-Friday night-
I've been flat-out at work since I got back from my holiday almost a month ago. I think it'll take me another week or so to get back up to speed.
I've been flat-out at work since I got back from my holiday almost a month ago. I think it'll take me another week or so to get back up to speed.
Been slowly working through a post about the first leg of the trip, and sorting through the photos is a bigger job than I thought it would be.
So many photos to choose from. Here's a sample;
Hopefully, this post will be done in a week or two.
Preparing to thin out some of the stuff I've accumulated over the years. eBay, here I come.
I currently have a Tower Chieftain II being repaired by Tom The Legend. He called me on Wednesday to say it was ready for collection. Once I get it home, I'll put it through its paces and if I'm happy with it, I will get rid of my Smith-Corona Skyriter. Time to get the typewriter collection down to a manageable amount.
Same with the wristwatches. I have a few that rarely get worn, and I have my eye on another one, so it's time to move some along. My Tissot Visodate was on the chopping block for a while, but lucky for it, I can't find its box. Besides, this watch is a bit of a sentimental favourite because of the ridiculous page-view count of the review that I wrote six years ago.
So, I think I'll put it aside to give to my son when he turns eighteen in a (wow!) couple of years. He's currently wearing one of my Seiko dive watches. I will get him his own Seiko for Christmas (his birthday!).
He started shaving recently. I showed him the ropes and I think I might supervise him a few more times until he gets the hang of it. He's using a cheap razor that I got for him off the 'bay. Reason being that I still have about 140 Schick Super II blades that my Dad purchased back in the early '80s before he switched over to a Phillishave electric. One hundred and forty razor blades should last my son until he's thirty. Well, not quite, but it is a tonne of blades.
Wristwatch-wise, I began the week with the Omega Seamaster Chronometer from 1969, seen here with the last Lucky Strike from that pack.
Cigarettes are too damn cheap in France. Don't go there if you're trying to quit.
Now there's a travel tip you won't find in a Lonely Planet Guide.
Unless it's written by Mickey Rourke.
Cigarettes are too damn cheap in France. Don't go there if you're trying to quit.
Now there's a travel tip you won't find in a Lonely Planet Guide.
Unless it's written by Mickey Rourke.
Started watching the brilliant six-part mini-series The Night Manager,
which is based on a John Le Carre novel. It concerns an ex-military man,
played by Tom Hiddleston who offers himself as a recruit to a small
branch of British Intelligence to infiltrate the inner sanctum of a
billionaire industrialist, beautifully played by Hugh Laurie, whom they
suspect of supplying arms to Middle Eastern terror networks.
This series is impressive, to say the least. Director Susan Bier honours Le Carre's world of shady dealings, duplicitous intelligence chiefs, and multi-layered storylines as we watch Jonathan Pine (Hiddleston) go from hotel manager to man of vengeance as he plays a long game to try and bring Richard Roper (Laurie) and his empire down.
After the first episode, I thought to myself; There's the next Bond film director. In a perfect world, that is. I would love to see a OO7 adventure given a woman's touch. And speaking of OO7, Hiddleston has made no secret of the fact that he'd love to play Bond. When I first heard this a few months ago, I thought that he'd make a pretty good Bond, despite some fans that I know saying otherwise. By the end of the second episode, I wasn't so sure he'd be right for the role. I changed my mind slightly by the time I'd gotten through episode four. Sure, he lacks Daniel Craig's brutish menace, but he appears to be the right fit for a Bond at this point in time. He is the Bond for the Millennials, the hipster crowd, the iGeneration. The Bond films, if nothing else, have always reflected the zeitgeist. The campy 1970s gave us Roger Moore's Carry-On Bond, the '90s delivered Pierce Brosnan's supermodel glamour-boy OO7, and the serious, post 9/11 Noughties brought along Daniel Craig's gritty, back-to-his-roots Bond. We are now heading towards the cusp of a new Bond, even though Craig may do one or two more, and I seem to think that Hiddleston might just be good for the job.
As for Hugh Laurie, if you've only ever seen him in the eight-season TV series House, then his performance in this show will surprise you. He comes across as charming and sincere in his early scenes before we begin to get a fuller picture of his true nature.
The rest of the supporting cast is wonderful, with special mention going to Olivia Colman as Angela Burr, the head of the small intelligence unit running Pine, who has a particular jones for wanting to bring Roper down, and Tom Hollander as 'Corky' Corcoran, Roper's right-hand man, whose every gay double-entendre is laced with menace.
But let's face it, there's no such thing as a bad English actor. You put any Brit who has done Shakespeare on stage into a film and you can't go wrong. Alan Rickman in Die Hard is one example. Patrick Stewart in Star Trek: The Next Generation is another.
Kudos, too, to Australian actress Elizabeth Debicki as Jed Marshall, Roper's girlfriend. Debicki more than holds her own alongside this fine cast. She was extremely watchable in Baz Lurhmann's version of The Great Gatsby a few years ago. She may just go very far indeed.
The cinematography is divine, too. Especially the scenes set at Roper's villa in Majorca. I can pretty much not find anything bad to say about this series so far. I have one episode left to go, and yet I'm here writing this blog post.
What the hell??!!! 'Scuse me.
-Saturday afternoon-
The Night Manager was awesome! The final two episodes gave me a slight Hitchcock's Notorious vibe, but this is a minor quibble. There were some tense moments throughout. Well worth catching it if you get the chance.
Swung by Tom the Typewriter Guy's workshop this morning to pick up my latest repair;
The Sears Tower Chieftain III has a nicer action than my Skyriter. Probably due to it being a slightly newer machine, perhaps. My main grip with the Skyriter that I have is that it's the first generation model, which has the metal case cover and therefore has the short carriage return lever. Aside from that, it's an okay machine, but this Tower has the edge over it.
Mid-week, I removed the Omega Semaster Chronometer...
I bought a couple of battery adapters off eBay so that I could use regular LR44 batteries in my circa 1968 Nikon F. Since the demise of 1.55volt mercury battery production, alkaline batteries have been used in the built-in light meters of old 35mm SLR cameras, but this has meant that the light meters give off a slightly different reading due to the difference in voltage of Alkaline batteries. This can result in photos turning out under or over-exposed. These adapters are meant to mimic the design of the old mercury batteries and can be used with normal 1.5v Eveready or Duracell batteries, which can now sit properly in the battery bay of these older cameras. My explanation isn't quite right, and correct photographic technique will require you to set your f-stop higher or lower depending on lighting conditions. Man, I'm rusty on my photographic knowledge. It was never stellar to begin with.
I did fish out the Rolex Submariner and considered wearing it for a few days. Although, I'm a little reluctant to wear this watch out of the house
until I get it serviced. It needs some attention. Something that I'll
tackle sometime in the next few months. In the meantime, I've been quietly squirreling away my loose change and the odd five or ten dollar note here and there for quite some time and I'm now close to snagging another wristwatch. Firstly, though, I'll take another long, hard look at what I have, in order to determine what gets worn and what I may do without. I'm not anticipating a huge cull by any means, but I just might thin things down a little more. Besides, whatever I sell will go towards topping up my "Money Box" bank account which is designed for frivolous purchases.
But let's face it, there's no such thing as a bad English actor. You put any Brit who has done Shakespeare on stage into a film and you can't go wrong. Alan Rickman in Die Hard is one example. Patrick Stewart in Star Trek: The Next Generation is another.
Kudos, too, to Australian actress Elizabeth Debicki as Jed Marshall, Roper's girlfriend. Debicki more than holds her own alongside this fine cast. She was extremely watchable in Baz Lurhmann's version of The Great Gatsby a few years ago. She may just go very far indeed.
The cinematography is divine, too. Especially the scenes set at Roper's villa in Majorca. I can pretty much not find anything bad to say about this series so far. I have one episode left to go, and yet I'm here writing this blog post.
What the hell??!!! 'Scuse me.
-Saturday afternoon-
The Night Manager was awesome! The final two episodes gave me a slight Hitchcock's Notorious vibe, but this is a minor quibble. There were some tense moments throughout. Well worth catching it if you get the chance.
Swung by Tom the Typewriter Guy's workshop this morning to pick up my latest repair;
The Sears Tower Chieftain III has a nicer action than my Skyriter. Probably due to it being a slightly newer machine, perhaps. My main grip with the Skyriter that I have is that it's the first generation model, which has the metal case cover and therefore has the short carriage return lever. Aside from that, it's an okay machine, but this Tower has the edge over it.
Mid-week, I removed the Omega Semaster Chronometer...
...and switched over to the Seamaster 300, seen here on a ten Euro leather strap that I picked up at the Porto Portese Sunday market in Trastevere, Rome;
I bought a couple of battery adapters off eBay so that I could use regular LR44 batteries in my circa 1968 Nikon F. Since the demise of 1.55volt mercury battery production, alkaline batteries have been used in the built-in light meters of old 35mm SLR cameras, but this has meant that the light meters give off a slightly different reading due to the difference in voltage of Alkaline batteries. This can result in photos turning out under or over-exposed. These adapters are meant to mimic the design of the old mercury batteries and can be used with normal 1.5v Eveready or Duracell batteries, which can now sit properly in the battery bay of these older cameras. My explanation isn't quite right, and correct photographic technique will require you to set your f-stop higher or lower depending on lighting conditions. Man, I'm rusty on my photographic knowledge. It was never stellar to begin with.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to running some film through this classic camera and seeing the results.
David Bowie died in January this year and it still hurts. I set this photo up on a recent issue of Uncut magazine, which contained an article on an unreleased Bowie album which may never see the light of day.
I did fish out the Rolex Submariner and considered wearing it for a few days. Although, I'm a little reluctant to wear this watch out of the house
until I get it serviced. It needs some attention. Something that I'll
tackle sometime in the next few months. In the meantime, I've been quietly squirreling away my loose change and the odd five or ten dollar note here and there for quite some time and I'm now close to snagging another wristwatch. Firstly, though, I'll take another long, hard look at what I have, in order to determine what gets worn and what I may do without. I'm not anticipating a huge cull by any means, but I just might thin things down a little more. Besides, whatever I sell will go towards topping up my "Money Box" bank account which is designed for frivolous purchases.
And that's another week down. This cold that I picked up in Italy is receding slowly. My wife still has it, but she too seems to be on the mend. Maybe a few more days and we'll both be back to normal.
Thanks for reading, and have a great weekend!
