Russell Davies

day 30 - a rainy day in ashbourne

Anne's mum came to visit and we went to Ashbourne. It rained a lot. But A doesn't care. He loves a puddle. Then to a 'Giant Antiques Fair' at Kedlestone Hall. Bought a splendid old Roberts Radio.

The Dutch beat Sweden on penalties.

day 29 - love in manchester

Drove up to Manchester to visit an agency called Love Creative. Some of them saw me talk at the MPA and asked for a copy of the presentation. I thought it'd be more fun to go and see them. And it was. But I think we were both slightly puzzled by my presence there.

Nice drive back to Eaton Barn through Buxton.

day 28 - loss

Had to go to Church Street to get a parking permit, so I decided to just wander around Marylebone and that. Went past E. Gandalfi on Marylebone Road. What a great sign.

And this is the archive bookstore on Bell Street. Closed when I went by, but I must return.

This was a great thing to see inside this fire station. On Chiltern Street I think. Which is a great place, a street of specialists. Recorder shops. Shops for tall women. And right around the corner from the Widescreen Centre.

Then I headed for Rennie's Dairy. One of my favourite shops. Saw a great Cuneo poster, but too much money. (scroll to the bottom of this to see it.)

Then around to the Brunswick Centre. That bastion of fiercely concrete architecture. I love it, especially the way the tenants try to make it look like another cute bit of Bloomsbury, so you get Skoob and the Renoir and the Cartoon Art Trust. Went to look at the McGill thing but I didn't really like it. Too crude, in all senses. I was, however reminded how much I like the Carl Giles's stuff. Not especially funny. Don't like his politics. But the cartoons are so full of life and colour. Even the black and white ones. My mum used to get the Express and I used to pour over the Giles cartoon for ages, while somehow knowing that the rest of the paper was horrible.

Then into the Panino D'Oro for a cuppa.

Then home and saw the best rainbow I've ever seen. Complete. Bright. Enormous. The pot of golds clearly somewhere around Oxford Circus and/or Warren Street. Probably put up by BT engineers.

Whatever those flowers are we've got in the window box. They last forever.

We lose to Portugal on penalties.

day 27 - er...

This is a bad sign. I can't remember what I did on June 23rd. That's bad. Except I remember getting Arthur early from nursery and we went to get a copy of Disney's Peter Pan, which he'd expressed an interest in. I was very fond of this film as a kid and was really exciting. It's still pretty bloody good. Apart from horribly racist portrayals of 'Red Indians'. Arthur kept asking who those animals were? It was hard to explain. Ah the perils of modern parenting.

Germany 1 - Czech Republic 2

day 26 - slimey

(UPDATE: All the links below are broken, but, should you want to, you can hear all the same stuff here.)

I wasted almost all of today fiddling about online, backing up files and doing general digital tidying up. I did come across some files I'd forgotten about though, which I thought I'd share. At the turn of the century, 1999-2000 W+K, where I work, ran a thing called the Slime Mold prize.

Everyone in the company was asked to submit a proposal for an art project and a few were selected to be funded. I was one of the lucky ones. My project was simple on the surface, and a nightmare to execute. But a good nightmare. I sent a blank audio cassette to everyone in W+K (about 500 people at the time) and asked them to record anything they wanted to on it. I was then going to take all their bits, mess around with them with a sampler and create a bit of music that 'felt like' W+K. The Slime Mold fund helped me pay for some software and a sampler. I made about 20 tracks all together, made a CD (called Found) and sent it to everyone in the company. Got some favourable reactions but mostly blank incomprehension. Listening to it again I can understand why. It's very 'of its time' - you can spot the Norman Cook influences, very very self-indulgent and way too long. But there's the odd moment that's not totally humiliating. Here are some examples if you want to have a listen. They're built almost entirely out of sounds contributed on the tapes ( I was very lucky in that a couple of W+K musos recorded some great drum loops for me.) The only additions are Portland/W+K related things like movie soundtracks and sounds from ads.

Welcome to Wieden and Kennedy. A bit predictable, but I like the movie soundtrack opening and it bounces along. About 5.5MB.

Eat That Egg Fast. A quicky. Strange atmospherics and tale of grandmotherly spooking from Joe Shands. About 2 MB.

Significant Acid. A story about a Grateful Dead gig in Oregon. With nice drums and sounds built entirely from a sampled violin. About 5MB.

Il Gato Blu. Italian soccer fans singing something with some mad drums underneath. 2.3MB

Boogers. Bob and Susan Moore sing to their kid. Then it goes a bit crazy. About 4.8 MB.

Do I Know You? Not as Big Beaty as most of it. Almost predictive of the technoclash influx. It's got Bill Gates on it. And lots of Windows desktop sounds. About 5.3 MB.

Hands In Your Pockets, Pockets In Your Pants. Very long, very self-indulgent. But I like the mood of this one. This has got lots of David Kennedy bashing bits of wood and metal in his barn. And some monologue from one of his ancient relatives. About 7 MB.

An Amazing Number Of Jennifers. Probably only listenable if you've ever worked at W+K. Jed ALger, drunk, late at night, muses on the phone list. About 7 MB. Enjoy. Or rather. Tolerate.

day 25 - gary and toby

Spent the day with Gary and Toby, doing some stuff about brands and communications strategy. Managed to get burned in the Derbyshire sun. That's never happened before. Then motored down to London shouting along to Seconds Out. Are we due for an mid-to-early Genesis revival?

day 24 - dovedale again

Started the day with a walk down to Doveridge. I love the way you can suddenly go from a secluded glade like this, to a bridge across the A50...

Word-processing has been a boon in many ways, but it's reduced the variety of folk typography surrounding village fetes.

For some reason the timely addition of this 'this' really made me smile.

Sometimes the most effective ad is a simple comparison. The ice-cream wars are live in Dovedale.

Stepping stones are endless, magical fun. Especially when there's no-one else around.

Ice-cream's good too.

And down-below the Manifold Tea Rooms, with a view of the river, there's a strange stone bench and table thing where we paused for photos. Arthur took the one of me and Anne. Rather good I thought.

Then Anne and Arthur headed back to London and I met up with Gary and Toby in Nottingham, bringing them back to the chippy in Ashbourne.

Pukka pies were an important part of my childhood. I fondly remember their open/closed sign that said 'Closed - even for pukka pies' implying that there were some occasions when they were closed, except for pukka pies. Which seems unlikely.

day 23 - argos saves the day

Went for a walk into Rocester and came back to discover an excellent Father's Day breakfast. Very touching.

Then off to the Churnet Valley Railway. Great place. Very good at the evocative details.

Arthur tried to convince us this wasn't a tunnel. It was just a cloud of smoke.

Then off to Argos to get a sandpit for Tonka play. Argos is a fantastic place - they're on the way to becoming the target of the UK. All the basics at good prices, plus a load of tat, but with some really well-designed, well-made gems in there at great prices. Like the DAB radio they did with ideo, which I love.

The sandpit filled a gap in the day rather well.

day 22 - rural traditions

Started the day with a walk around The Roaches, a splendid bit of Staffordshire with a very Tolkeinesque feel.

The Don Whillans Memorial Hut - echos of Bilbo's House. (which is Anne's dream house. She's into cosy.)

Then into Ashbourne, where a local windband was performing.

Then to Kniveton where Arthur was very excited by a random display of scarecrows; trying to add value to the well-dressing.

Then to the Ecclesbourne Valley Railway in Wirksworth. It's still being restored so there wasn't a lot to see - except this magnificent bus.

Then Mum came over to look after Arthur and Anne and I tramped across the fields to Bramhall's in Marston Montgomery for tea. Sun setting over a pub car park, what's more English than that?

day 21 - cromford

Morning trip to Black Rocks near Cromford for child-friendly clambering around and the building of tiny cairns. Black Rocks is one of those places where people have carved their names for so many names you feel rude not doing it yourself.

Then to the Tors Cafe for some nosh.

Then to Scarthin books, a fine book shop, also in Cromford. And providing a home in the window for all manner of hippy nonsense...

Bulgaria 0 - Denmark 2

Italy 1 - Sweden 1