All in all it didn’t feel like a vintage year at Eurovision, everyone seemed to be taking the contest a little too seriously and thus it missed some of the mad-cap antics that have been present over the last few years. Fledgling possibility of a chest infection reduced drink intake to a single beer, but for once the host and the voting made it all worthwhile.
Saturday we dragged ourselves along to The Victoria Hall to see The Spaghetti Western Orchestra (formerly known as The Ennio Morricone Experience – a better name as far as I’m concerned). Part comedy troupe / musicians, they play the music of Morricone whilst also indulging in the sort of sound effects that made the films great. If you ever want to know what it’s like to see a man play a packet of cornflakes then this is the evening for you.
Geek card on the table – I was never really that much of a fan of the original Tron. Sure, there’s a hell of a lot of innovation there but it’s never going to be mistaken for a masterpiece. Going into the sequel I had the same feeling – a massive jump in terms of technology but pretty much little else. My initial gut feeling was right.
The rules: Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen albums you’ve heard that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.
Welcome Gentle Reader to the post match analysis of the best night of TV each year in the UK. Eurovision 2010 wasn’t quite as good as 2009, but still was massive fun as per usual. Graham Norton is still finding his feet a little but shows overall promise and the key remains to not take it too seriously.
(Bit of a catch up from the last few weeks, sorry folks – been tres busy!).
Walking past the art gallery that overlooks the Princes Street gardens, a flyer is thrust into your hand.
Back from a few days up in Edinburgh in the company of Sj for the weekend in order to catch the start of the Fringe. Good weekend, apart from the sheer length of the journey there and back (the A702 just eats time over what should be a half-hour journey). Some good stuff seen, one spectacularly bad thing and a good weekend in all.
Parthenogenesis is the new(ish) opera by James MacMillan written in collaboration with Rowan Williams – yes, that Rowan Williams – which should give you an idea about everything you need know about it. Based upon a alleged case of in Hanover during the war, the opera explores the possibility of a less-than-immaculate conception where war is the catalyst for the pregnancy.
Busy weekend ahead of the June Madness, but well worth it despite feeling overrun today – although that could have a lot to do with dental work earlier today which has left me feeling as if I’ve been punched in the mouth.