On an international residential senior management course, while dining at the top table on the last evening of the four week experience, a participant, said sufficiently loudly for all the table to hear, including the college principal, his wife, Colin I cannot work out if you are of the extreme right or the extreme left. It was not intended as a friendly or humorous statement. For some reason which I only worked out later, I had got under his skin, I threatened his self perception and security of being, and he strongly resented this and wished me harm. Fortunately because of events earlier in the day which had led to a moment of rare triumph, I was unusually quick witted and immediately commented, "That just shows what a good course this has been."
This has been a day of extremes. Technically yesterday because although I commenced to write in good time to finish before midnight it is already a new day. Without pre planning and intending to what Big Brother House I discovered a French film of rare quality, significantly mistitled, holding my undivided attention for one hour twenty one minutes and 51 seconds, according the British Film Institute background notes.
One kind of extreme experienced yesterday was the weather not directly, although there was warn blue sky for a few moments when I was in out the morning and cold and unpleasant wet the next, it was the effects of extreme weather which dominated, as after torrential rain yesterday, more than for a whole month and breaking all precipitation records for June in the UK, there was flashing flooding which did not go away, a dam threatening to break its walls and flood the valley of three villages and a power plant which could blackout out a city, and as it was 100000 customers in Yorkshire had been without power and some 24 hours later only about half had been reconnection, People were being forced to leave in their homes in thousands, but mercifully there have been only four directly related deaths. I became aware because I woke early switched the e mail on and there was one, unexpected explaining that the writer had had to make a short journey during the rain storm and had been cause in a flash floor with the water rising to the bonnet. I switched on the national news on the TV which concentrated on South Yorkshire, and then to the Local BBC news in the internet for the area concerned, delaying a shop for several hours as a consequence.
The shop was to Sunderland and store patronised over 30 years for quality mountaineering, camping, walking gear, I purchases a new rucksack, multi pocketed and compartmentalised, but of moderate size, a rain proof pac set of jacket and trousers and a great brimmed hat warm and wet proof with draw string against wind. Over twice the cost of what could have been bought in a nearby major specialist sports goods stores, but of superior designed and functional quality meriting the expense. I celebrated the purchase with a cheese roll with onion and tea. Just as well as I did because on the return journey I decided to walk along a street in an area previously known but not visited for a couple of years and discovered that because of its proximity to the mushrooming university, there had been growth in music bars and restaurants house including an amazing East eating house offering a midday buffet from noon until 5pm, you have to leave by 5,30 because happy hour and then the evening pricing offering for 5.50, 4.50 if a pensioner, a choice of some 80 dishes, including some soup with prawn crackers, and some fruit to finish if you did had not gorged yourself on the delicious looking main courses which I could see through the window. I will go on Thursday, and I will go often, especially for happy hour on evening match nights.
It has also been an effective work day with some thirty new completed sets registered and with the consequence that I am 12 short of the monthly target of 100 and with two days to go before the weekend away.
And now the La Passion Fantastique. The film is called Une Liason Pornographique. A woman said to be in her early forties, I thought she was in her early thirties, Natathlie Baye, living on her own, sexually and relationships experienced, places an advertisement in a magazine, although she says the internet, for someone to act out a fantasy. They must not disclose names, addresses, phones, their everyday lives. The younger man, Sergi Lopez replies, an occasional reader of the magazine, is attracted to the advert and on impulse applies; they meet in a café bar and go to the hotel she has booked under the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. Earlier in the evening I had watched a young Frenchwoman take us on a tour of Paris, talking to her countrymen and women, including to the top of the Tower, and to various other places I have visited, the cemeteries and the tomb of Delacroix whose work I had studied as part of an Open University Degree Foundation Course.
She books the hotel with suitably red corridors but this not sexually voyeurism more about penetration of the reality of relationships. The film uses his ticket of an interviewer separately getting the couple to explain how they met, and how their physical and emotional relationship changed. The two try to keep their relationship sexual, suggesting they break it off when feelings develop, and then when she admits she is in love with him, and he only subsequently admits to himself that he is with her, they separate, and look back with great affection but also the understanding that had they progressed what had been exciting love making would have deteriorated into marital duty, disharmony, infidelity and a painful break-up where only the negatives are remembered.
Earlier I completed uploading 101 photographs of Gibraltar. I will decide next which subject to also upload to 101, me, my mother, the development of my work, photographs of places and experiences, and of other ideas under development.
This has been a day of extremes. Technically yesterday because although I commenced to write in good time to finish before midnight it is already a new day. Without pre planning and intending to what Big Brother House I discovered a French film of rare quality, significantly mistitled, holding my undivided attention for one hour twenty one minutes and 51 seconds, according the British Film Institute background notes.
One kind of extreme experienced yesterday was the weather not directly, although there was warn blue sky for a few moments when I was in out the morning and cold and unpleasant wet the next, it was the effects of extreme weather which dominated, as after torrential rain yesterday, more than for a whole month and breaking all precipitation records for June in the UK, there was flashing flooding which did not go away, a dam threatening to break its walls and flood the valley of three villages and a power plant which could blackout out a city, and as it was 100000 customers in Yorkshire had been without power and some 24 hours later only about half had been reconnection, People were being forced to leave in their homes in thousands, but mercifully there have been only four directly related deaths. I became aware because I woke early switched the e mail on and there was one, unexpected explaining that the writer had had to make a short journey during the rain storm and had been cause in a flash floor with the water rising to the bonnet. I switched on the national news on the TV which concentrated on South Yorkshire, and then to the Local BBC news in the internet for the area concerned, delaying a shop for several hours as a consequence.
The shop was to Sunderland and store patronised over 30 years for quality mountaineering, camping, walking gear, I purchases a new rucksack, multi pocketed and compartmentalised, but of moderate size, a rain proof pac set of jacket and trousers and a great brimmed hat warm and wet proof with draw string against wind. Over twice the cost of what could have been bought in a nearby major specialist sports goods stores, but of superior designed and functional quality meriting the expense. I celebrated the purchase with a cheese roll with onion and tea. Just as well as I did because on the return journey I decided to walk along a street in an area previously known but not visited for a couple of years and discovered that because of its proximity to the mushrooming university, there had been growth in music bars and restaurants house including an amazing East eating house offering a midday buffet from noon until 5pm, you have to leave by 5,30 because happy hour and then the evening pricing offering for 5.50, 4.50 if a pensioner, a choice of some 80 dishes, including some soup with prawn crackers, and some fruit to finish if you did had not gorged yourself on the delicious looking main courses which I could see through the window. I will go on Thursday, and I will go often, especially for happy hour on evening match nights.
It has also been an effective work day with some thirty new completed sets registered and with the consequence that I am 12 short of the monthly target of 100 and with two days to go before the weekend away.
And now the La Passion Fantastique. The film is called Une Liason Pornographique. A woman said to be in her early forties, I thought she was in her early thirties, Natathlie Baye, living on her own, sexually and relationships experienced, places an advertisement in a magazine, although she says the internet, for someone to act out a fantasy. They must not disclose names, addresses, phones, their everyday lives. The younger man, Sergi Lopez replies, an occasional reader of the magazine, is attracted to the advert and on impulse applies; they meet in a café bar and go to the hotel she has booked under the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. Earlier in the evening I had watched a young Frenchwoman take us on a tour of Paris, talking to her countrymen and women, including to the top of the Tower, and to various other places I have visited, the cemeteries and the tomb of Delacroix whose work I had studied as part of an Open University Degree Foundation Course.
She books the hotel with suitably red corridors but this not sexually voyeurism more about penetration of the reality of relationships. The film uses his ticket of an interviewer separately getting the couple to explain how they met, and how their physical and emotional relationship changed. The two try to keep their relationship sexual, suggesting they break it off when feelings develop, and then when she admits she is in love with him, and he only subsequently admits to himself that he is with her, they separate, and look back with great affection but also the understanding that had they progressed what had been exciting love making would have deteriorated into marital duty, disharmony, infidelity and a painful break-up where only the negatives are remembered.
Earlier I completed uploading 101 photographs of Gibraltar. I will decide next which subject to also upload to 101, me, my mother, the development of my work, photographs of places and experiences, and of other ideas under development.
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