Puzzled.

Puzzled

I’m discombobulated as to why anyone would choose puzzled as the word for today’s blog subject, but they have, so here goes.

Having reached the grand age of 66 I now realise I have become my father, I hear myself every day uttering phrases which he would have used and being puzzled and confused about the workings of the modern world.

There is not a day goes by where I don’t find myself watching the news on television with my mouth ajar wondering if what I have witnessed really can be true. Only this morning on a television discussion programme the subject of TV talent shows was mentioned and the host reeled of a list of shows as long as your arm, I had no idea there was such a plethora of the things.

I am puzzled as to why there are so many talent shows on television, let alone any at all and I have to admit I absolutely hate the things. The audience have to sit through some of the most dreadful acts I have ever had the misfortune to see and to cheer and encourage the most minimally talented of performers, finally resulting in some mediocre singer becoming a pop sensation for two or three months.

Modern life leaves me puzzled in so many ways, a Manchester art gallery has taken down a Victorian painting Hylas and the Nymphs by J W Waterhouse. The painting is of semi naked adolescent girls bathing in a pool, allegedly it was taken down in a move to encourage debate about how such images should be displayed in the modern age. In my opinion the painting should be displayed in exactly the same way as it was when first shown in 1896, you fix it to a wall in an art gallery and people walk by and look at it.

Having finished my blog today I shall now go to the other room where my children will be watching some dreadful American drama on the television, I shall be puzzled as to why?

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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