Main focus has been making representations over development planned in the ward, most particular the Broadmarsh bus station & car park and the new college buildings for Narrowmarsh. Made a special effort to stress the importance of bus services.
Area 8 committee rehearsed the sheer scale of developments now looking to come to Bridge ward, the section 156 works being considered for parks (reflected in an overall parks development statement), and heard the proposal for RINGGO to manage the car parks at Bridgeway shopping centre. A further step change in managing parking in The Meadows is still planned for July, and aspects of this were rehearsed bat the Meadows Muslim Centre AGM.
New NCH houses and bungalows were made available, although the ward walk saw quite a bit of tidying up still to do.
New building along Arkwright Walk is on-going, if late, and piling at Blackstone Walk is about to begin.
Nice to see the Watson Fothergill offices repaired.
Tragedy in the USA with a white supremacist killing teenagers in another mass shooting, made worse by clichéd prayers and glib remarks of the ability to kill with a pencil. Perhaps the new youth protest movement can be the difference.
The Olympics lifted the spirit a bit. Light Night entertained and new projects from local groups included Nottingham City Centre WI at Barker’s Gate and The Meadows Art Gallery celebrating Queen Victoria; The Council House was lit in purple to celebrate Rotary International’s fundraising to eliminate polio.
The season for the best movies of course (The Shape of Water, Lady Bird, Call Me by Your Name, Phantom Thread), but theatre was at the fore this month for the Lace Market Theatre’s “Flare Path” and Nottingham Playhouse’s “Wonderland”.
Lots of interesting things going on in this movie that make it an entertaining watch and about more than just the main theme of “coming of age”.
Noticeable that whilst unfortunate things happen, the story is not particularly cruel (or melodramatic), save perhaps to the mother character on a couple of occassions and to the Catholic church (who might not agree regarding the portrayal of life at a key stage 5 Catholic college (was it a high school?), especially the abortion class).
The first boyfriend who was always gay is forgiven; wanting to go to the prom after all is calmly accepted by her latest alternative friends.
Unreal cos it’s a collection of “greatest” events from teenage girls lives, it’s still good entertainment and worthwhile. (Perhaps makes you wonder why these rites of passage were so matter of fact in our own lives).
Like “Call Me by Your Name“, it’s also unreal cos the teenagers are remarkably mature in a way that defies “coming of age”.
Once saw a documentary by James May on BBC tv that said we go through a phase as teenagers whereby the way we think completely changes and hence the sometimes confusing behaviour. Others have enlightened this phase with characters such as Kevin the teenager from the Harry and Paul tv series.
So if I’m grateful for “Lady Bird” and “Call Me by Your Name”, it’s because what we got in the seventies was “S.W.A.L.K.“, for which me and my mate were nowhere near ready.
A full screening room for a special showing of a film (which had a limited release n October), with a gay rights stall at the entrance and a round of applause at the end.
Worthy and worthwhile, with great acting and strong evocations of Italian summer, 1983 and of gay men moving on to get married.
Notable that in a story of relationships and feelings, there was hardly any exhibition of cruelty; not like you see in Britsh soap opera.
Unreal for the maturity in the teenagers beyond my experience, or rather beyond me as a teenager. As was the love of poems.
Instead, I was hooked on Psychadelic Furs (saw them in 1982) and the departure of a diesel-hauled long train set with slam-shut doors.
Closing as a dull Football League Cup final was to be played out, kinda worth reflecting on how intriguing the Winter Olympics have been, given the sports included get no coverage in-between times.
Step up the snowboard competitions, which have grown in variety and extent. Great to watch, and in this instance helped by youthful and open BBC commentators.
Most amazing story also included a snowboarder, a Czech, who entered a traditional super G slalom skiing race almost out of annoyance and actually won.
The racing competitions were entertaining too.
Less impressive, the BBC presentations.
Most awfully hamming up the 500m short speed skater based in Nottingham, who was in tears when being forced out by an opponent. Hours after crying on TV and being counselled on air by a BBC commentator, the skater was to acknowledge the nature of the sport and to regret her outburst. Too late for the extensive bewailing led by Clare Balding.
Dreadful too was the commentary on the sled runs. 40 seconds of sports psycho-babble of mistakes being unaffordable, followed by assurance that a mistake made had not been that bad after all.
Also guilty of the over-use of the word “perfection” was Steve Cram and his colleagues on the curling. The British curlers did not deserve to win medals, but at times they looked like they might. It was gripping. Then that astonishing loss of 5 shots by the men’s team against the hammer playing Switzerland. And the loss of a bronze in the women’s competition with a shot that was apparently makeable more often than not.
Then, to cap it all, big boasts about Britain’s biggest ever haul of medals. My hunch is that medals won as a share of medals available is not a record. But the need to propagandiet is hard-wired. Yes, a true success in skeleton; curling and bobsleigh – not so much.
Finally, another mention for the co-operation between the parts of Korea. Yep, it might come to nothing, but it was good to see.
That, and the reminder of the joy of watching people compete.
Guardian write-up here.
Good to see the offices repaired after a lorry smashed into the building, followed by a 2 year insurance battle.
Sci-fi and spy thriller in teal; with timbre; late ’50s chic (and prejudices) with inexplicable introduction of 21st century tech.; without the “Three Billboards” redemption at the end. Not as soppy as I expected.
Plenty of proof though that “The Shape of Water” plagiarised other productions.
Aquaphibians with Mysteron powers.