Mrs Martian rushes outside and calls Mr Martian: "I think the earth people have landed," she shouts. They seem to have one of those helicopter things. It seems to be taking pictures."
I'm sure my friend and keen playwright Tony Vale could make a drama out of the latest Mars landing.
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As I'm always going on about photography, I thought today I would have a change and go on about photography.
I tuned into Breakfast TV yesterday to hear about a competition combining gardens and photography. It was quite simply a competition to take photos in a garden. So I thought I would go into our garden in the next few days and try to capture some unusual angles or some unusual subjects. I mentioned the other day about getting unusual angles on places you know well and a garden seems to be the ideal place in which to put this into practice. I will post my results on a future blog.
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Husavik seems to be my kind of place. It seems to be full of slightly mad, off the wall people. Let me explain.
Husavik is a small town in Iceland and the setting for a Netflix film "Eurovision: The Story of Fire Saga." It has a population of just over 3,000. Because of its role in the film, it is now likely to be overrun by tourists but as tourism is its main industry that's probably not a bad thing. Looking at slides it does look like a beautiful place.
A few years ago we went to Reykjavik for a short Christmas break and loved the place despite the fact it rained all the time we were there, didn't get light until midday and got dark again at about three. We were supposed to have a trip to see the Northern lights but it got cancelled three nights in a row due to the bad weather. The Icelandic capital is overrun by tourists. It's ok as long as you don't eat or drink anything as it's a tad expensive (£16 for a pint of beer).
I haven't watched the movie yet but the main song in it is an absolute gem. It's up for an Oscar and is the fictitious entry in the Eurovision Song Contest. I have rambled on at length in the past about how diabolically awful UK entries are year after year after year.
And here is a song written for a film about a fictitious entry that is hundreds time better than anything we have put forward for decades. Go figure.