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Saturday, 7 May 2016

Meaningless End Of Season Fixture



L is a good girl and doesn’t do Eccles Parkrun but does retail therapy instead. I wondered why the credit card was quaking in fear at the back of my wallet.

Today’s final match of the season is another 12:30 kick off. It’s a meaningless end of season fixture with Derby definitely in the play offs and Ipswich Town definitely not. Unfortunately Mick McCarthy’s sides tend not to know the meaning of the phrase ‘meaningless end of season fixture’ and Derby’s George Thorne will now miss the play offs with a broken leg.

We meet L’s train from Nottingham station. Reunited, I think it best that I get this girl home quickly to bed before she runs off again. Later we head to the Horse and Jockey at Stapleford for a few beers including a dark one, Naylor’s Black and Tan.

(Saturday 7th May)

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Whimpering In The Corner



As if I haven’t already caused the credit card to hide whimpering in the corner, L asks ‘please please please can we have a new cooker?’. It was officially condemned a while a go.

She says that if the current one explodes it will damage all the new insulation as well as harm the dogs. She says she had to fetch one of the control knobs out of Doggo's jaws this morning when it fell off the cooker and he thought it was a bonio.

Did I mention we may be having new insulation? Although that will be very safe, inside the wall.

I order a new cooker, new curtains, a curtain pole and hoover bags. I just need to nip to B&Q for the rope and the duct tape now. Sorry, just having a 50 Shades moment.

Talking of films, we head to Broadway. Although not to see 50 Shades. On the way we pop in for a gym session. I do 10k on the bike, mainly standing up, and a one mile treadmill run. My calves seem ok, so plaudits to evil Mr Physio.

Tonight, Ex Machina. Nathan Bates (Oscar Isaac again, this time hiding behind a bushy beard), the wealthy CEO of the world's leading search engine BlueBook (aka Google), is a recluse living out in the wilderness (aka Norway).

Caleb (Domhnall Gleeson) is a young whiz kid who works for BlueBook and wins the company lottery with the prize being to spend a week with Nathan at his luxury home aka research facility. A place that can only be reached by travelling for many hours by helicopter. 


Nathan is a one man research project into the development of Artificial Intelligence. That’s robots to you and me. Caleb has been summoned (or more correctly selected) to perform the 'The Turing Test' on his creation, to see if it can genuinely pass itself off as human to another human.

Nathan introduces Caleb to the beautifully assembled Ava (Alicia Vikander again, this time hiding behind a lot of wires and cables) because, of course, Nathan only makes female robots. 


The only other person in the house is Nathan's maid Kyoko (Sonoya Mizuno), who speaks no English but seems a dab hand with a duster, a frying pan and at providing other essential ‘services’.


Through a series of meetings Caleb interrogates and tests Ava, whilst Nathan watches on CCTV and get drunk. However it is soon Ava who ends up being the one doing the interrogating and testing. 

Caleb finds himself constantly manipulated by both the increasingly eccentric Nathan and his pretty machine, and ends up underestimating both of them. He begins to lose his mind as he finds out more about Nathan’s research and as Ava starts to flirt with him.


The film as the combination of a robot with amazing self-awareness that is determined not to have its plug pulled, your archetypal mad professor type and the classic confined/remote location scenario. This was never going to end well.


Oh and there’s a lot of full frontal nudity which could be shocking to some if these were actual real women and not robots of course. Although Ava does seem to have a bit of a problem with her own shrinking assets as the film goes on.

It’s another excellent film, we seem to be on a roll at the moment. Lots of philosophical plotting, very thought provoking and tense in places. Quite similar in many ways to last year’s ‘Under the Skin’ but miles better.

Both Isaac and Gleeson are good but its Alicia Vikander, seemingly a bit wooden in ‘Testament of Youth’, who steals the film. Unlike the script for ‘Testament’ she has much more to work with here and is infinitely better.

Ultimately the film shows that you just can’t trust women even when they’re robots and perhaps that men can be persuaded by anything, if it’s attractive enough.
(Sunday 8th February)

Monday, 8 September 2014

Some Sort Of Shape



This morning my aches are aching but everything else is fine, which is an improvement on the post-Outlaw Half situation. L asks if I’m feeling enthused then? Possibly. I even start pondering on some likely autumn half marathons to take in whilst I’m in some sort of shape.

Tonight a very brief trip to the dentist for the annual check-up. The dentist gives my teeth the most cursory of cursory glances from the other side of the room, whilst reading the newspaper and chatting to his nurse or something like that. Then he tells me to hand my credit card in at reception on the way out.

Then a not so brief Committee Meeting. Well actually the Committee Meeting itself is quite brief, it’s the clandestine post-meeting meeting afterwards that drags on a bit and takes another hour.

I then collect the dogs from my parents’ place where they have been entertaining my father for the evening. By taking the dogs out, I’ve enabled L to get in a triple fitness class session, thereby helping her address the problem of being outdone by Daughter.

(Monday 8th September)

Friday, 29 March 2013

The Jinx Continues



Good Friday today and somehow I wake up with a twisted ankle. I don’t remember doing that. How can you twist your ankle in your sleep? I have a feeling that a dog may have slept on it.

It appears to be a reoccurrence of the old football war wound, weakened by years of playing on astro turf. It’ll pass. I hope. We hobble to the park but the boys aren’t very sympathetic and don’t wait for me.

Daughter heads off back to Sheffield and L goes with her, armed with the joint credit card.

In the evening there’s a match. Quite why this isn’t a 3pm kick off I don’t know. At least they have announced that this Friday experiment isn’t continuing next season.

All the same this game had better be exciting because it’s not very warm tonight. It’s not too bad, a fairly warming 3-0 win over a very poor Bristol City. Who look increasingly relegation bound.

(Friday 29th March)