Archive for January, 2010

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

*Warning: contains spoilers*

It wasn’t so much far up, far out, or far more as the 1969 poster states, but it was rather good as James Bond romps go. We had another round of film roulette on Saturday night (the rules are simple; all our film titles are scribbled down on paper, folded up and then picked at random) and as it was an 007 picture that came out on top, I favoured George Lazenby’s one and only outing. Why? I’d been told that it was set around Christmastime (it’s not that long after) and it also had an early appearance of then model and fledgling actress Joanna Lumley.



The second in the ‘Blofeld Trilogy’ between You Only Live Twice and Diamonds Are Forever, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service features Blofeld about to release a fatal and widespread global plague through a bevy of ‘angels of death’ unless a claim to a title and other demands are met. As an aside, Bond meets, falls in love, and marries Contessa Teresa ‘Tracy’ di Vincenzo, played by The Avengers actress Diana Rigg. Filmed at the legendary Pinewood, Portugal and Switzerland – largely at the now infamous Piz Gloria revolving restaurant – the movie did well, grossing $87m at the time, although Lazenby’s reception was both more shaken and stirred.

I’m not a Bond afficionado, but I think Lazenby deserves more credit than he received back in 1969 and since. And , although I’ve not seen many Connery Bonds either, I think the Australian actor that replaced the suave Scot did as good a job, if not better, job of playing the MI6 agent. Yes, there is a little awkwardness (Lazenby had never acted on such an epic scale before) and some scenes are a little clumsy, but overall, he should have stayed on for the seven films he originally signed up for. Thinking that the 007 franchise might be archaic in the forthcoming and more liberated 1970s he put away his Walther-PPK after just one movie.

It’s a shame. On Her Majesty’s Secret Service has many of the ‘right’ ingredients for a classic Bond movie. A strong cast (Kojak’s Telly Savalas played Blofeld), a script that reportedly stayed close to Ian Fleming’s novel, an exciting car chase with Ford Escorts on ice and stunning Swiss scenery all add up to a diverting couple of hours. The only real departure is the ending.

With Tracy lying dead in his arms, we see a hitherto unseen emotional side of Bond, which was built on for the recent blockbusters Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace (which rebooted the franchise) starring Daniel Craig. It’s non the worse for that, though, and with the lack of gadgets, it’s a stripped back Bond, again rather similar to today’s. If only Lazenby knew that 007 would still be doing his action man stuff some 40 years later; who knows how the series would have developed?

A walk around Ingatestone

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

At last! Blue skies heralded our first walk of 2010. We decided to take a 5.5 mile route closeby, just around Ingatestone. A small town south of Chelmsford, it sits within an area of green belt land, 20 miles north of London. It has some history; established in Saxon times on the then Great Essex Road (now major the A12 trunk road), it sits between the then goliath Roman towns of London and Colchester. The name originally meant ‘settlement at the stone’. It even has stones left by glacial action visible in the High Street.

Nik used to live and spent some of his formative years in the town (in two locations) and so knows the area well. I don’t have that much knowledge of Essex and perhaps the thing I knew Ingatestone for the most is that it’s the last stop before home on the train from London. And that it has good curry house. Our walk from the Walks Into History: Essex changed all that and to be honest, if it hadn’t, at least we managed to get out for a couple of hours, in the (all too limited) winter sunshine.

Our stroll took us around Ingatestone and also Fryerning, a village to the north of the small town. We tramped across empty fields, many deserted pastures with electric fences, over and under the A12 and round the back of the 16th century Ingatestone Hall. Open to the public at selected times and dates, the grand and majestic Tudor mansion that was once host to Queen Elizabeth I is probably most well-known for providing the exterior of Bleak House in the 2005 BBC adaption of the Charles Dickens’ novel of the same name.

After the prolonged cold snap that prevented almost everyone from going almost anywhere, it really felt good to be out and about in the sunshine again, after far too long. Mud (in the car park opposite The Cricketers pub and en route) notwithstanding, we really enjoyed tramping through the grass and hedgerows again, even sighting some deer common to the area. One thing that we had forgotten and was probably telling of the afternoon’s activities, was the aching of our legs. Maybe the moderately high mile count was to blame, maybe it was the lack of activity over the past few weeks. Whatever, it won’t stop us next time.

Snow chickens today

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

This is a first. We’re currently in the grip of the second and arguably most significant snowfall of the winter here in Essex, and it would appear even the chickens don’t like it. They’ve seen snow before of course and usually hang about, walking about the coop. Gerry and Margot sometimes even play spot the Barbara, as being white, our Sussex Ranger easily blends in.

But not today. They’ve gone back up the coop ladder to ‘bed’, just as they do when dusk falls. The snow on the tarpaulin over the compound might make it darker and with it being so cold, I can’t say I blame them for trying to keep warm in their insulated Eglu Cube. Oscar’s doing the same; he’s curled up under the radiator in the spare bedroom, probably wishing the summer would come quickly so that he can be out all day.

It looks like this cold spell will last until the start of next week, so our laying ladies will have to get used to the sub-zero temperatures if they haven’t done so already. The cold and the darkness is more than likely what’s causing the declining egg count (down to 25 in December 2009 from 91 in the summer of the same year), but it could be worse. They could still be moulting and be really clucking freezing.

Family, food, festivities

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Gareth’s party marked the end of festivities and although it’s been very busy, it’s also been very enjoyable. Working backwards, yesterday afternoon we buzzed down to Kent to celebrate Gareth’s 50th. We’d never been to a surprise party before. Shrouded in secrecy for six months before, Debs arranged the catering, guests and venue. We even played a part, making pasta and rice salads yesterday (to pre-determined and costed recipes) to take down for the spread. It all worked terribly well and by the way things were going, a good time was had by all.

Monday was the final day of Christmas family celebrations. Early afternoon we went up to Lowestoft to belatedly exchange presents with Ean and Vikki. A relaxed afternoon was spent at House 3, where we even met the usually reclusive Boo. Suitably (and enjoyably) fed, watered and caught-up, we all then went to mum’s to enjoy yet more food. Dinner was followed by two games of cards and before we knew it, it was time to head for home, not least as we had to feed the two cats next door.

Christmas itself was spent with Nik’s family in Galleywood on the day itself, where, due to the volume of presents, we all must have been good last year. Boxing Day saw mum and Bart come down and congregate on the house, along with Geoff, while Sal, Dan and Will popped in for the afternoon. Sunday was a day of recovery, visiting Geoff for a King’s Tower cold buffet the only excursion. That took us up to yesterday of course, when we left with mum and Bart for the journey to Suffolk. We then had just two days’ rest (the only of the two-week break) before it all started again.

Sandwiched between Christmas and New Year was my 36th birthday on New Year’s Eve. Lunch was eaten on a quiet and cold Mersea Island, while as tradition dictates, we spent the last evening of 2009 on the rug in front of the fire with Oscar, some warm Camembert and a handful of crackers. Post-carbonara at Verde’s of course. New Year’s Day was a repeat of Christmas Day, with the day spent at Andrew and Sheila’s and all of the Chelmsford clan.

So, lots of food, lots of family and lots of very nice presents. The start of 2010 has to be, more than ever (and in financial terms as well as fitness thoughts), a slimmed down one, though…