The Church where I had 'a moment'.



This is the harbour at Gozo an island off Malta. The little church is on the skyline and just below it you can see a white shape that is the Madonna. The road winds round behind the church or you can climb up a path from the road. Se post below for more details.

A Pox on Updates

They always mean trouble for me so it has been doubly difficult to post the two awards which hopefully will be on the page when you read this.

My two friends Cloud Cutter

http://www.cloudcutter.blogspot.com/ and Naomi http://sitteninthehills64.blogspot.com/

have each given me an award and in return I have to write seven / ten things about myself so I hope they don’t mind sharing.

1 I have a substantial birth mark on my coccyx which few people have seen.

2 I lost half my left eyebrow when Marjorie Doran bashed me with a hockey stick. She cried more than I did

3 I’m an optimist but always try to be prepared for the worst and never take good fortune for granted.

4 I gained four and a half stone in my first pregnancy but lost it all whilst nursing the baby.

5 I passed my driving test first time after six lessons and no practice. Now I don’t like driving at all.

6 I couldn’t swim until I accidentally fell from a sailing dinghy in Greece. On surfacing I saw the dinghy 100 yards or so away – desperation made me swim.

7 In 1979 I left my marriage, home, business and friends to live with a man I hadn’t seen for thirty years. We’ve been married now for thirty one years.

8 I’ve always believed in a ‘Higher Being’ and some years ago in a tiny church in Gozo, Malta I literally ‘saw the light.’ The cleaners were about to close the church as they left for lunch but allowed me to enter. The only way I can describe it was that I was suffused with a warm golden glow which filled me with happiness. MTL could see something had happened and urged me to sit and stay for a while. I did sit momentarily but felt I couldn’t keep the cleaners waiting so we left. It wasn’t the beauty of the church – it was tiny and ridiculously over ornate. The experience consolidated my belief.

9 Years of rationing in WW2 made me addicted to all things sugary and my idea of bliss was a cream coloured crunchy meringue filled with clotted cream. When pregnant I was reunited with an old nursing colleague who remembering my addiction had a plateful which she expected me to eat. I hated to disappoint her and managed to stuff one of them down. Now I can take them or leave them.

10 In eleven days time DV I shall be 80.

Given to me by Naomi http://sitteninthehills64.blogspot.com/

After my last disastrous experience when I lost all my lovely awards these shall stay in my heart - not on my side bar.
Both Naomi and Cloud Cutter are on my side bar and well worth a visit if you haven't been there. Naomi is in the hills of Hollywood and CC in Mumbai India. Namaste!

http://sitteninthehills64.blogspot.com/

Given to me by Cloud Cutter http://cloudcutter.blogspot.com/

Let's Dance!

This was my party piece for years and I still know all the words. Altogether now...

Brian Cox

The first Hannibal Lecter

I watched Brian Cox – the actor - talking to Mark Lawson last night on BBC4 and Mark there’s nothing wrong with wearing glasses on TV but do clean them first. He asked Brian if he had been jealous to see Anthony Hopkins win all the kudos for his Lecter when Brian had created the part. The answer was negative; once when playing the lead in ‘The Borderers’ he had been sharing a dressing room with Michael Jambon, when some important visitors came round after the show and not seeing Brian behind the door one of the producers said he wanted Michael Jambon to play the lead in his production - which ‘pole-axed’ both actors . ‘When you have survived something like that and let it go,’ he said ‘you realise you have no jealousy about other actors.’

I didn’t know much about him but had watched him playing Michael Martin the Speaker in the House of Commons in the play ‘On Expenses’. They had much in common – both about the same age – he was born in1946 - both Scots and from Catholic working class families. He said he empathised with Martin who had a sweet, good nature but acted more like a Trade Unionist than a senior politician. Very different from the impression the press had given in my opinion. I couldn’t wait for him to be ousted from his post and regretted all the honours and financial rewards heaped on him.

He said one should be able to show the humanity of a character even when playing a paedophile which he had done in a film. However he didn’t agree with Dan Day Lewis’s idea of living the part and who famously saw his dead father as the ghost when playing Hamlet. He didn’t mean disrespect to Dan but that was ‘crap with a capital C’. What if you were playing a mass murderer? He agreed you could use your emotional memory in acting but mainly you should use your imagination and the art of pretending.

He had a sad childhood: his father died when Brian was aged 8 and he never got to say goodbye to him. That inspires him now to take care of himself so as not to let the same happen to his children. He had a bad time in the eighties playing Lear facing constant rejection on stage and rejection in real life and was driven one night to tell his understudy - ‘You do it!’ He was in therapy much of the eighties and at one stage realised for the first time how loved he was by his family. He has now gone back into cognitive therapy to heal wounds left by a broken marriage. He believes in love, honour and marriage and was depressed when he separated from his wife in the eighties. His mother had had electric shock treatment which caused her to lose her memory and behave in an eccentric manner - writing to the BBC telling them they should employ her son.

At the beginning of his career he was lucky in the people he met who gave him work and he related to Blanch Dubois who relied on ‘the kindness of strangers.’ At one time when struggling to bring up a young family they had 13 lodgers. His acting can be very intense and he was told:

’You find it very hard to be boring. And that is very tiring.’

A delightful part of the programme was when a you- tube video was shown of Brian instructing a toddler how to recite the famous speech from Hamlet. I was going to reproduce it here but it is too jumpy (Brian Cox with Leo.) Another amusing part was when he illustrated to Mark Lawson how he spoke originally – it would have taken Jimmy Bastard to translate.

He said his problems in the past stemmed from not loving what he did. He does now and he had excellent advice form the late Fulton Mackay:

‘Just be a good actor Brian’

He was looking forward to being directed by Ralph Fiennes and – hopefully - working with Vanessa. Redgrave that is he added.

In turn I empathised with him and wish him good health and success.