Facebook). Despite all the years that have passed since then, he remembered me instantly! Neither of us could quite believe it had actually been 20 years!

I also bumped into the actor Terence Bayler who delivers the classic "Blessed are the cheesemakers" line in 'Life of Brian', as Gregory: "Well, obviously it's not meant to be taken literally. It refers to any manufacturers of dairy products." I happen to have a photo of him and I in the same Facebook album, taken at the world premiere of Julian Doyle's 'Chemical Wedding'. It was great to see him again.

I was hoping that some of the other Pythons and colleagues would have been there on Terry's night of glory; maybe they are going to see it on another night. There are not many performances to choose from however - there will only be 10 in total.

What did I think of Gilliam's (Berlioz's) 'Damnation of Faust'? Well it was the first opera I had ever been to, so I'm not really qualified to pass judgement. "I don't know much about art but I know what I like." It would be fair to say that I'm more of a Spamalot kind of a guy (it has more laughs per minute than this production!) and that I've now kind of decided that opera isn't really my thing. But that doesn't mean to say that I didn't appreciate I was witnessing another Gilliam masterpiece happening before me. Everything about the performance was polished, professional, precise, moving and reeked class.

Judging from the raptuous applause that the audience gave the cast, especially when Terry graced the stage - I certainly wasn't the only one to think so. The opera singer Daniela Bechly, widow of Steven Pimlott, (the internationally acclaimed theatre and opera director), happened to be sitting a few seats away from me. She told me that what she just experienced was out of this world. She was quite overcome with the magnificance of it all. She was utterly amazed at the way Terry had interpreted the piece and the way he subtly and cleverly drew upon many different artists and influences to create an outstanding and wonderful whole. It seemed to me that she was knocked for six by it and would be talking about it and enthusing about it for a long time to come. A similar reaction that I experienced when I first saw 'Brazil' - a life-changing moment for me.

She also told me she knows nothing about Monty Python or about any of Terry's earlier works. I've got an idea that, now, she might decide to check out some of the original Flying Circus episodes and watch some of his movies. I guess many people still think that Python is just a load of craziness and men dressed as ladies speaking in screeching voices. True, there was a lot of that! At one point in this production, Mephistopheles even appears in a dress! But when they get an insight into what's really going on in the heads of the Pythons - their abilities, their intellect, their creativity - such as after a performance of Gilliam's 'Damnation of Faust', they may suddenly see that "crazy British comedy troup" in a whole new light.

Backstage entrance, just before curtain up

Front of house, just before curtain up

Magnificent stage

The orchestra pit

Stage right

Stage left

With Ray Cooper after the show
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Saturday, 7 May 2011

East Grinstead Price Check - photocopier paper

Looking for the cheapest photocopier paper in East Grinstead? To save you the trouble of ringing round, here are today's prices for 1 ream of the cheapest photocopier paper from the following East Grinstead-based shops: