Tuesday, 18th November
The Imitation Game Spoiler Alert
On Saturday, all four of us went to the pictures to see a proper film. As a group, we have never seen a non-Pixar-type film at the cinema. Not that there is anything wrong with Pixar, but I thoroughly enjoyed this new experience and see it as us moving to a new level. I am looking forward to many more films. Bring it on.
The film was The Imitation Game. Benedict Cumberbatch plays yet another genius. It is about Alan Turing, a computer science pioneer, cracking so called uncrackable Nazi codes, which gave the Allies advance warning of bombing raids, and the like. Anyway, they had to allow some attacks to happen regardless, so the Nazis wouldn’t twig.
Today, it suddenly dawned on me that Coventry was one of the raids they knew was going to happen. I can’t stop thinking about this.
Sickeningly, after the war, Turin was chemically castrated by the Government. A year later he killed himself. ‘They’ think he shortened the war by two years.
The film is based on the biography Alan Turing: The Enigma by Andrew Hodges.
The letters were cut from Completely London and were drawn by Harry Malt, Debut Art.
Changing the subject completely, my two talented blog hop nominees have now hopped!
I like to make art from stuff nobody else wants. Stuff from the bin. Stuff with a secret history.
I absolutely never cut up books which could otherwise be read, or clothes which could otherwise be worn. Nor, do I erase the blemishes left by life. I cherish life’s blemishes.
A few years back, I bought six vintage linen napkins in a charity shop, for the meagre sum of two pounds. So far, I have turned three of my napkins into sewn diaries, using fast food leaflets, old magazines and books.
Each of my napkins represents a month, with a different entry for each day. For example, the day Lynda Bellingham died, I added the Oxo box from my kitchen cupboard.