Gale break

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As I write the wind is blowing around 33-40 knots more or less onto the aft end of the boat and we’re watching rainwater being bullied in troubled furrows uphill along the reverse sheer of Formanda’s decks. A good time to be sat alongside a bit of wood with several bits of string secured to it.

Les Miserables 25th tour at the Barbican

We went to see the 25th anniversary production of Les MisÚrables at the Barbican last night. Within the first minute it became clear that the production is very different from the original. Different as in better or worse? No, we came to the conclusion it was just different. All of which shows the ultimate influence a production team has on the base material of a show.

Disco Inferno – the musical

Disco Inferno was a bit of a surprise bundle for me, insofar as I had never seen the show before and there didn’t appear to be much in the way of any information on it on the internet. Probably best described as in the ‘We Will Rock You/Mamma Mia genre with the devlish influence of Witches of Eastwick and the disco hits of the 1970s, author Jai Sepple wrote the show in 1993 to, in his words, “rekindle some of those long forgotten memories of the decade of flares, platforms, glam and disco” and in that he succeeded. In a lengthy three hours or so the show romps through 25 of the most recognisable hits of the era, punctuated by a story about the perils of greed and the desire for stardom.

In Seine moments in France

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Just once in a while it’s fun to celebrate something for no great reason. In this case an image I first took on 35mm transparency film on the River Seine from the deck of our Pedro 33 Solano Incalzando, sometime in the mid 1990s.

From memory the specifics were a dawn departure downstream from Rouen, to ensure we took the travelator of a tide that flows with gusto on the tidal river Seine. In the image you can just see the hints of mist, but not long before or afterward tendrils of thick fog were curling over the rails and knitting themselves into a blanket to obscure even the bankside, just a few scant metres away. It was technically illegal for a leisure boat to proceed in such circumstances, given the commercial traffic on the river, but on 70-odd miles from Rouen to the sea there are few if any places suitable for pulling over and tying up, even on a steel motorboat. And so we put the radar on and spent a concentrated hour or so until the sun got going and broke through.

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