What ho, world. Blessay or blissertation number three coming up in a moment. It has taken me a little longer than I had hoped to furnish the site with its third upload. There are reasons and I shall go through them quickly.
Why So Late? My first blog entry, Devices and Desires (see below) went some way towards expressing my extreme passion for things digital. It resulted in a very charming enquiry from the Guardian newspaper in London. Would I be interested in providing a weekly column on the subject of the gadget, the electronic doo-dad and the world of the gismoidal? I thought about this longish and hardish.
I wrote newspaper columns through much of the eighties and nineties, and enjoyed it greatly. But for all kinds of reasons I was more than happy to retire. Feeling stale, tiring of the deadlines, hating myself for manufacturing cheap, easy rants – the line of least resistance when you rack your brains for weekly copy is to think of something you hate. That way lies the death of the soul IM(not so)HO. All those feature columns with titles like J’Accuse, Bile, Spleen and so on. Nasty. Won’t Do. It all came to a head when an editor called me up and asked if I could do a “1200 word hate piece on Christmas”. Not a blush, not a murmur of apology. Time to reach for my hat and streak for the horizon, I felt. Plus, by this time I was pretty deeply into … ah, but wait, that’s for the main body of the blessay.
Anyway, the upshot of my longish and hardish thinking the other day was to reply with a ‘yes’. Five hundred or so words a week for the Saturday Guardian on the subject of geeky dorky toys, digital advances, lordly overviews of the online scene – just my bag. The ‘lead times’ for these magazines are bizarrely long, so I’ve had to provide a longer introductory article and the first two columns proper in advance. The writing of them has kept me from my blog table.
At the same time I have finished shooting the second series of Kingdom and now find myself in the United States of America on Day One of a great adventure: filming in every state of the union for a BBC documentary. My mode of transport of choice is a black London cab.
American Sunrise I was possibly the first person in America to see the sun this morning.
There’s a proud boast. I was standing on the harbour wall at Eastport, Maine staring out across the bay at a beautiful, beautiful sunrise. Eastport, Maine styles itself the easternmost city in America. The Lowestoft of the USA, if you will. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around so I allowed myself to believe that I was indeed the first to see the sun rise in America that day.
I took a picture to commemorate the event.
The land you see on the horizon there is actually Canada, where she twists round the topmost corner of Maine at Passamaquoddy Bay, so the picture is taken from as far east as you can go in the USA. Actually, that’s a moot point. Part of Alaskan territory (now water rather than ice) actually crosses the dateline or Antimeridian so in theory Alaska can be called the easternmost and westernmost state in America which is rather naughty of it, but there you are.
Meanwhile, back in Maine on the first day of my documentary filming, the Motel East, where the crew and I are staying, may be out of range of cellular phones but, mirabile dictu, it has wi-fi, so I am able to send this to my site. We start the actual filming this afternoon. I shall be hauling in lobster pots and looking stylish in a sou’wester. That’s the idea anyway. Probably heaving my guts up over the taff-rail, if they have such a thing.
I really enjoy making documentaries. Fearsome hard work, but deeply satisfying. After Manic Depression, HIV/AIDS and the life and work of Gutenberg (yet to be shown on BBC4 some time later in the year I think) a jaunt around every state of America may seem rather trivial or self-indulgent, but I hope that won’t be how it comes across. America is important. We have seen perhaps a little too much of British people going over to sneer at rednecks, laugh at freaks and wring their hands at nutters. The America I’ve visited (and I’ve crossed it before in traditional fashion; shiny red Mustang convertible, diner to diner, motel to motel. Very Bruce Dern) have always seemed to me to be more than ordinarily kind, friendly, hospitable, polite, thoughtful and honourable. Well, I’m visiting with an open mind but that has been my experience thus far. Maine for four nights, then New Hampshire, Vermont, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York… you get the idea.
I was so delighted to hear about your documentary on the whole US. Most do not even bother with my state(Alaska). Or even think its a part of the US. I wonder what you will be doing in Alaska? Well, I hope you make a quick visit to my University at least if you fly into Anchorage, Or are you driving through from the lower 48? I’m really hope to see you black cab around town. I fear you will have a problem driving it all through Alaska, as there are certain areas where you need to fly in. But I very much doubt you will have time to discover all of what Alaska has to offer, seeing as it is such a large landmass. I think I will be then only one in Alaska who knows who you are.(That was a little egotistical of me ,but probably true.) So I really hope to run into you sometime.Although, I’m afraid that I will sound like a stuttering idiot.You must forgive me if that happens.
Loved this article so much I decided to join in.
Damn you! for mentioning sugar coated coconut tobacco, which comes in wax paper and makes your mouth water at the mere thought.Is it still available or will I have to go online and order a whole batch?Fry you are incorrigible and I hate you!
Seriously,good luck, your article is so readable and gives such an insight to those who crave anything,yes including sweets! Now where the hell is my last tunnocks snowball?
bi polar…
bi polar and manic depression…
There is a theory open to criticism which no absolute doubt, it will meet soon, that alcoholics don’t like sweet things.
Therefore, maybe one takes a choice at some stage as to which addiction to espouse.
For one must have an addiction and sweets, or cigarettes, are going to cause less trouble to everyone else, than one’s alcohol fix.
It’s not often that someone who has eaten several bars of Fruit and Nut or smoked several cigarettes, is going to stagger through the door with his underpants on his head and bread sticks in his ears…..
Sweets are not a bad addiction for onlookers to suffer through.
Stephen,
Believe I can relate to your previous addiction to sweets. I am chocoholic on a grand scale. I can’t go a minute without thinking about chocolates. Sometimes I would spend my last penny on a choclate bar or cake. I admire your determination and sucess of kicking the sweets and cigarettes, and especially coke habit. I have always admired your work and love all of the comedy shows you have done with Hugh (Laurie). As far as I am concerned you two are the best comedy duo ever.
Keep up the good work.
Jacqueline
P.S. My mom loved from the moment she saw on Jeeves and Wooster. You remind her of her old boyfriend.
Belated thanks for that Bi-Polar documentary: it aired 2 weeks after my own diagnosis of the same. I’d known it for years, of course, but it takes longer for those with prescription pads to spot it. Now on Duloxetine with a dash of trifluoperazine to stop me going too high….
Aahhh… ciggies…. yes. I got stuck on the nicotene gum for longer than I had actually smoked. Still struggling to kick the choccie biccie habit though… never connected that with mood… must seriously abandon them and see what difference it makes.
Hope the arm is recovering well.
:^)
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Welcome to the states, though you’re probably gone by now. I really hope you had a decent time while here in Wisconsin, though that may have been impossible if you were here in the winter (schools were closed because it was too cold, roughly -35!).
I can’t wait for this documentary to come out. I highly doubt I will ever get the chance to travel the country like you have, but your films have always had a real feel to them so watching this one will be a great substitute.
Stephen, I saw your frigin’ cab in Philadelphia! but have only just relized it was yours. My girlfriend and I, both Australians who now live in the US, were walking along (south street i think?) and we were like whoa! left hand drive London style cab! Who would have the balls to drive that here?! I imagine the steering wheel staying on the left would complicate matters even more when driving on the opposite side of the road. If I had only known it was you! I certainly would have taken a photo and sent it in. My girlfriend (your biggest fan) is absolutely kicking herself now, as to am I.
We cannot wait for the next session of QI, and all your other awesome-ness…
Cheers,
Leigh
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OMG! This was such an insight into something that plagued me for years…. the smoke-coffee-chatty-living-working thing.
I was FORCED to quite having a pair of lungs that were on a big protest, and had decided to shut off the little air sacs so that I felt like I was suffercating from within!
So you might say I was lucky (in a way that is) that good old mother nature sent me this evil effect early in the piece to force my hand…
But with the writing thing; now that was a very different story!
A few years ago, I sat down at a computer, and began to write.
OMGosh…..WHERE did this come from?! I had never written a word ~ well other than hello, goodbye, and how’s things type of writing (ie. letter writing) so this came as a total shock!
I’d get up in the morning, and go straight to the computer; with a cup of tea, pens, and a box of tissues (for some reason typing makes me cloggy in the snoot) and off I’d go….
At around 4pm one afternoon, I stepped back from myself, and realised that I had been typing since 7am that morning!
Still dressed in PJs, and not a tap of any other thing done that day… This went on for weeks! And after I’d finished my story, I found then I had a peculiar habit of editing my own work; self correcting till I felt I would surely have to tear out my hair…
Over and over and over ……….. 3 or 4 years on, with the manuscripts shoved cruely into a drawer that was too small….
I had left it on the shelf ~ for another time, another place.
But the desire to write came back to haunt me, and I found myself GLUED to the computer once more….
And then, the MOMENT came when (drum roll) THE COMPUTER WENT DOWN…..
AHA! I know….(I thought) I will take a pen and a reem of A4 crisp white paper, and WRITE IT OUT BY HAND….
CLANG!!!!!!
That was when I made my discovery…. without the computer I was mute…. numb….. totally unable to write a SINGLE WORD!
OMGosh! What was that about?! But to this day, unless I am on the computer, I cannot for the life of me, write!
So your addiction ~ the must-have-cigg-to-write is MY must-have-computer-to-write syndrome!
hahaha! I’m laughing because it’s so WEIRD but it’s true, never the less!
An excellent blog; one filled to the brim with a snapshot peek into the facinating world of creative art…
Thank you so much for sharing too… I’ve known ~ or should I say, been very fond of quite a few selebs…. but there is not always the option to get to KNOW those people, to be able to write upon their blog (if indeed they keep a blog) nor does there seem to be many that open their hearts to the general public, and encourage interexchange of ideas thoughts abberations and more besides!
Above all, thank you for your incredible ability to bring about a great camaraderie, via the internet pages! ((-_-))
p.s.
re: “The land you see on the horizon there is actually Canada, where she twists round the topmost corner of Maine at Passamaquoddy Bay”
WOW….. BEAUTIFUL photo…
You could almost imagine what it was like to be there…..
I felt I was THERE …….
What is the defininition of serenity?
Your photo!
I find eating those little individual applesauce containers while writing to be a tremendous help
Can’t give up the sugar, coca cola is my drug of choice. I’m putting my dentists kids through college.
You are quite brilliant, Stephen.
You also have the most remarkable understanding of your own psychology, something that I admire very much in people. Going a bit off topic, I think it’s something more people should take time to get to grips with; it may help the human race in many ways.
Also; sugar addiction, I sympathise with you there. I have had an eating disorder for many years- not, primarily, in the sense that I want to be thin (though that was a part of it too) and it’s funny because the things I did live on were the sweet things. They were very much an addiction, and as much as I wanted to stop eating all together, I couldn’t resist this indulgence.
Anyway, I shall shush now!
Dear Stephen…….You have to be the one person I can honestly say is the most articulate,grammatically awesome etc etc person I know(not personally of course)
I joined Twitter hoping to receive a Tweet from your good self.Alas not as yet but I understand the pressure you must be under.I love poetry and find this is ,the majority of the time,how I can express my feelings.You say in your book,” The ode less travelled ” that your poetry is personal and the road you yourself decided not to venture down.I feel the same about mine too,however,for you to glane at one of my poems would be a cataclysmic honour . I appreciate you get so many people begging you for the same.Me….It’s not for recognition,I dont want my thoughts published or anything,just for the person I admire the most to give me an opinion.My site is http://zoe-tis-me.weebly.com/the poem in question is “Praying for time”To me it would be like T.S.Elliot reading it…….Here’s hoping?? Love your new cab by the way….such a cute little smile in the twitter pic!!
Much love
Zoe