“The Last Resort” is an award-winning documentary about Southsea seafront made by Russell Oastler, David Kinnaird and Lucas Way as the final project of their degrees. Gentlemen I salute you and thank you for a marvellous piece of cinematography.
The film about the decline of Portsmouth as a traditional seaside resort struck a chord with me, having been a resident in the Portsmouth & Southsea area for over 40 years. For many years now I have thought that Southsea has looked tired and in need of something to revitalise the sea front area. This is a point of view that is reinforced by the film and explored through the eyes of some of the locals who have also seen it change.
The film, dedicated to 86-year-old Mrs Dorothy Browning who died during the making, can be viewed HERE
I was only saying to my wife on Saturday, while on a very rare visit to Commercial road, that it would be nice to see the fountain in full flood. It seems someone was eavesdropping or at the very least a fabulous coincidence.
The city council are apparently committed to renovating the fountain which has been turned off for several years. It was always a target for the mindless minority which plague our society. The idiots always found the addition of soap suds hilarious, oblivious to the dangers of losing a toddler in the froth and the potential for drowning. The fountain was also used, again by the minority, as a convenient rubbish bin. I know the council say they closed the fountain due to technical problems, leaks, whatever. I am sure that there was also an element of frustration at the social problems.
Portsmouth is an ancient city with an illustrious history but I have always thought that the commercial heart of the city was, to say the least, a bit bland. When Commercial Road was pedestrianized the whole feel of the city centre changed, became dull. To be quite honest you could be almost anywhere.
So I welcome the city councils efforts to reinstate the fountain. I just hope that the residents and visitors alike will appreciate it and treat it with respect when it is once more back in action.
A small glimmer of goodness to shine out of the gloom of the enormous housing estate, being built at Waterlooville, is the 150 year old farm which is going to be renovated.
In the middle of the 2500 home Newlands Estate lies Plant Farm which includes Grade II Listed buildings. The developers are planning to turn the farm into a pub and restaurant.
It’s a shame that it has taken the building of this humongous estate to bring the farm under the spotlight but at least now the vandalism and thieving of building materials will cease.
Lets hope that the renovation will be tastefully done.
Here we are, nearly 10:30 and it’s already 33 degC in the conservatory with all the doors and windows open. Forecast for this area is 24 degC today.
I am leaking like a sieve…no need to have a hose pipe ban. I reckon I can keep the reservoirs topped up all by my self.
Yup, Have a busy weekend in the offing.
With a fine forecast for Saturday we are having a B-B-Q so it will probably be wild, wet and windy. But never mind I can cope. After all who was it who had a B-B-Q on Boxing Day not so long ago. I can cremate food in almost any weather conditions
On Sunday we are having a bit of a family gathering in Sussex. A little bit like an American Supper but this will be more of an American Lunch. Descending on my aunt’s house, which is around the halfway point between our various homes, we will all be bearing food and drink. So I, with my wife, will get to have a grand old chinwag with my sisters, their partners and of course my aunt who has been elected to make the teas and coffees.
She in turn has also threatened to make a mystery “Lemon Bake”. Something that my youngest sister has warned me off.
We shall see !!!
Have been back a couple of days now having spent a glorious 2 weeks on the island of Minorca and I have to say the return has been a bit of a shock.
First of all what about the weather ? Seems the UK has had generally better weather than we had. Then there is the 1st day back at work. Normally I power on my laptop and plough through hundreds of e-mails. But not this time.
Yup, I turned on my laptop. Remembered my Power On Password, no problemo. Long pause while the laptop blew the dust of all those important files, that no one knows anything about, then started to Windows crank up and asked for the password. One hour later I am still pondering what it was, having already made multiple wrong choices and berating myself for not writing it down. After all didn’t I have the same problem last year ???
Eventually, I struck gold and I was in. After what seemed like another hour while my laptop fired up the wireless connection, fired up AT&T something or other, informed me that there were numerous important Windows updates waiting (aren’t there always) I was finally able to fire up Bloated Goats. Sorry, Lotus Notes. The e-mail tool of choice for our company.
Anyway, I always cringe when I sign back on after a long break. There is usually a tidal wave of e-mails and some kind of panic underway. But not this time. Yes there were loads of e-mails but not the usual deluge. Biggest surprise has to be that there were no panics !!! Well there was one …. remember I had forgotten my Windows password.
So re-entry was relatively calm. Except now I’m becoming paranoid.
Where are all the e-mails. Have all my colleagues, scattered over the globe forgotten me ?
Where are the usual panics ?
I have my suspicions. They have saved them all up for my return as part of a global conspiracy and will unleash them in one huge tsunami.
Or is there really peace on earth ?
So here I am sitting in my lounge, working from home, when some movement outside the window catches my eye.
- Is it my next door neighbour moving their car on the drive ?
- Is it the Blackbird attacking its reflection in my car window while it craps down the paintwork ?
- Is it the postman on his daily trek to deliver my granddaughters mail that she never comes to collect ?
No its none of the above.
It is, in fact, a bunch of contractors playing hide and seek and climbing up an ancient Yew.
Yes at least two have made the climb up into the tree whilst several others have sprinted off into the distance. Presumably to find themselves a tree to climb. Another bod has arrived and stood talking to the guys in the Yew while he scratches and adjusts his nether regions. Doesn’t he know he will give away their hidey hole. I thought maybe he was the seeker but the two “hiders” didn’t come back down after he wandered off so I assume not.
These folks are all busy “working” hard, replacing the local water main.
Well apparently they did that before Christmas. Then they came back after Christmas but got held up by the snow. Having cleared out they have had to come back and do other “stuff” that involves multiple trucks, trailers, diggers and pneumatic drills spread over several roads.
So here we are, it’s nearly June and the task that was only going to take 3-4 weeks is still ongoing.
In the meantime its good to see that they are enjoying themselves. It doesn’t pay to let work get in the way of a great lark.