Moving on ...

Moving on ... for move on we must.

So we have seen the last Real Top Gear episode. As expected reviews are mixed, the fans mourn and the haters crow. Let's leave all that behind now. There are better things to do with our lives than worry about silly comments in a newspaper or journalists writing reviews just to create a stir. What matters is the show. We have a fantastic catalogue of goodies to keep us going until ... well until ...

I for one enjoyed the show last night, lots of laughs and no tears but rather sad after. I haven't rewatched the whole thing again yet but I thought it had the makings of a classic show had it been allowed to be made as it should have been.  I particularly enjoyed James' jacket  (now half price!). And the elephant was particularly eloquent. An eloquent elephant.

So... now we have the long wait, what comes next? At least we know that James is making CotP and hopefully other projects to come too. I am really hoping for another Toy Stories for Christmas.

For my birthday (tomorrow!) I am hoping for a Sod Off. Fat chance but a girl can hope.

Anyway ...

It's hard to know where to start, but here goes. 

So today is the day we have never wanted to happen. The day the last brand new as yet unseen real Top Gear show will be aired. It feels silly to be so upset, yes indeed, upset, about the ending of a TV show 'about cars'. But it has meant a lot to so many people so I don't feel quite so daft. 

When I have really needed cheering up, it has never ceased to amaze me that I could just turn on the telly and be laughing, interested, entertained, and uplifted in seconds, all thanks to a 'poxy little motoring show'. Nothing else quite does the trick.  The whole team have all created something magical and very very special. I doubt that it's possible to understand just how gutted and heartbroken that Jeremy, Richard, James and Andy are at the outcome of all of this. As we now know, it's done, no going back. Today's article by Andy in the Sunday Times covers it well and helps us to understand just where they are at and an inkling as to how they are feeling.  Suffice to say, we all feel pretty gutted too. 


The Mirror is speculating about the future of an independently made programme to be shown on ITV against the TG that the ginger one plans to make, and maybe a showing on Netflix too for the international audiences. Who knows the truth of that so far, but at least we can be sure they will be making something new. We all hope they will once again be able to create that magic.


I have had the tremendous luck and privilege of attending the filming at Dunsfold and was there on 25th February this year. I had a funny feeling as I left at the end and wondered if I would ever go there again. So I went back and took a few photos of the hangar as the audience left and the crew dismantled the set for the last but one and a half time.  It felt very poignant even then, before the incident. So I have added a few photos here from that day.


Thank you Jeremy, Richard, James, Andy, Brian and all the other people involved in making the programme. Thank you seems massively inadequate but it's enough I hope.

I shall try to enjoy tonight's show. Remember also the tremendous catalogue of work they have created which we can continue to enjoy too, and who knows what the future holds. 

Sweet Sorrow ... no, more like Heartbreak Hotel

I have always been an optimist, but also try present a balanced view, and aim to be reasonable. I find it hard, even when presented with an awful situation, not to measure my thoughts. It repeats in my head, be reasonable. But today I think - why not be unreasonable and let others just make up their own minds.

Well, today I read the article in which Richard Hammond said the end of Top Gear broke his heart. Emotive words. And why not, because it sounds perfectly reasonable in the circumstances.

It's one thing us, the fans, being upset about it, but when it's your life and you create it that's another thing altogether.

It's hard to know what is really going on though, we only have the newspapers, the occasional interview or snatched words on a doorstep. What strikes me more than any other thing is that the newspapers are sometimes wildly speculative and off track completely. Other times they are spot on. How do you know what to believe? You have to wait and see to be sure. But let's take a punt on rumours and reports.

Go back a bit to earlier in the year. After all of the unpleasantness which has obviously been going on in the background, to cap it all someone at the BBC made a comparison with Jeremy and a particularly evil person whose name I don't even want to place on the page.

Jeremy has also said that recently he was asked if he would consider coming back. (This is my interpretation of newspaper articles, I doubt an actual formal offer was made but I suspect feelers were put out before a final commitment was made elsewhere.) Apparently Jeremy said he would rather eat his own head. And why not. Someone said something so vile (and I think it was said) and yet that person has never been named, the context never clarified, the person (presumably) still works at the BBC. And they must be pretty high up in the organisation. The fact that this person is still in place, to our knowledge there has never been an apology or investigation, the whole thing has been effectively muted. It is appalling.

It seems the BBC would rather keep the person who made the comment in place, loose the best TV programme 'in the world' and break the heart(s) (speculative 's' there as we only know for sure about one broken heart) of the presenters. Why? To be politically correct? Not to lose face? Because someone really really doesn't like someone else? Because that someone has a lot of power?  It feels very personal which is rich considering that the programme is made for us, the viewers and licence fee payer, the fans. And we don't have a say.

In my reasonable mind I had said I hoped the next TG would have presenters I liked and that the programme would be watchable (although we all know it won't be a patch on Real TG). I am gradually coming to the conclusion that I would like it to fail, big time. Not because of Evans who is really just mildly irritating. No, because that's what the BBC Meddling Department and A N Other deserves.

Yes I agree, Jeremy said it was all his fault. And I'm sure he feels awful about it and will do something new to make up for it all. But working in an organisation where some people (not all obviously) are against you is terribly stressful when you care so much about your work. There's more to all this I'm sure. I just hope that one day we will know it all, that someone will tell the truth of what went on behind the scenes and the person responsible is named.

To Clarkson, Hammond and May. For what it is worth, you have my wholehearted support for whatever you choose to do in the future. Just don't cock it up.




Here's the link to the short article where: Richard says that the end of the show broke his heart.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

So, it has happened. Top Gear has a new host.

Those who enjoyed the Clarkson Hammond and May version are, understandably, proclaiming loyalty to the previous host(s) declaring never to watch the new version of the show. But remember that the old show, although never as popular as the latest version, has a rich history. I certainly watched Old Top Gear  from  the very early days. I remember William Wollard, Tiff Needell, Quentin Wilson, Julia Bradshaw and James May's few appearances. (James made me laugh straight away, particularly when he reviewed the Jaguar S-Type, and the Mazda MX5 with Julia.) Strangely I have little recollection of Clarkson or Wilman's performances.

Stop and think a moment. There was a popular science fiction programme a few years back called Star Trek. I was a great fan and watched every episode and new incarnation with interest to see how it developed. The Original Series, TNG, DS9 and even parts of Voyager were excellent. Key players in the Original Series lent their support to the new actors, notably Leonard Nimoy's friendship with Zachary Quinto. Anyway, where am I going with this?

I think the future is uncertain, and still undecided. But we have the opportunity hopefully of two great new car shows.

The New Version of Top Gear will be made by someone who loves cars, who produces his own style of shows which are, generally, very popular. It will probably appeal to a rather different audience though. I know it's success will depend on the new team and mix of presenters. Evans will be a great producer I'm sure, but personally I have never been a fan of his programmes or of him as a presenter. If it's just Evans, Kidd and Guy Martin I doubt I will find it watchable. Evans, Suzi Perry and James Martin (or maybe Philip Glenister or even Paul Hollywood on a bike) would tempt a viewing. But it will need a completely different format. Start again, completely.

As for the other three, who knows what they are doing. It takes time to find the right direction so I'm happy to wait. I wonder if they actually have the harder job of the two. I don't think they can just churn out the same old format on a new network, even allowing for their wonderful chemistry. That would be lame. Maybe they will go to Netflix with a new format and, without the BBC Meddling Dept, there will be something fresh and really special to come. I hope so.

So all I can say is for now is, let's see how boldly it goes.

A Circus? Yes, but is it still Flying ...

I went to see Monty Python last night.  It was one third Idle Musical, one third clips of classics sketches that I could see on Youthingy anytime I want, and one third reruns of old sketches with the original cast (yes all of them). Plus a bit of corpsing by Cleese thrown in. Actually, that got the most spontaneous laughs. 

I think what was missing was timing, in so many respects. The thing with comedy is timing. The lines work still, yes we can all quote the sketches and fall about laughing … we recall it with the timing that worked so well in the day.  As we get older we slow down a bit … ok more than a bit. I know I have.  And so have they.  But like a favourite aunt, or parent, we listen again and again to their stories retold, as they have forgotten they told us the first time, or because they just want to reminisce.  

Part of the word timing is … time. And time has gone by, time gives you a chance to reflect and realise just how caught up in the moment you can be, how consumed by the fun, blinded by the moment.   And when that moment has passed, well, it has gone, it is no more …

My initial thought was, to use a cliché, nostalgia aint what it used to be. Or is it? I enjoyed it, I am glad I went and delighted I can say I saw “I saw them ‘live’ from row U at the 02”. While I am writing this I have Monty Python: And Now for Something Rather Similar on in the background and the sketches still touch a nerve. 

I really didn't think I was going to see five 70 year olds on the stage for 3 solid hours performing endless sketches with perfect timing - did I?  Or at least enough to capture the old magic ... perhaps I did, but I know that was too much to hope for.  My abiding memory of the show is Cleese and Palin giggling at the end of the Argument sketch.  I saw that special connection between them. Wonderful, magic in fact. 

So it was good, really quite good.  But I am not blinded by Pythonitis.  It was an excellent circus, not quite flying though.  You may disagree with me.  I may disagree with myself later …. 

Is this the five minute argument or the full half hour? Just the five minutes actually. I may come back for the full half hour later. If you want to argue with me … well do you? £5?

So this time it's really about Vintage

Why Vintage ... well here goes - it's about time I said something about why I am VintageBarbara.

There was a time when I lived in a grey world, of black and white TV, in a 1930s semi detached house with no central heating.  The house also contained a small bookcase of works by Dickens and Huxley (but little else for a while). I did have shoes though. I went on holidays, packed in the back seat of the car with all the luggage, to spend two weeks in a tent in Devon with Mum and Dad.  Always, given the option, I chose the tent in Devon, close to Dartmoor - my favourite place was Dartmeet. (I loved the cream teas they served there too.) I was an average kid who didn't enjoy school much (sadly, on reflection) and much preferred playing with my pals (mostly the boys I grew up with) in the park, making dens in the woods, riding on box carts and climbing trees, or just walking.  I lived opposite a large park and would escape there whenever I could. Some things have stayed with me since that time, as I loved them and I cannot say why.

A love of cars! Special for me was my Dad's garage, detached brick and tile with rafters hung with all sorts of things  I especially remember that oil and metal smell from work on the car and the tools he stored there. Sundays were often spent in the garage helping him paint something or fix the car. Dad was originally an engineer, but eventually found that selling engineering tools was more lucrative, and provided us with the car he couldn't have afforded otherwise. To earn my pocket money I would clean the car, polish the chrome and make sure it was sparkling.  Dad taught me how to change a wheel when I was about 10 years old.  He had a new car every few years and it was always the latest model of whatever the fleet were handing out. I do remember a blue Consul Classic with wings at the back and that back swept rear window. I know, basic stuff, nothing truly exciting, but it seemed so to me as a small kid at the time. Brooklands is a place I go to now sometimes just to smell that garage smell again.

Brooch by Sphinx

A love of jewellery. Back in the dark days of school, I was told I would have to learn to play the piano so I could be a concert pianist like my Aunt. To me, the music was dull, the scales repetitive and seemingly pointless. I was far more interested in by the brooch worn by my piano teacher than playing the piano. I knew if I played my scales very very very evenly she would close her eyes and seemingly nod off. Yes she did!  It passed the time and the lesson was soon over. Long after the piano lessons ceased and my memory of that faded away, I remembered that brooch.  I now know it was most likely by Sphinx and I am pretty sure I have one like it now (above right).

A love of Star Cut glass. You know that simple tiny star design you see etched on some old glasses? The first time I saw a glass like that, Dad was picking up a special ring he had bought for Mum from a local antique shop. I must have been about 10 years old, possibly younger, and had 7s 6d to spend on something for Mum too. I had no idea what to buy for her, and was just looking around. Then I saw them, the little glasses - a set of four - each with a little handle and studded with stars.  I fell in love with them instantly. So excited, I went over to Dad and asked him to have a look at them. He agreed they were lovely, but I couldn't afford them. They were a guinea! So disappointed and crestfallen I tried to find a way to buy them but there was no way I would be able to find the money. However, as we were leaving the antique dealer said I could have them for whatever money I had. He said he had never seen anyone so young get so genuinely excited about an antique. I was stunned (still am - I don't think Dad coughed up on the quiet either, the antique dealer genuinely let me have them for about a third of the marked price). I gave them to Mum for Christmas that year. She loved them too. I still have the glasses, and many more with that design since.

Having said all of this, today is better. It's in colour for a start. So don't think that loving a few good things from the past means I would rather be there. Oh no. Now is good. Now I have the galactic interweb and can buy things from all over the world at the click of a button. Ooops. There I go again. Someone please save me from eBay (no don't actually). 

Still to come:
Fabrics
Roses

More things, and much more on Jewellery, much much more. Be warned!

Spring #Innit ... a time of change

So Twitter says #Hashtags and @signs are passé and old hat, and they will go. I don't mind about losing the @sign, just type a name or use a dropdown, I can deal with that.  That reminds me of the old days when you had to use <b> to embolden a word, or <u> for underline was it?  In Wordperfect or Prime or Nixdorf? Yes I am that old! I barely remember now! So yes, we got rid of upfront HTML in word processing so it makes sense.  But I would miss the #Hashtag. Still, many of us don't use it in the way that Twitter does. Its a joke. That's the whole point. So #LongLiveTheHashtag.  And Twitter is eight years old - I wonder how anachronistic hashtags will seem in another eight years time!

Spring means a big change of course, and it's here now thank goodness.  Already the Snowdrops and Crocus are fading, some of the early Daffodils in the garden are already going over. The Hyacinths are out, and we await the Tulips, Forget-me-nots and Bluebells.  The dark red leaved Cherry, the loveliest of trees, has dropped nearly all its delicate pale pink petals now.  And glory of glories, the Magnolia has opened up at last. British Summer Time approaches fast! 

For so many weeks we watched the flood waters rise, with terrible consequences for so many. Now there is little evidence to be seen, apart from the towpath down by the bridge being covered in silty sludge and the water table still high, evident in some water meadows. The real consequences for so many people are hidden inside their houses, now being dried out and refurbished. Recovery will take time.   

This time of year brings many sad memories for me.  My Mum, Dad and Auntie all passed away in March and early April.  Its 'that time' when energy returns, or not. This week I went to the funeral of an old family friend. She lived a long life, full of joys and lots of hardship too.  We had kept in touch with her and were glad to hear from her son that those small acts of kindness, letters, photos, just keeping in touch, had been very welcome and supported her over the years. Those little things matter so much, letting someone know you care, if not spoken out loud, by just not letting go and abandoning them.

There were good things to remember at the funeral, old friends to reconnect with and time to remember the life we lived 30 years ago. For me, a moving moment was seeing the son of a friend, looking so like his Uncle who died tragically years back. Time became meaningless and for a fleeting moment he was standing in front of me again.

So excuse me if I am a little melancholy and reflective at the moment, it's that time of year. I am comforted by the thought of good days ahead, and I can carry with me the wonderful  memories of family and old friends. 

#SorryIfThatsAllABitWoollyAndTooFloweryThatsHowIAmFeelingRightNow