вторник, 24 июля 2012 г.

Trevalogue


Situated in the south-eastern corner of England, and within easy reach of London, the counties of Kent and Sussex provide between them the pleasantest countryside and the most convenient stretch of coastline for anyone wishing to explore the surroundings of the capital. In many ways very different from each other, containing as they do a wealth of varied scenery, villages, towns and architecture, they're geographically united by the Weald, a great stretch of what was formerly forest land, that runs westward from the heart of Kent, through Sussex almost to the borders of Hampshire. This inland plain, once a ridge of chalk upland, but now eroded, is largely denuded of the trees — mainly oaks — which covered it so densely during the Middle Ages, and which were a seemingly inexhaustible source of timber until they succumbed in later centuries to the charcoal burner and the builder. Known by the Saxons as "Andred", this forest was penetrated by few tracks until Elizabethan times, and it did much to isolate the ancient kingdom of the South Saxons, as well as parts of Kent, from the rest of the country.
Countryside
To the south, the Weald is bounded by the majestic sweep of the South Downs, the rolling chalk hills which curve in from the far west to terminate on the Sussex coast in the magnificent cliffs, five hundred feet high, which plunge into the sea at Beachy Head, near Eastbourne. And from their many vantage-points on a clear day may be seen the hills forming the northern boundary of the Weald — the North Downs, which in their turn conclude as the White Cliffs of Dover.

Not least of the delights which Kent and Sussex have to offer the visitor are the many villages and small towns which dot the plain of the Weald and nestle in the downland valleys. In Kent, these villages are typically scattered through the hop-fields and orchards which form such a prominent feature of this "garden of England". Some of the more famous Kentish villages are Brenchley, with its weatherboarded houses, Cobham with its palace, Ightham with its mansion surrounded by a moat, and such places as Eynsford, Hollingbourne, Goudhurst and Tenterden. In Sussex, sheltered by the northern slopes of the South Downs, may be found a cluster of villages and small market towns which for secluded old-world charm are scarcely to be rivalled in the length and breadth of England. Chief among these, and set in a gentle countryside of meadowland and meandering streams, criss-crossed by hedge-lined lanes which seem to have little idea of where they are going, is Alfriston, with its ancient church, its picturesque inns, once the haunt of smugglers, and its famous market cross. But also worthy of exploration are many more, including Amberley, Graffham, Midhurst, Poynings and Wilmington.

понедельник, 23 июля 2012 г.

Relative values: Stephen Fry (part 1)



I lived in fear of my father until I was about eighteen, fear of the eyebrow and the sniff. In public I had to swallow twice, then cough, and the voice would come out all croaky whenever I tried to speak in his presence. It was very hard to prove myself because he did tend to frown at anything I did with any degree of competence, like learning the entire Guinness Book of Records by heart.

Relative values
 The television used to be in my father’s study, so I'd have to sneak in when he wasn't there. I think he found my addiction annoying because, as a child, he'd had a phenomenal range of interests, like building speedboats and stripping down motorbikes. Although I was an indiscriminate viewer, I did always want to be part of television. I was an insomniac as an adolescent and I spent a lot of time listening to the BBC World Service. I'm sure that's how I came by my rather strange voice.
Mу father is a great problem-solver. Just belore I was about to sit my maths O-level he found out I could barely add up; I simply hadn't grasped the principles. So he set out to solve the problem of my number blindness, and within a week we were doing things that would have been part of the A-level syllabus.
He balled me out for the minor things, like watching too much television and my messy bedroom, but the big things were always a matter for serious talks. To their eternal credit my parents were much more concerned about my happiness and state of mind than whether or not I was embarrassing their friends.

пятница, 20 июля 2012 г.

Relative values: Stephen Fry (Part 2)


After I'd left my last school, I pinched a wallet full of credit cards and went ape-shit in about five different counties. The police eventually caught up with me in Swindon. I was given two years' probation, and served a couple of months at a prison called Pucklechurch in Avon. After public school, it was a breeze. Prison turned a corner for me. I enrolled at a sixth form college in Norwich, and went on to sit the Cambridge entrance exam. I won a scholarship.
We do talk and argue all the time when we're together, but now we have quite civilised arguments about the art of science and the science of art.
I do hope he derives some enjoyment from my work. Our relationship is still spiky enough for me not to get many signs that he does. He has always worked phenomenally hard, sometimes even on Christmas Day. While he's not poor, I do feel guilty that the rewards for what I do are so much greater than his, and I'm aware of the absurdity of the recognition for flinging your face around.
It's a splendid marriage, they adore each other, and I've never known them have a cross word. I'd never had to deal with people openly rowing in public. I think sex is terribly stupid, but I now think marriage is actually rather a good idea.
He's rarely given me advice, it's mostly been by example. He is always polite to people, giving them his full attention. Both my parents have a gentleness and fundamental decency which I'm proud of.

среда, 18 июля 2012 г.

Relative values: Alan Fry (Part 1)


I don't think Stephen and I have ever agreed about anything. We've always had a turbulent relationship. I was conscious in his early years of getting in his way because I've always had a big spread of interests; everywhere Stephen looked, there was father telling him how to do it.
When Stephen was small he did virtually nothing except glue himself to the television set while our other children were out and about, doing things. On a fine summer's day he'd draw the curtains and frowst away six inches in front of the black and white screen. As a result he has an encyclopaedic knowledge of films and television from the Sixties.
Relative values
 We were always trying to cajole him into doing things is ordinary little boys did, blissfully unaware that ordinary little boy he was not. When he was about 13 he announced that he wasn't going to marry because it was silly, that he was going to be a writer, and that he'd always have plenty of money. As I was struggling to pay his school fees at the time, I was very cross indeed.
For a variety of reasons he left most of the schools he ever set foot in, which was distressing for his mother and me because we very much wanted him to fulfill whatever it was he had in him. Although we're very different, we both find it difficult to conform; I was never any good at working under people. Stephen found at school that he didn't like being forced into this mould of schoolboy. His mother always had a simple faith in him. that he'd turn out all right in the end; I suppose I didn't really.
In the times when he'd come home from school, we were virtually running a mini-school, in which I taught him maths and physics and a bit of French, and his mother, who is a historian, taught him that.

вторник, 17 июля 2012 г.

Relative values: Alan Fry (part 2)


He has a phenomenal memory, just staggering. Also, everything he does is highly original and unexpected. After we'd had one almighty row about something terribly important, like the state of his room, I noticed the house seemed oddly silent and it soon became apparent that Stephen was no longer there. At about ten o'clock that evening, we had a call from the Norfolk and Norwich Hospital saying they had a young man they believed was my son, suffering from loss of memory! He'd walked to Norwich, about ten miles, spent the afternoon watching colour television in the Royal Hotel, and then at about six o'clock, wandered into the casualty department of this hospital, holding his head and saying: ‘I don't know who I am.' I arrived there to find this huge for m on a trolley, overlapping at either end, moaning gently, and claiming not to know who I was.
It's a big and complex mind, and it would diminish my son to say that I understood him. He's not secretive exactly, but he is strangely private. One sees that paradox in a lot of people who tramp the boards; out of the limelight they tend to be private and shy. We don't agree about alternative comedy; I like my comedy to be bland and untroubling, just to sit there and chuckle. But we both adore John Cleese. I roll about at Fowlty Towers and Michael Frayn's play Noises Off made my ribs ache.
I sometimes feel like saying to him, ‘Stop doing this pappy and ephemeral stuff on the box and get down to some serious writing’, but it's not really any of my business. It's just that I feel he spends a lot of energy doing things that aren't worthy of him.
At an early age one puts ones father on a pedestal; it's not until much later on that one discovers what feet of clay the old fellow really has. Stephen was perhaps a little slower in his disillusionment than he ought to have been. I'm sure if I were attacked he’d be a tiger unleashed in my defence and vice versa. Basically, he's very generous and kind Everybody likes him.

Describe your ideal house

The first priority is its position. It must be overlooking the sea. Without this, die house, however perfect, could not be ideal.

Ideal House
The house itself would be modern and spacious. The principal room would have a high ceiling and it would be painted in pale colours to give the effect of space. One side of the room would be made of glass so that, I could look at the sea, and outside there would be a terrace where we could eat on summer evenings. In addition, the room would have a polished wooden floor with exquisite Persian rugs scattered around. The dominant features in the room would be an open fire for cooler evenings and a large table where 1 could sear at least eight people for dinner. Apart from that, the only other essentials in the room are plants - lots of large, healthy green plants. Besides being a room where I could entertain, it would also be the room where I would relax and contemplate the magnificent scenery.

I'd like the kitchen to have a tiled floor and, needless to say, there would be plenty of space. I'm not that particular about having all the latest electrical gadgets - I would get far greater pleasure from having traditional cooking utensils around than from switching on the latest wondertoy.

The other room downstairs would be a work room. Here I could set up my pottery with a wheel, kiln and space for all the equipment. Just as my living room would have a large window overlooking the sea, so my workroom would have a similar view which would inspire me.

From the living room a spiral staircase would lead up to the first floor. Here you would find die bedrooms and bathrooms. The floor would be carpeted throughout. The main bedroom would be slightly bigger than the others and would have its own bathroom. I know carpet is not half as convenient as tiles in a bathroom but still I would prefer something soft underfoot. In common with the rest of the house, the first floor rooms would be painted in pale colors.

Last but not least, music. I'd like there to be a music system which could be heard in even- room in the house if and when required. These are some of the features of my ideal house.

понедельник, 16 июля 2012 г.

Theme: homes

Steve and Rebecca were not well-off but they managed to save enough money to get a mortgage on a house which needed a lot doing to it. After moving into thier new house, they has central heating put in and felt very cosy for the first time. Unfortunately, one problem remained - some of their old furniture was too big to fit into the small rooms. Steve was very reluctant to get rid of it but finally he gave in. One day, Steve bumped into an old friend, Jane, who was into antiques, and he asked her to come and have a look at their stuff.

New House
Jane couldn't believe her eyes when she saw their wardrobe - it was a sixteenth century antique worth thousands of pounds. At first they couldn't take in what she was saying but then they realised that, if they sold it, they could at last afford to renovate the house exactly as they wanted to. Jane talked them into letting her sell it for them and they began to plan their dream house.

Jane spent the next week looking into the history of the wardrobe and then took it to an auction in London. There it sold to an American collector for ₤50,000. Ironically, Rebecca and Steve realised that they could now afford to move into a larger house where they would need larger furniture!