Cold London Blues with me (and my other books) here in Poland.
Ronnie Burke in the Boro.
Jeff Munday in London.
Micheal Haskins in Florida.
Peter Ord in Hartlepool.
Marky Hewitt in Hartlepool.
Denise Sparowhawk in Hartlepool.
K A Laity in Dundee.
Mark Hammonds in the Boro.
Vic Godard in Surrey.
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First taste is of the instant gratification of junk food but the later lingering after taste is of a very fine wine.
Paul’s books don’t have the life of them polished away like so many, they have a raw edge that allows you to connect and be absorbed into the story.’
I first met John when I was a teenager, in the mid ’70s. I met him via my older brother Eric, who was a musician.
John knew pretty much every musician in the area because – as well as records- his shop sold guitar strings and the like and he organised trips to gigs for years.
‘Colin Henry Wilson (26 June 1931 – 5 December 2013) was an English writer, philosopher and novelist. He also wrote widely ontrue crime, mysticism and the paranormal. Wilson called his philosophy “new existentialism” or “phenomenological existentialism”, and maintained his life work was “that of a philosopher, and (his) purpose to create a new and optimistic existentialism”.‘
And back in the ’80s and ’90s, I read a lot of Colin Wilson‘s books, mostly his novels and mostly via Hartlepool Public Library. He even wrote a crime book- The Killer- that was partly set in Hartlepool. There was a lot that I liked about him and his books.
Along the way, I discovered he’d written a book called The Book Of Booze. And for some reason, I wrote to him about it. And for some reason, he replied.
I didn’t have the letter for years and thought I’d lost it on my travels but it recently turned up in a pile of old photos.
From 1978, here’s Hartlepool’s finest power pop/ new wave band, Disguise, with Hey Baby.
Riviera is another great instrumental from PETER ORD which would be perfect as the theme to a spy film or television series. Great clips in the video, too, of classic TV shows such as The Champions and Department S.
I take a quick gander at a few Brit Grit films that I’ve seen of late. Wild Bill Former tough guy Bill returns home to his dreary flat in a London tower block, after 11 years in the nick, only to find out that his wife has done a runner to Spain, leaving their two young sons to fend for themselves. Writer Danny King, director Dexter Fletcher and a collection of great performances turn what could have been merely grim social realism into a splendid, funny and moving film. Highly recommended.
Sightseers. Painfully dreary Chris and Tina head off on a caravanning trip around the UK. Things quickly turn gruesome, however. Ben Wheatley’s Sightseers is a particularly nasty black comedy that comes across like Mike Leigh mixed with Eli Roth. I loved it.
The Angels’ Share. Ken Loach’s film career peaked with Kes and he hasn’t come anywhere near it since then, a lot of his films being about as cinematic as a Health and Safety film. Still, when he tells a decent yarn his films can be involving. The Angels’ Share is the story a group of dispossessed youths who find inspiration after a trip to a whisky distillery… This is a funny and touching film that is reminiscent of a children’s fable.
Harrigan Set in the early ‘70s, during the miners’ strikes and power cuts, Harrigan is a kind of urban western. It’s the story of a tough cop, close to retirement, who returns to the north east of England to clean up a crime riddled estate. Uneven and at times OTT, Harrigan is enjoyable enough, with some fine performances and a strong atmosphere. Ultimately, it tries too hard and would probably have been better served as a TV series. Some of it was filmed in my home town of Hartlepool.
Redemption. Redemption AKA Hummingbird is an ill-fitting mish-mash of social drama and action movie with a chilly performance from Agata Buzek as a nun that helps out a homeless man who is in fact ex- special forces on the run from a court martial. Jason Statham is great, of course, but like in the TV series Kung Fu you’re just waiting for the philosophical cobblers to end and for him to kick some botty. Which he does with great aplomb! Tasty cinematography from Chris Menges add to making Redemption an enjoyable if gauche film.