I actually found Ricky Martin’s coming out article quite moving. Despite going over the top here and there (“…the blood that runs through the streets of countries at war” took me a bit by surprise), the things he talks about are familiar to many of us. The years of keeping a secret (“Many people told me: ‘Ricky, it’s not important'”). The journey to self-belief (“acceptance has to come from within”). The decision to tell everyone (“Enough is enough. This has to change”). The strength (“But fear of my truth? Not at all”) and joy (“The word happiness takes on a new meaning for me as of today”) that flow from that decision – and flow right through his words. And in his case, there’s the extra motive of doing it for his “two beautiful boys that are so full of light and who with their outlook teach me new things each day”.

“I am proud to say that I am a fortunate homosexual man,” he concludes. “I am very blessed to be who I am.”

And you can’t argue with that.


The thing about Prague

March 25, 2010

“The thing about Prague is it’s where Satan came out of the ground.”

So says Fred, demonologist (quite a title) on Most Haunted Live: Gothic Prague – The Evil Within (also quite a title).

Just a run of the mill comment on a show which is Blair Witch meets reality TV with scrolling text messages from the nation’s viewers thrown in. (Louise in Woking’s lights dimmed when something happened on screen. Spooky.)

(phone buzzes)

March 2, 2010

Sunday afternoon, and I’d been wanting to see Up in the Air for ages, it was hardly showing anywhere any more, but it was still on at the Vue in Leicester Square, so me and Steven headed into town. It’s not a bad cinema if you’re in Screen 5 or 7, but this was in one of the slightly rubbish basement screens that really don’t justify the Leicester Square tax. The place seemed kind of empty, we figured it was because of the torrential rain that morning, but then the woman who checked our tickets told us that it was a showing with English subtitles for the deaf. Not ideal, but seeing as we were already there we thought we might as well, so down the escalator clutching our overpriced snacks we went.¬†You could tell the place was way past its glory days when the first two rows we tried to sit down turned out to have the bottom part of one of the seats missing. We finally found some proper seats, and after the usual 20 minutes of ads and trailers, the film started. Right from the start, the subtitles got in the way. Did we really need the lyrics to the opening song spoiling the carefully considered opening credits? And once the dialogue kicked in, the battle was on to try not to look at the words, which appeared just a little too soon before they were spoken. Even when there wasn’t any dialogue, we were subjected to bracketed annotations such as (phone buzzes) and (Alex giggles).

Still, we enjoyed the movie nonetheless, and afterwards we repaired to Cha Cha Moon, an old haunt we hadn’t visited for ages, for some restorative wonton. We sat on the high chairs (I like sitting on high chairs) and chatted about this and that.

It was all good quality time. Just quality time with unexpected subtitles.