After a month off from blogging I now feel the need to share words of wisdom with the world again. This year's marking of Film Studies AS exams was a bit of a trial I'm afraid. I still quite enjoy the process, it's just a labour of love (sic). I always find new things to use for the next year. Even better was the cover essay by Rob Young in Sight & Sound this month on Old, Weird Britain called "The Pattern Under The Plough". I recommend standing around in W H Smiths reading it (a railway station is a good bet) or, if you have a trendy bookshop that you can drink coffee in whilst reading, go there (I do miss Borders, not that I ever bought anything because I could read it!). Loads of ideas for next year. Mind you, today I was ousted from my teaching room of the last 5 years and forced in to a much lesser room where, as Catweazle used to say, "nothing works".
Ah well, I've been moaning all day about that and tomorrow's another day. I'll moan then, too.
Still, where was I? Oh yes, marking. Mrs Dave seems to have finally finished marking too. She marks Psychology AS exams which means that she gets to claim squatter's rights over the computer for a month because AQA have ICT knowledge. I, however, mark for WJEC (aka "The Welsh Board") who are still roughly somewhere about 1962 and require us to mark proper scripts with real writing. Thank god. Anyhow, I finished last weekend just in time to be able to rush up to London last Tuesday evening to The Albert Hall to see Jackson Browne and David Lindley.
If you caught them on BBC4 last Saturday evening from Glastonbury, then you'll know what a cracking set they played. Live - and I've never seen Browne live before - they were fantastic. An acoustic set followed by a full band set. My friend John and I had to rush out a bit early as we needed to keep ahead of the crowds. After all, we had twenty odd stops on the Tube to get back to Newbury Park where we'd parked. Have you ever tried to get a train back late from London to East Anglia? Okay, a rhetorical question there, then.
This isn't a review of the gig really, just a little reminder that I'm still around and ready to make facetious/smart-arsed comments on your blogs.
Summertime and the living is. . . well, quite hot really, isn't it?