I absolutely love a travelogue in any shape or form.
A series of postcards are sent to Ellie’s flat destined, presumably, for the previous tenant, from a former suitor, apparently now in Greece. After a few months the postcards stop coming, but Ellie is hooked and on her way to Greece.
I enjoyed travelling around Greece with the writer of the postcards, listening to the Greek stories and narratives. The slow pace of life and the meditative tone was theraputic. I finished listening to this feeling revitalised and refreshed and with a burning desire to jump on the next plane to Athens and re-explore the Greece and Greek islands I first discovered inter-railing across Europe in the summer of ’83.
An island, a family and a secret. Set on an island off Poole in Dorset and close to Brownsea Island- recently visited on a road trip (and of course a ferry crossing) made this even more interesting. All a bit sinister- anyone of the islanders could have been guilty and I guess more than one are! Kept me guessing for a week!
Road trip with a couple of mismatched passengers: Max a ninety year old lady with Alzheimer’s and Alex, a young man battling severe depression. It was funny, a bit drawn out, but unexpectedly touching. I love a road trip, so was always going to like this!
It was OK. Predictable but quite sweet. Baker Liv goes to France to work in her aunts bakers while said aunt has an operation; and while she’s there she searches for the father of her child- a holiday romance from twenty years ago. Yes it was that exciting! It did give me a yearning to revisit the Cote d’Azur and had me looking into opening a bakery, or at the very least, a cake baking business.
Just finished watching the first two series of this and looking forward to the third series starting this Monday 10th August.
Button House is a crumbling English country mansion home to a gang of restless ghosts. Each ghost is from a different century and a product of their time, all squabbling with other for eternity over everyday trivial matters. In the meantime the young couple who have inherited this crumbling pile, struggle to turn the house into a moneymaking venture as well as a home.
Very modern English. Endearing, funny and well worth a watch.
I liked the idea of this book. Write a challenge in an exercise book then leave it for someone to pick up, rise to that challenge, write their own story and then leave it somewhere for the next person to discover, read and record. Thinking of a trip to Waterstones to buy a classy exercise book and set the ball rolling in Eastbourne. Interesting characters, especially the very flamboyant Julian and stereotypical Aussie surfer Riley, together with a fabulous Fulham Road setting. Felt a bit ‘chick- lit’- but sort of went a bit beyond that. This was a perfect Summer Read- I listened on audio- but reading and listening are the same thing. feel I should have given it four stars now!
This was a proper summer holiday beach read. Four college friends share a holiday in France with their families. Only it’s not the happy carefree reunion it promised to be. Secrets and tensions threaten the status quo. You think you have the plot all worked out, then every time you are side-lined. Uncomfortable and brilliant.
John Boyne reviewed Hendrik’s diary as ‘beyond comedy’- very true. This spot on portrayal of a care home and it’s residents is funny and sad, but pragmatic too, putting the issue of loss of independence into perspective. Stereotypical elderly folk, on a par with Catherine Tate’s ‘Nan’ and an authoritarian Care Home manager. Brilliant!
Blooming loved this. 1950’s Brighton- built on a reputation derived from Graham Greene’s Brighton Rock. It had me turning straight to the internet to see whether the last Brighton Laughing Policeman was really put to the flame on the instructions of a police inspector and whether phrenology is really a thing. Cosy crime and Englishness at it’s best with a whole cast of brilliant stereotypical characters.
The eighties was the aids hysteria decade- ‘dirty gays mentality’, born from past prejudices and ignorance.
It’s a sin deals with this and more. Heart warming and heart breaking. Young men dying supported by loving, devastated friends and families. Young men dying alone in hospital wards alone, shunned by all, or not wanting loved ones to know what they have- ashamed.
It’s a Sin, like John Boyne’s The Heart’s Invisible Furies, will never leave me. Incredibly moving, the cast did it proud.
‘Charming… Champions the power of literature’ Sunday Times. (The front cover review). And it does celebrate literature.
Guylain reads excerpts of pages of books that escape pulping at the factory where he works, which he reads aloud on the train on the morning commute and then leaves the pages tucked down his seat for whoever might want to read them.
I loved everything about this book: the imagery: ‘Resignedly, he quit the warmth of the train… Outside the rain was pelting down…’ p. 9.
The sub-plot of the work accident severed legs mashed up in a book run: ‘… this inconsequential book… made with this unique paper pulp… The old fellow had found his legs’ p.57.
The security guard who spoke in verse and the literate toilet attendant: ‘When you’re a public lavatory attendant… you’re not expected to… sit there tapping away on… your laptop… You’re only good for wiping from morning to evening…’ p.133.
I also loved the crazy Care Home book group and the moving love story.
A book hasn’t stayed with me for a while. This one will.
Sitting here tonight waiting for England to play in the 2020 Euros I revisited this post from the 2018 World Cup. ‘Come on England- another step closer to bringing it home’ ⚽️
As the 2018 World Cup draws to a close I wanted to add a thought on football anthems and their role in major football tournaments. There have been a fair few of these over the years, most immediately forgotten once the sporting moment has past. However two have stuck in the country’s hearts, one even more so as the 2018 World Cup has shown.
So, the first is the repetitive ‘Vindaloo’ by British band Fat Les, released as a single in 1998 and recorded for the 1998 FIFA World Cup. The majority of the song consists of the phrase “nah nah nah” and the word “vindaloo” repeated over and over occasionally interspersed with other lines such as “And we all like vindaloo” and “We’re England; we’re gonna score one more than you”.
The other is “Three Lions” a song released in 1996 as a single by English band The Lightning Seeds to mark the England football team’s hosting of that year’s European Championships…written by the Lightning Seeds’ Ian Broudie, with comedians David Baddiel and Frank Skinner…providing the lyrics.
This is another song with simple and very repetitive lyrics and this seems to be one of the secrets of the staying power of a football anthem. Three Lions contributed to the nations feel- good feeling as hope slowly started to build that we might actually get somewhere this World Cup and we very nearly did! This song, more so than Vindaloo, which is catchy in its own right, sums up nationalism- ‘its coming home’ and although it didn’t this time, hope slowly started to rise that it might.
Ultimately that was what this world cup was all about for us British people- national identity, national pride and national cohesion.