Sunday, 3 April 2016

Sunday Summary | Retro like Babycham

Dear FOQ

This week, I have been mostly ...


OK, I say reading. 

I now have two half-hour slots of uninterrupted reading time to and from work -- but sometimes it's that much more gratifying just to stare out of the window, and spot sheep, lambs, rabbits and wildfowl in the fields. I did love the little sojourn over the river in my previous commute but my new commute does sorta trump even that.

The cuttings of the railway are sporadically flanked with trees and stray branches, so it's not always easy to capture a clear photo of what I see every day but here's a tiny video snippet to give you an idea (this time so you can actually see the video ... lalala ...):



After a minor hiccup/drama-llama moment on Monday night in which an update of Netflix rendered the Unblock service redundant (boo!), I survived a whole two nights night and a bit of no Grey's until I could bear it no longer and subscribed to the Unlocator proxy service, and (in)sanity was hitherto restored. Go me!

Not sure why I bothered though... Grey's is circling that drain with one near-dismembered toe already in the sewage outlet at the other end. Plane crash. Plane crash in the middle of the woods.

{Priorities, Yang.}

Maiming nearly all of the key characters.

It was so cliché and so appalling that even Bailey made a fleeting reference to Lost as if to suggest that originality already, well, had been. Lost, that is.

The only redeeming feature of the uber-crash was the demise of whiny anti-feminist-icon Lexie Grey ("sob sob, I can't operate as a medic/likeable human until I declare my pitiful love for Mark 'Slimeball' Sloan") and the long-drawn-out coma-not-coma-actually-yes-a-coma of Slimeball Sloan himself.


{Ha! No you're not! Too bad!}
Yang, of course, is back in her incredulous PTSD mode and back with Rhyming-slang-for-Hunt.

{Don't make me spell it out for ya.}

I'm not happy about that. Seriously.


{found on Pinterest, via Charlie}
That said, I do love the Deredith/Merek (the stalwart Meredith/Derek pairing), and the day Derek McDreamy bites the big one (and he will, thanks for the heads-up, Steph! ;-)) is the day I cut off these fictional folk for good.

... Jane the Virgin's supposed to be the next big thing in binge-watching, so I've been told.


I also watched Carol on DVD.

Bit of a punt seeing as I missed it at the cinema (although I did read the book on which it was based) and I rarely buy DVDs of films I haven't already seen and reckoned, but this one was worth it.

There were distinct departures from the book, some of which I think were a liberty such as, Therese was supposed to be a theatre set-builder, not a photographer, but I suppose the photography device was a little less obscure and easier to execute in terms of props and things ...

{See, when I cut my fringe too short I didn't look nearly
this hip. Curse you, Rooney Mara.}
Also, the non-starter relationship between Therese and her fiancé Richard, and her friend Dannie were never really explored fully so there was much less 'risk' involved on Therese's part in getting involved with Carol.

Still, it was all rather beautifully filmed, and I will have to resume my 'fight' with Evie for the Right to Be Cate Blanchett When I Grow Up.

*scours Netflix for The Aviator/Blue Jasmine*


... but in a good way at the V&A Museum of Childhood

wherein lay a wondrous, small-but-perfectly-formed exhibit on the Clangers (yay) and Bagpuss (again yay and I've almost forgotten that when I was a child Charlie Mouse getting stuck in the neck of the ship's bottle gave me the heebs):

Ma QB and I headed up to Lahndon Tahhhhn (for I can do that more readily now I don't have to work in the City of Selfish Mindlessness) and met friend Maggie at Liverpool Street, before taking a short walk to Spitalfields Market (via this statue, officially titled I Goat, by artist Kenny Hunter):

The market itself is now quite mainstream, and the music was pumping just a little bit too loudly for our delicate suburban sensibilities.

{Ma and Maggie, market-mooching, Oh and there's a van covered in grass. OK.}
All the same we sought out an early-lunch venue and happened upon Square Pie where we ordered macaroni cheese (Ma and I) and sat 'outside' to eat.

We then took a bus part of the way towards Cambridge Heath/Bethnal Green (alighting when it became evident that walking would be faster than waiting for the bus to trudge through the epic North London traffic), and arrived on the quirky graphic doorstep of the V&A MoC.

Cue quirky Instagram shot, a propos to very little, juxtaposing the glass ceiling of Liverpool Street Station with the brickwork of the museum:

The museum wasn't especially busy (but still busy enough) so we headed straight for the Clangers/Bagpuss exhibit -- Clangers, Bagpuss & Co -- and it was fabulous.

The MoC is geared towards children, so some of the exhibit captions are quite 'spelled out', but that's no bad thing when you have moderately limited time to read them.

There are models of quite a few of the stop-motion animated characters on show, from the original-design Clangers to the dolls and curiosities from Bagpuss, as well as the Pogles:

and moreover details on the creative processes of Peter Firmin and Oliver Postgate in the creation of Noggin the Nog and Ivor the Engine etc.

Ma QB and I were rather taken by this delightful, fond description of animator Oliver Postgate in a letter from one of his former employers at the BBC:

{"... this odd but valuable person."}
Aren't all the best creatives just a little bit odd, yet valuable?

The dress hanging up over Bagpuss' head is Emily's dress from the opening sequence:

{via the BBC}
Many of the models in Firmin and Postgate (aka Smallfilms)'s stop-motion series were created very simply with Meccano, wood, wool and wire -- if you look closely at the Iron Chicken in the original series of the Clangers, she is primarily a Meccano construct; the skeletons of the Clangers were also made of Meccano.

So now you know!

{The Clangers' original breastplate costumes
were based on Twiggy's 1960s fashions!}
{The froglets actually made me go 'eep'! They are my favourites.
After Tiny Clanger, of course.}

The Clangers, Bagpuss & Co exhibit is on at the V&A MoC until October, so plenty of time in which to go and stare in awe at these bastions of childhood.

Le sigh.

Strangely, nothing was said about Tottie: the Story of a Doll's House:

which was also a Smallfilms production but this may possibly have been because it originated from the Rumer Godden novel, rather than the imaginations of Smallfilms themselves.

After soaking in the delicious nostalgia of Smallfilms we then took in the equally delicious nostalgia of the rest of the museum, including the vast array of toy archives, costumes and, all the way upstairs, the doll's houses (oh man, I should have made a good segue there from the Tottie reference and I didn't. Lost opportunity).

There was also a 'not-really-for-children' exhibit on, on the very top floor, focusing on British child migrants from the 1800s to, alarmingly, as late as the 1970s: On Their Own runs until June and is worth taking in.


Yes, you read that right.


Look, see? Proof!

This here, my friends, is a lamb shank slow-cooked in leftover mulled wine (because leftover non-mulled wine is not a Thing at QB Heights, at least not for long), with rosemary, onion and a bit of stock thrown in for good measure.

I'm planning to steam some veg, mash up some sweet puhtatuh and serve the whole caboodle up with, er, more wine later tonight.

I'll let you know how it all turns out.

Hopefully not like this.

I've also been baking: more lemon drizzle loaf in honour of new workmate Becky's birthday but no photos exist of that so you'll just have to trust me that it happened.


Hot diggity dog, it was good.



Pinterest Pin of the Week

Sadly I've not had a lot of time to Pin anything personal this week but I think this ought to suffice for now, being on-topic an' all:

Weekly Web Finds

Side note: It helps if you can understand French and Swedish for one or two of these talking head clips ...

Well, I think that just about sums up the week's shenanigans.

Oh but as ever, big love to my Lovelies: Nats, Georgie, Charlie, Jos and Fernikins.

I'm off to, oh, probably just watch another episode (or four) of GA.

Just to get it over and done with, you understand.

qb xx

1 comment:

  1. Have been to the V&A Museum of Childhood years ago, it is a great place.What a fun weekend you have had!