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'Nomadland,' Borat film, 'The Crown,' 'Schitt's Creek' win Golden Globes
Drama "Nomadland" and satire "Borat Subsequent Moviefilm" won movie honors at the Golden Globes on Sunday in a mostly virtual bicoastal ceremony that was marked by impassioned calls for more diversity and the dominance of Netflix.
"Nomadland," a moving drama about van dwellers in recession-hit America from Searchlight Pictures, also took the best director prize for Chinese-born Chloe Zhao. It made Zhao only the second woman to win at the Globes in that category, and the first woman director of Asian descent to win.
"For everyone who has gone through this difficult and beautiful journey at some point in their lives, this is for you," said Zhao.
"We don't say goodbye, we say see you down the road," she said, quoting a line from the movie.
The two wins for "Nomadland" increased the profile of the film ahead of nominations in March for the Oscars.
Sacha Baron Cohen, the creator of "Borat Subsequent Moviefilm" from Amazon Studios was named best comedy movie actor, while singer Andra Day was a surprise winner for her lead role in "The United States vs. Billie Holiday."
"Donald Trump is contesting the result!" Baron Cohen joked about the win for the "Borat" sequel, which was a satire on the America of the former U.S. president.
Netflix Inc's period drama "Mank," about "Citizen Kane" screenwriter Herman Mankiewicz, had gone into Sunday's show with a leading six nods but ended the night empty-handed.
Nevertheless, the streaming service was the biggest winner on Sunday, with four wins in the movie field and six for television, including best TV drama series "The Crown" and limited series chess saga "The Queen's Gambit."
The usual chummy gathering of A-listers at a gala dinner in Beverly Hills, California, was replaced by webcams in the homes of celebrities that were either dressed up or, like "Ted Lasso" star Jason Sudeikis, in casual garb.
Hosted by Tina Fey in New York and Amy Poehler in Beverly Hills, the small physical audiences were made up of masked frontline workers.
Peter Morgan, creator of "The Crown" said he missed being together. "I'm just sorry I am sitting here in my tragic little office and not surrounded by the people who make this show such a pleasure," Morgan said, appearing by video.
However, Jodie Foster, a best supporting actress winner for the Guantanamo prison legal drama "The Mauritanian," told reporters backstage that she felt it was one of the best Golden Globe shows ever.
"It didn't feel like it was filled with so much artifice," said Foster.
Emotional high points included a posthumous best actor award for Chadwick Boseman, who died at age 43 last August from an undisclosed battle with cancer.
"He would say something beautiful," said his widow Simone Ledward Boseman, as she fought back tears. "I don't have his words."
British actors Daniel Kaluuya and John Boyega were among other Black winners chosen by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association (HFPA), which has been lambasted in recent days for having no Black people among its 87 members.
"Soul," the first Pixar movie to have a Black character in the lead, was named best animated movie and won best score.
The HFPA was the target of jokes and comments throughout the night. "We all know awards shows are stupid," said Fey. "Even in stupid things, inclusivity is important and there are no Black members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association."
Members of the HFPA appeared briefly on Sunday's show and pledged to do better.
Jane Fonda, 83, used her lifetime achievement acceptance speech to make the case for elevating all voices in Hollywood, saying that stories "really can change people."
Wonder Woman: God of Nothing (Volume 3, Issue 1)
Obediently responding, as if scripted, dozens of birds fluttered out of the dense thicket and into the air. Diana’s grip tightened around Circe’s spear that, over a year and a half ago, had been buried in her chest.
“I know you’re here, Barbara.”
She carefully removed her cloak and wiped her shoulders and arms with it before draping it over a tree branch. Silently, she stepped backwards, kneeling and then sliding onto her stomach so she was hiding in a bush. It only took a matter of seconds, and then in a flash of claws, a snarling figure tore through the cloak.
Diana lunged forward with a yell and the spear made contact, slicing open what she knew to be The Cheetah’s shoulder. The animalistic woman snarled in response and, using her prehensile tail, seized the weapon. They engaged in a brief tug-of-war before Diana headbutted her part-feline enemy, then winced. No tiara. She still wasn’t used to that. Naturally, Barbara wasn’t as stunned as she might have been, and with her catlike agility, she leapt over Diana’s shoulders and twisted her into a knot-like chokehold.
“This time I’m ready, Diana,” she hissed mockingly. “Time and time again we have fought. I know your moves better than you do.”
Her tongue flickered out and Diana reflexively moved her head in disgust.
“Time and time again,” the warrior said, looking around calmly, even as the air began to leave her body, “you lose!”
Diana simply charged forward, the mutated woman still on her back, before jumping into a front flip with a yell. She landed on her back and, by extension, Barbara, with an awful crack. The Cheetah recovered quickly and pounced into a handspring, claws extended. Diana grabbed her outstretched arm, swung her around, and ended her flight with a tree trunk. She kicked the spear into her hand and pinned Cheetah’s tail to the ground. The furry woman screamed in agony and Diana swatted away her desperate clawed swipe, pinning her down.
“Why do you keep trying, Barbara? You know all I have to offer is pain.”
Barbara opened her mouth and Diana rocketed a punch into her face. The Cheetah’s head snapped to the side, a line of red down the side of her jaw, dazed. Diana grabbed the spear and swung it above her head, gripping it with both hands. She hesitated, then scowled grimly.
“A warrior’s death, Barbara. No one could ask for better.”
The spear plunged downwards, singing through the air. It changed its tune as it was spun out of Diana’s grasp with a ricochet, landing half a dozen feet away.
“DIANA! What the fuck are you doing?”
Steve lowered his rifle and sprinted forwards, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. She let him.
“This is the fifth attack in as many months, Steve. We need to put her down.”
“No! What, are you crazy? No. We’ve been over this.”
“I don’t care that it’s not her fault. I don’t care what Circe’s promised her. That witch is exploiting a loophole, and...and it’s cowardly.”
“What’s cowardly is trying to kill a defeated opponent. A hurt opponent. Who was once your friend.”
“We weren’t friends.”
“You weren’t enemies. She needs help, not an...execution.”
“Is this your definition of help?” Diana asked with a raised eyebrow, pointing behind Steve. He turned and saw miles of forest. No Cheetah.
“We should have killed her.”
“We should not. What’s-”
He didn’t finish the thought - “what’s wrong with you?” because he knew what was wrong. He simply sighed and turned to Diana, extending a finger.
“Capture, not kill. Next time we deal with her, you make sure she doesn’t get away, NOTHING MORE. Was she smarter this time?”
“She’s been smarter every time.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“It’s not a no.”
“So she’s continuing to evolve.”
“If we’re lucky, she’ll have reached the stone age the next time she comes for us.”
“Diana, come on. Do you...do you not miss what you used to be? At the very least, you, you, you used to hope that one day, she could be better, you knew she could be better. You had faith in her, Diana.”
Diana stared after her opponent.
“Faith is a privilege.” she sighed before rapidly retrieving her spear and sliding it onto a strap on her backpack. She donned her tattered cloak before turning back to a worried Steve.
“Are you with me?”
“Always. But that doesn’t mean I can’t call you on your bull. In fact, it’s my responsibility. Someone’s got to.”
“It doesn’t have to be you.”
“Well, it is.”
“I can change that.”
She let that hang in the air before turning abruptly and walking off. Steve didn’t act like he wasn’t hurt. He slung the rifle onto his shoulder and trudged after a quickly-moving Diana. This wasn’t the woman he’d come to love - the woman he’d known for her resilience, her heart, her passion, her strength - but he had learned from her; taken these very attributes and forged them for himself.
Diana was right. Faith was a privilege. It was a privilege she had earned long ago from him, and as long as there was life in his breast, he would follow her to the ends of the earth and farther to help her set things right. It had been a harder task than he had first anticipated, though.
Diana carried a tremendous burden with her - the burden of guilt. Not just for the lives lost on Themyscira, that much was evident, but something else, something that had nearly broken her. Even now, the weight was clearly unbearable to her. Steve hadn’t seen her sleep for more than one or two hours at a time for nearly a year. Oftentimes he woke and saw her staring at the stars, her thoughts miles away as quiet waves lapped at the shore of whatever exotic location they were journeying through - and the list was long. For the past year or so, give or take, the pair of them had been scouring the globe somewhat fruitlessly for various mythical artifacts to aid them in their crusade to reclaim Themyscira.
Their current objective was something with much more potential than their previous endeavours, something that Hippolyta had seen with her own eyes long ago. They did, unfortunately, need outside assistance to locate it, a phenomenon that had, for Diana, become increasingly costly and frustrating. She impatiently brushed aside a branch to reveal a great valley, one with hundreds of rudimentary buildings jutting out of the sides and thickly dotting the bottom of the deep vale.
It was the Lost City of Paititi - but the name meant nothing to Diana, and nor did the city itself. Only one of these buildings was of any interest to her, and she and Steve took about an hour to find their way through the winding maze of homes, populated with happy families and waving locals. Steve waved back.
A curtain of beads was of no import to an impatient Amazon, and Diana moved through it without so much as ducking, raising a hand, or blinking, before dropping her backpack on the floor. A yelp sounded from the bed and a local girl looked up, eyes wide, before rushing off. A pasty rear rose from the throng of sheets, as if surveilling, moving about as its owner scrounged for modesty. It spoke. The owner, not the rear.
“Do you mind?”
“I have what you want.” Diana sighed.
“What I need, you mean.”
“All you need is blunt force trauma,” Steve said impatiently.
“Got plenty of that, love.”
“I’m not your love.”
“Well, I’m not yours either, so that’s a relief.”
John Constantine rose from the tangled bedsheets that he had been so hyper-verbally squirming in, a blanket around his waist, and thrust his hand into the backpack. The brightly-colored snake he withdrew snapped at him several times and he muttered a quick incantation. A slit opened in his bare chest and he quickly tossed the snake in, before tracing his finger up the seam. It closed with the movement, and he nodded gratefully.
“Alright, darling. What are we looking for this time?”
“The Helm of Darkness.”
“Created before the first Titanic War.”
“It’s in the name. Helmet-sized.”
“I don’t know,” Diana said impatiently, “It’s a piece of metal molded to fit a head.”
“Most helmets are,” John cooed distractedly, digging into the pockets of his trench coat, hung over the low rafters of the cottage.
He withdrew some red gravel and scattered it in a circle on the floor before squirting some foul-smelling liquid from a leather pouch onto it. Steve and Diana groaned in what was practically unison and he waved them off, muttering something in Latin. The gravel dissolved into red smoke that Constantine promptly sniffed into his nostrils, before coughing up about half of it. He opened his eyes, his pupils yellow, and held his hands up.
“I see...a cave.”
“Is that it?”
“It’s a big cave. Quiet.”
“You couldn’t have gotten Madame Xanadu?” Steve whispered to Diana. She shot him a look.
“I see...a giant. He’s got a pile of riches. Ooh, that’s a pretty-”
“The, uh, helmet is there. Shit, it’s starting to fade. The giant - hang on, he’s turning, he’s turning…”
His eyes shot open and he put his head to his temples, wincing.
“Well, that’s interesting. If my history is correct, that was the cyclops Polygamy.”
Diana stared at him blankly for a second.
“Polyphemus, you mean.”
“Yes! Him, that.”
She sighed and smoothed her unwashed hair back.
“Always a pleasure, love,” Constantine called after them.
“Never once,” she snapped, pointing a finger without looking, “has it been a pleasure.”
“Who’s Polyphemus?” Steve asked, struggling yet again to keep up without breaking into a jog.
“A particularly famous cyclops. You have heard of Odysseus?”
“Odysseus and his crew were stranded on his island and the giant began to eat them. They were forced to drive a flaming post into his eye in order to escape. Mother told me that since then he had become deranged, hoarding anything that washed up on his shores in the hopes that something would restore his eyesight.”
Her voice did not crack or waver upon mentioning Hippolyta. After all, it had been a year and a half. But it did harden.
“I do not know how he has gotten his hands on Hades’ helmet. But fortunately, I know where he lives.”
“Agent Prince, Agent Trevor. DZ approaching. In 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Go, go, go.”
Diana leapt from the stealth jet, Steve doing the same a split second afterwards as he fumbled with his parachute straps. They were invisible against the night sky, but their target wasn’t. The Cyclopean Isles looked grainy and tough from above - almost as if a large chunk of cement or gravel had been flung into the sea by an angry god.
Any semblance of stealth disappeared as Diana landed on one knee at the top of the island’s highest peak. She had no need for a stabilizing roll, let alone a parachute. Steve wrestled with the night winds above the mountain before detaching his chute. He plummeted the last twenty feet, arms and legs flailing, before Diana caught him. She cocked an eyebrow.
“That’s a new strategy.”
“I knew you’d catch me.”
She dropped him on his rear and he groaned. They made their way down the treacherous slope and walked around the entirety of the island, finding exactly zero caves. After an hour or so, Steve looked at Diana.
“What are we missing?”
She was lost in frustrated thought, a muscle pulsing in her jaw.
“What are we missing?”
“I’m trying to figure that out. The cave...it’s supposed to…”
There was a crack between the rocks that Steve was sitting on. She peered into it briefly, drumming her fingers against her head. Something dawned on her and she walked to the edge of the island, looking off the cliff into the quietly lapping sea, the moon reflected in its unbroken surface.
“Steve. Come over here.”
He rose with a grunt, arms folded, and scowled at the ocean.
“Hold your breath.”
She grabbed him around the waist and they fell into the surf. With one or two of Diana’s powerful kicks, they were some fifty feet below the waterline, and Diana’s enhanced vision allowed her to spot a crevasse in the underwater section of the island. She shot forward and both of them flew the rock crack and into what was revealed to be an air pocket. Steve winced in pain and clambered off of Diana. He put his fingers to his ears and they came away bloody.
“Aaaagh, Jesus, Diana. Humans aren’t built to go that deep that quickly.”
She turned to him and he saw a glimpse of horror and shame that was almost instantly replaced by a determined frown.
“We’re here now. This could be a turning point for us. That’s what matters. Come.”
Diana extended her hand and Steve took it - unwaveringly, she noticed. They made their way up the damp, narrow passage, and this eventually evolved into climbing.
“How could any Cyclops fit through this?” Steve griped, as he was showered once again in dust and dirt.
“I don’t think this is the main entrance. I don’t...know where this leads.”
“Lovely,” Steve grunted as he hit his head. Diana put out a hand and he walked into it, doubling his misery. She pointed and he turned to look.
A curtain of stalactites and mites separated them from a vast chamber, one hewn from stone. A pile of pelts and waterlogged rugs formed a twenty-five-foot-long bed, but what really dominated the cave was a wealth of gold, jewels, various other precious metals, and then various items such as chunks from ships. Steve stared, jaw agape, but Diana was more focused on the bed.
“Mother always said he was twice the size of an Amazon.”
“Well, you’re taller than me.”
“Not by a lot. He’s got to be at least triple your size.”
Diana then got an up-close and personal look at Polyphemus’ stature as his massive palm thrust through the wall and drew her out. She yelled in shock, then in anger, and headbutted him in the forehead. Both parties yelled again, both in pain, but he recovered quicker, tossed her in the air, and slapped her against the wall. Before she could fall, he grabbed her ankle and swung her into the ceiling before bashing her into the ground again.
“Hey! HEY!” Steve yelled, drawing his pistol. He fired off the contents of his magazine, counting a dozen hits to the giant’s center of mass, but the lumbering creature did nothing more than yell in annoyance. He turned, dropping a dazed Diana, and moved ungracefully towards the soldier.
Steve backed up fast, ending up against a wall, holding his breath. Polyphemus tilted his head, listening, and his face was shown for the first time to Steve. His face was marred by an ugly scar, his teeth yellowed and rotting, sparse hair damp and plastered against his head. Of course, though, the main attraction was his eye. It was milky and threaded with streaks of blood, and it dripped something viscous and foul.
“Whooo...are you?” the cyclops breathed. “Haave you retuuhhrned to torment meee, Nohbuhdy?” His voice was guttural and draggy, more of a prolonged, feral croak. Steve didn’t say anything, choosing instead to slip his hand into his pocket to try and retrieve another magazine. The eye was a tantalizing target - if only in the violent sense - and possibly their best chance at escape.
Steve spared a glance at Diana. She was attempting to get up, her arms and legs failing her. His gaze wandered to the pile of treasures and cloaked figure behind her, even as his fingers drew back his gun’s slide slowly, slowly, and
The slide shot back forward out of his suddenly petrified fingers with a loud “CLAK” and Polyphemus roared in triumph. He swept forward and dashed Steve to the ground with a mighty sweep. Steve, being of human composition, tumbled over and hit his head against a rock. Polyphemus raised his foot for a crunching stomp, but Diana leapt up with a shout and forced her arms around his vast neck, tipping him backwards with a roar.
She pulled her short sword out and drove it into his back several times, spraying the walls with blood. The cyclops reached over his shoulder with one hand and around his back with the other, clawing frantically in agony. He slammed into every surface in sight, Diana clinging on for dear life, before tipping his entire body forward and sending her sailing through the air. With speed unbecoming of his enormous size, he caught her out of the air, mid-panicked-yell and began to squeeze. Diana choked and writhed as something popped and her face turned red.
Then somehow she was on the ground, and the cyclops was being forced back with a strange yet familiar voice.
“Beast, away! Stand back!”
Diana opened her eyes to see a searing light, and, as her gaze focused, saw a burst of absolute energy being directed at the giant, who was fending off this new and strange attack with his forearm, an appendage that was currently being burnt to a crisp.
“I wish you no harm, creature! Yield and cease your attack and we can converse.”
“I YIELD!” The cyclops bellowed repeatedly, pained and with tortured panic. The cloaked figure wrestled with the beam of light, sending it in a line up against the cave roof, before it was suddenly dormant, and this stranger sank to one knee, wielding a wooden staff.
Diana rose to one knee and discreetly snuck a look at the pile of plunder. The Helm of Darkness was perched comfortably on the top, and she placed her hand on it tentatively. Nothing happened. She took it in one hand and suddenly it was wrenched from her grasp by an unseen force. It flew to the cloaked figure and, even through the whirl of semi-consciousness, she suddenly remembered where she had heard his voice.
“Listen now, beast. The facts are thus. I am the rightful owner of this weapon. It was forged for me and it was lost by me in a battle your mind simply could not comprehend. As such, it is mine to take and take it I will. However, if you provide no strife for me, I will make a gift for you: temporary usage of the Golden Fleece. Its healing powers are legend, and you have, no doubt, heard of its perch upon the most luxuriant of trees in all of Olympus. Upon restoration of my Godhood I will bring it here and restore your eyesight. There are conditions, of course, that I will present along with the gift.”
“You have no alternative. If you desire to reject my generous offer, your life is forfeit. Do not presume that simply because my Godhood has been stripped from me I am a weakling. Monster, I can and will dispatch you in ways most gruesome and undignified. Remember that thanks to hideous misfortune, you are my blood. Nephew, you would be well advised to accept this accord. Do not waste this second chance.”
The creature stared without seeing, half cringing, before nodding begrudgingly. The Stranger turned abruptly and walked to Diana. Every movement of his was regal. He flicked his hood off, revealing his slightly worn, certainly unkempt, but still-familiar identity to her.
“The Cheetah failed in his mission, milady.”
“Send her after them again,” Circe snapped. “And again, and again, and again, until she gets the job done.”
“It will be a while. She needs time to lick her wounds. Literally.”
The Queen of the Amazons looked up at Ares impatiently.
“Do you find this funny, peon?”
Circe tightened her fist, which pulsed with purple energy, and the God’s skin seemed to shimmer and flow like a liquid. Wordlessly, he sank to a knee, every muscle tensed.
“You will regret this,” he said calmly, voice strained, as if he were reading off a grocery list. “Your death will be painful. This is merely temporary.”
“Let me teach you about pain,” Circe said, and the magic glowed stronger.
Ebike on a bridge
A photo I took of my ebike conversion for the r/ebikes subreddit, where photos of ebikes on bridges is some kind of tradition.
This is the Giant Sedona DX I bought new in 2004, but didn't get a lot of use until late in 2019 when I began riding to and from work, about 7½ miles each way. It was a nice ride, but I lived up in the hills, and to make the final climb a little easier I bought a TSDZ2 kit with a 52v 40amp 14AH batter and charger from Electrify Bike Co. The conversion was easy enough, though of course not as easy as I expected (I had to re-route the rear derailleur cable, etc), but the result was incredible. I no longer had to dread that final hill at the end of the day.
I have since moved much closer to work, but now that the days are getting longer I'm back riding the ebike daily. The motor conversion really makes riding a pleasure, one I look forward to every day.
For my bag, which carries my lunch and in summer holds my work clothes since I have to change after my ride, I attached a plywood board to my luggage rack, and covered it with hook and loop (velcro). The bottom of the duffel bad is also covered with mating hook and loop material. This arrangement securely holds the duffel bag without the need for straps.
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If you'd like to know what I am wearing, you can either leave me a message on Flickr, either throw me a shout on SL (ShirleyM McLaglen).
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If you'd like to know what I am wearing, you can either leave me a message on Flickr, either throw me a shout on SL (ShirleyM McLaglen).
I was too lazy to list everything at this time 😛
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Blue is my favorite colour
What can I say I just love to sleep
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An absolute corona safe pleasure on the way home... Shell, Islev.
An absolute corona safe pleasure on the way home... Shell, Islev.
Once again, it was a great pleasure working with amazing celebrity singer Avraam Russo on his new unique project. Incredible talent and great personality!
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The Lockdown Diary - the Final Chapter?
I've been rather too slack in admiring and commenting on your work recently. Apologies for that; normal service will be resumed shortly. The excuse for this failure on my part? Unseasonably good weather. The last four days have been still and sunny, not at all what we're used to at the end of February. More often than not we're cowering from the volley of brutal storms that mark the closing weeks of winter at this time of year. I've even unzipped my down filled coat more than once during our gentle strolls along the daily circuit. It really has been rather lovely.
On Friday we extended the loop as far as the mine workings, something we could do because I'd taken a long weekend. We sat in the sun eating trail bars in front of the lone chimney stack that towers over what was once Poldice Mine. We'd noticed for the first time ever that those ubiquitous yellow blooms on the gorse that fills every patch of wasteland in these parts smells of coconut sunscreen oil. Evidently, neither of us had bothered to take an up close sniff before now. I'd trained my all too rarely used Sigma Art lens on the new catkins that tell us Spring is close at hand, and we idled happily through the enormous puddles that the recently departed rains had left behind. We stopped before the huge oak tree beside the path to admire its almost perfect symmetry once more, as I wondered when I might photograph it again. On a gorgeous day like this, stolen from winter's icy grasp, you can't help but feel serene; especially when the weekend still lies ahead of you.
As the sun sunk below the treeline of the Estate to the west we found ourselves among the tall beech trees of Scorrier Wood. We've passed through here almost every day these past two months, usually with a mild sense of urgency because I have to return to my makeshift desk in the kitchen for the afternoon session of servitude in front of the computer. But today, as the working week drew to its close we were able to stop and listen for more than just a few fleeting moments. A riot of sound raced down to us from the branches above. I'd love to tell you which of the many songs belonged to which species, but I'd be making it up. In the twilight all we could see was the occasional outline of something small and feathered, flitting from one perch to the next. Somewhere in the middle ground the repeated drilling sound of a woodpecker added percussion to the symphony. We sat on the trunk of a fallen tree and listened to the evening chorus at length. It was a glorious moment with which to complete an afternoon of simple pleasures. As we sat in the forest surrounded by the perfection of nature I ramped up the ISO in the fading light for one more handheld picture.
In a week from now the restrictions in the UK will begin to ease and I will be forced to spend most of my waking hours listening to the rather less enjoyable sound of thousands of adolescents outside my window at work. If the Government have got it right then I won't be working from home again after Friday. Although we'll still come here often, it won't be every day and we'll soon be spreading our own wings a little further as we can begin to travel slightly further afield again. But this image will always remind me of these strange times and the magic that can still be found if you just look and listen for it.
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Aslef diary. November 16th- 29th 1986
This was a typical two weeks work as a second man based at Tyne Yard at the time.
The work was mostly locally based around Tyneside during these weeks with a trip to York during both weeks.
Of note is Wednesday 19th when the late Eddie Gilbert and I hauled 43159 with 47095 as far as York.
The following November 43159 paired with 43102 achieved the World Speed record for unmodified diesel traction reaching 148mph descending Stoke bank on the ECML .
Swallwell coal exchange sidings in West Gateshead were to close within two years .
Gateshead freight ( TCFD) limped on another few more years closing in the early 1990's. The Leamside branch closed to normal traffic in 1991.
The variety of traction was usual for that time. 31's 37's 47's being most common to work on for us based at Tyne Yard.
The vast majority of the drivers were passed on class 45's. However the class only appeared sporadically by that time.
Class 56's were still relatively new to the depot with most of the drivers having passed on them in 1984-85. I was to drive 56079 and 56108 regularly on MGR traffic in the NE during the years 1993-1998.
All were decent blokes to work with. My personal favourite was Eddie Gilbert. He was a former Blaydon depot fireman , starting as an engine cleaner with LNER in 1941.
He regularly used to tell me of his time working the scenic rural Border Counties branch to Riccarton jct during the 1940's and 50's. He said that was his best time on the railway. He could name all the stations in order, who the regular station masters were and many signalmen who worked the branch too.
Eddie was a true Gentleman. It was a pleasure coming to work knowing I would be Ed's second man.
Sadly "Blue suede shoes" Eddie passed away over twenty years ago now. RIP and respect Mate.
Sadly all of the other senior drivers named in these two pages have since passed away with old age or age related conditions.
As I've mentioned before when i was a second man the vast majority of drivers I worked with were old enough to be my Grandad . All I would hear was talk of pensions and lump sums,,, not something that a teenage me at the time had any interest in!
Thank you!!! it's a pleasure to work for you kisses.
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