The Hamlet Twins

Being a huge fan of the Shakespearean play 'Hamlet' I thought I had to mention my thoughts on a recent sitting of this production in the company of a certain David "Dr Who" Tennant. I've seen this play performed by other thespians apart from and most regrettably by Samuel West who managed to do a whole year of strutting his Hamlet stuff without me even knowing. Bad Bad me.

I've been to see Mark Rylance do this role at the Globe theatre as a birthday treat a few years ago, I thoroughly enjoyed Mel Gibson's film adaption of the great Dane, and have seen the Factory's version too which was brilliant. I used to have a cat named 'Ophelia' and my new one has the middle name Hamlet which he's not too impressed with so I've had to call him Sam instead. I've even found time to visit Hamlet's Castle also named Kronburg in Helsingør Denmark on my birthday during a visit to the country in 2003 which was excellent apart from the bit when I hit my head on the dungeon ceiling and almost knocked myself out while on a tour. It bloody hurt too. *Ouch*

Anyway I went to see this David Tennant version of Hamlet at the Norvello Theatre in London. First of all I thought David although favourable to the eyes talked so damn fast. I never remember Hamlet being done like that? David also tried to encourage the audience to laugh at parts of the play that I thought weren't necessarily funny in my opinion. Mainly the scenes in which Hamlet appears to be in distress. I know that some of the madness was comedic, but there were other moments of genuine grief also and this shouldn't be laughed at. But maybe I'm wrong? I don't know. I'm sure Sam was a lot better. Mark was outstanding in this role and I would like to think Sam can be added to this category. David in my opinion was more interested in trying to entertain his many fans. Most of the audience came alive when he entered the stage. Those other unfortunate characters including the poor Ophelia were ignored when trying to get a reaction in the same way. Another observation that I need to mention was the way that David was dressed quite similar to Sam in one scene. (see above image) They could be twins! I don't understand why this director had to copy Steve Pimlott with the costumes? I wasn't impressed. Overall I did enjoy this production but only because I like Hamlet. I just hope that maybe with David playing this role it will encourage a younger generation to explore Shakespeare's work...which isn't a bad outcome I guess.

*updated to say sorry to hear that poor David did his back in. Maybe he shouldn't of overplayed the character by throwing himself all over the stage? Anyway I hope he recovers soon. Not a nice injury to have. Damn*

My favourite Claude Monet paintings

Such a beautiful garden...it makes me wish that I was there... *sigh*


Garden Path, Giverny by Claude Monet




The Artist's Garden at Giverny - Claude Monet (1900)

Artists Bio...
Claude Monet

Troilus and Crisyde

by Geoffrey Chaucer

`If no love is, O god, what fele I so?
And if love is, what thing and whiche is he!
If love be good, from whennes comth my wo?
If it be wikke, a wonder thinketh me,
Whenne every torment and adversitee
That cometh of him, may to me savory thinke;
For ay thurst I, the more that I it drinke.

The full version...
Troilus and Crisyde

Poet info...
Geoffrey Chaucer Bio

In Three Days

by Robert Browning

So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine---
Only a touch and we combine!

Too long, this time of year, the days!
But nights, at least the nights are short.
As night shows where ger one moon is,
A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss,
So life's night gives my lady birth
And my eyes hold her! What is worth
The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?

O loaded curls, release your store
Of warmth and scent, as once before
The tingling hair did, lights and darks
Outbreaking into fairy sparks,
When under curl and curl I pried
After the warmth and scent inside,
Thro' lights and darks how manifold---
The dark inspired, the light controlled
As early Art embrowns the gold.

What great fear, should one say, "Three days
"That change the world might change as well
"Your fortune; and if joy delays,
"Be happy that no worse befell!
''What small fear, if another says,
"Three days and one short night beside
"May throw no shadow on your ways;
"But years must teem with change untried,
"With chance not easily defied,
"With an end somewhere undescried.
''No fear!---or if a fear be born
This minute, it dies out in scorn.
Fear? I shall see her in three days
And one night, now the nights are short,
Then just two hours, and that is morn.

poet info...
Robert Browning Bio

Lucy Gray [or Solitude] by William Wordsworth

In memory of my maternal grandmother
(this was one of her favourite poems)

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray,
And when I cross'd the Wild,
I chanc'd to see at break of day
The solitary Child.

No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
She dwelt on a wild Moor,
The sweetest Thing that ever grew
Beside a human door!

You yet may spy the Fawn at play,
The Hare upon the Green;
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen.

"To-night will be a stormy night,
You to the Town must go,
And take a lantern, Child, to light
Your Mother thro' the snow."

"That, Father! will I gladly do;
'Tis scarcely afternoon—
The Minster-clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the Moon."

At this the Father rais'd his hook
And snapp'd a faggot-band;
He plied his work, and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.

Not blither is the mountain roe,
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse, the powd'ry snow
That rises up like smoke.

The storm came on before its time,
She wander'd up and down,
And many a hill did Lucy climb
But never reach'd the Town.

The wretched Parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide;
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide.

At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlook'd the Moor;
And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood
A furlong from their door.

And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd
"In Heaven we all shall meet!"
When in the snow the Mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet.

Then downward from the steep hill's edge
They track'd the footmarks small;
And through the broken hawthorn-hedge,
And by the long stone-wall;

And then an open field they cross'd,
The marks were still the same;
They track'd them on, nor ever lost,
And to the Bridge they came.

They follow'd from the snowy bank
The footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank,
And further there were none.

Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living Child,
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome Wild.

O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.

Some Sam West Videos

Here are two videos I have on my youtube page...

One of my favourite scenes in Howard's End...
Leonard Bast reciting poetry

My edited version of Sam's brief role in Van Helsing...
Victor Frankenstein

Bush Visit Descends into Violence

I was at this demonstration and I witnessed the Police brutality first hand and have pictures and video to prove it. Thankfully I wasn't attacked, but I didn't feel safe. I saw people get jumped upon and rugby tackled and flipped up into the air with the force of impact by riot police who used photograph identification to pick out those who screamed and shouted their frustration when being hit by metal batons near the front of the barriers. Where I was standing with some journalists a line of riot police stood on the other side of the barrier and raised their batons ready for the order to attack us. It was very frightening indeed.

Here's a link to a conference about that event by Stop The War Coalition...

Press conference: demonstrators at Bush visit speak of violence and arrests

I just can't believe how bad this government has got. I remember the days when protesters were allowed to voice their grievances. I used to go on demos with my Mum and sisters as kids. We would travel the country to attend marches and by night we would be allowed to sleep on bare floors inside various buildings in our sleeping bags by the owners. It was an adventure. I remember once when a huge group of feminists including my Mum and us had a clash with police outside Margaret Thatcher's London residence. The tv cameras were there, and we had our pictures taken with banners hung around our necks. The police in those days allowed us to do that peacefully. My Mum was also friends of Celia Stubbs who was the girlfriend of Blair Peach. And she also took part in several tv documentaries about Womens rights too. A pity things have changed since then with the government. And to think I helped by voting them into office. Well never again! Typical that not much of this Bush demo was televised at the time which can only mean one thing. Dictatoral censorship. They are no better than the terrorists they point their fingers at. Far more dangerous than just hypocrites. God forbid we ever get on their wrong side again!

And in the famous words of William Wallace...

"There's a difference between us. You
think the people of this country exist to
provide you with position. I think your
position exists to provide those people
with freedom. And I go to make sure that
they have it."