I was sorry to hear that Ray Sawyer died today. He was 81, which seems almost impossible when you think back to his image in earlier days.
Having been a great fan of Dr Hook & the Medicine Show decades ago, I liked both Dennis Locorriere and Ray. Both had gorgeous voices. Very different voices, but which made Dr Hook what they were.
I have always loved the solo album Ray recorded back then, even if in later years I was concerned about his view of women. But I decided you can like someone’s singing, and the song [the music] but still disagree with how women were portrayed in those songs.
I particularly like The One I’m Holding Now, while it illustrates what I say above.
What kind of writing is this? Meant to be cute and Christmassy. I get that. But it was so poor it even made Gibbs looks good. I couldn’t work out why it was so weak, apart from the plot, until it occurred to me that where they used to ‘show’ they now ‘tell.’ And that’s not what a top television show does.
OK, we had a newborn baby. Sweet. And Torres and Bishop got to do the parenting bit, giving each other eyes. Gibbs and Sloane turned into grandparents, and Palmer and McGee showed the world how to change a nappy and swaddle a baby.
But, even if having a baby adopted is best for the baby – which I don’t agree with – I don’t feel a television show like NCIS should preach this message to its vast audience. Nor should agents at NCIS tell someone adoption is for the best, whatever their own experience might be.
Palmer and Kasie telling each other about homelessness and veterans of wars deserving better? Very true, but should have been shown, rather than have them discourse on the matter, explaining away. Are audiences supposed to be that stupid then?
Were we not told that Kasie was a very experienced forensic scientist, when she first turned up? Now we suddenly find she was busy dropping out of grad school a year ago. They could have placed her personal trauma a little further into the past, and it would still have worked.
But I suppose all is well that ends well? Baby Cody-Logan-Luke has new parents and Gibbs and Sloane look all lovey-dovey.
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Well, that’s what we needed in a cold and dreary December!
After an uncomfortably long break from Bull, there was some pre-Christmas cheer. Not too much, but enough to convey hope. And that’s with them tackling US immigration policies. I could see it had to come, but couldn’t quite see how you’d get a decent outcome without distorting reality.
Two stories that ended up a lot closer to each other than you might have thought to begin with. The main characters were sympathetic people; the official ones less so.
Warming to Gabriel even more. The question is whether he’s a keeper, or if he’s done his bit by now. Bull’s employees don’t have marvellous track records where partners are concerned.
But it was at least a little bit Miracle on 34th Street.
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Anne Hegerty has left – by which I mean she was voted off – I’m a celebrity get me out of here. I’m glad I didn’t start watching the programme on the basis that Anne wouldn’t last long and surely I could invest a few hours watching.
She lasted and I wouldn’t have, even from the comfort of my own living room. I’m pleased Anne did so well, and hoped she’d go on to win. After all, who wants John Barrowman to be successful yet again?
(I won’t mention the other contestants, because I’ve not heard of them.)
Never having watched these celebrities compete, I have no idea what they actually do in the jungle. Possibly neither do real viewers. There’s no guarantee what you see is what happened.
I learned of Anne’s freedom on Facebook this morning, and felt both relieved and sad. A couple of weeks is a long time to go silent on social media.
Hoping to find out more, I Googled, but the stuff I found in the tabloid press made me blush. It also left me no better informed than when I started.
What makes me especially happy, is that Anne picked up new fans for doing so well among the creepy-crawlies, and that by setting a good example she has become a role model for others on the autism spectrum. For me that was an unexpected bonus of this spectacle, but if I’d stopped to consider it, I shouldn’t have been surprised. The jungle reaches further than The Chase.
On that basis I’m terribly grateful to Anne for suffering for the many, and showing the rest of the world what is possible.