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Subtrifles and the decline of the interpreted zombie

The Walking Dead 1.1 Days Gone By Behind The Scenes Andrew LincolnAlthough I have perfect hearing I love watching TV shows with subtitles. You can pick up so much more of the dialogue reading it than if you just listen.

However the subtitler doesn’t always get it right – which can lead to some hilarious misinterpretations.

For example, watching a recent episode of The Walking Dead tonight (if you haven’t seen it – think The Waltons with zombies), Merle suggests that a family they just saved could at least give them an enchilada. The subtitles interpreted this as a bottle of water!!

Similarly watching thickly accented Devonian Johnny Kingdom being converted to subtitles throws up barely a correctly interpreted sentence! Luckily my own South West roots helped to piece it all back together.

All this leads me to wonder whether a general decline in literary skills amongst school leavers in recent years has now manifested itself in what they hear too?

To correctly interpret the spoken word and convert it to text requires a wide knowledge of different languages, colloquialisms, historical references, scientific understanding and so on. But if the subtitler has, shall we say, a less than rounded education, it’s a fair bet that enchiladas will always be a bottle of water. Neither of which is of great use to a zombie in any case!

Innit.

Carmen – perfect performance in a perfect setting

Myself and my guests had such a wonderful time at Ugbrooke House last night watching Carmen performed by the New Devon Opera. As a sponsor, Rokk Media (who built and donated their website), were treated royally as VIP guests of chairwoman – Linda Hughes. Excellent hospitality aside (which was truly superb), the opera was breathtaking. If you’ve never experienced the power and passion of a live opera accompanied by a full orchestra you will have to travel a great distance indeed to see anything as good as this.

We saw Carmen performed in the gorgeous grounds of Ugbrooke House, home to Lord and Lady Clifton (whom we sat beside) – a perfect setting. In a massive 500 seater marquee, complete with chandeliers where we were fortunate to have front-row seats. Half way through the first half performance a part of the marquee was thrown open to allow the sun to stream in from across the rolling countryside. Minutes later a pony and trap trotted in through the side transporting a member of the cast. A lovely moment which drew lots of oohs from the crowd.

During the interval we sat outside watching the sun sun set behind the Devon trees with a delicious picnic provided by The Elizabethan restaurant of Newton Abbot.

After the finale we were invited back in to Ugbrooke House to meet the cast and crew who were really lovely and welcoming. Given they’d just spent the last two hours singing their hearts out we thought it was very gracious of them. A fitting end to a magical evening of profesional first class opera.

Carmen is performing tonight (23 July 2011) for one more time at Ugbrooke House but will be playing in a few days time at a venue in Dartmouth and then on to Budleigh Salterton for the end of it’s six performances.

If you have even the slightest interest in opera or classical music I urge you to book tickets as soon as possible to see Carmen. You really won’t be disappointed and all proceeds go to supporting local art and Sense, a local charity for deaf/blind children.

Further details can be found at the website: http://www.newdevonopera.co.uk

Charlotte’s Song

My 7 year old loves to write and sing and she often spends hours typing her thoughts on our laptop. I thought this one was beautiful (bearing in mind she’s only just learned to write with a pen!)

Charlotte’s Song

Time travels  in the sky
but love will never die
Every day i wonder why
time seems to pass me bySome times it makes my cry
but i will never know why

So here we are
and it will never change
just there will be future in waiting
ill be crying
while skating.

Charlotte Stone, 7.

Time travel conundrum

Brian-Cox-006Watching Prof Brian Cox last night on the wonders of the universe I had a thought which you far more intellectual beings may help me out with.

During the programme Prof Cox suggested that at some point in a virtually impossible distant point in the future our universe will end and with it time itself.

Ok, that’s feasible of course, but this point about time leaves me head scratching.

I thought that the general thinking was that all time is connected. I believe it was Stephen Hawking who developed the theory of time travel via wormholes for example – based on the connectivity of time.

Here’s my problem, if the universe and time cease at some point in the future (when is irrelevant), surely if all time is connected all time would cease also. That includes this point in time. In fact the beginning of time would end and therefore time would never have existed!

I’m sure I’ve missed a huge point but I’d love to know where as otherwise this means the universe never ends or time travel is impossible and I quite fancied a bit of that one day :)

A Heroes Christmas

You may know that Rokk Media proudly supports injured Royal Marine personnel via The C Group by donating our time and services for free. I came across the following from a friend and thought it would be good to share it here:

T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,

HE LIVED ALL ALONE,IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE,MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. 

 

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY,WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,

AND TO SEE JUST WHO,IN THIS HOME, DID LIVE. 

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,NOT EVEN A TREE. 


NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,

ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES,OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. 

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,A SOBER THOUGHT,CAME THROUGH MY MIND. 

 

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,

I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. 

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,SILENT, ALONE,CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR,IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. 

 

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,THE ROOM IN  DISORDER,

NOT HOW I PICTURED,A TRUE BRITISH SOLDIER. 

WAS THIS THE HERO,  

OF WHOM I’D JUST READ?

CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, 

THE FLOOR FOR A BED? 

I REALISED THE FAMILIES,

THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS,WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. 

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE,

A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. 

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM,

EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. 

I COULDN’T HELP WONDER,HOW MANY LAY ALONE,ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE,

IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. 


THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT,

A TEAR TO MY EYE,I DROPPED TO MY KNEES,AND STARTED TO CRY. 


THE SOLDIER AWAKENED,

AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,“SANTA DON’T CRY,THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; 

 

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,I DON’T ASK FOR MORE,

MY LIFE IS MY GOD,MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS..” 

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,I COULDN’T CONTROL IT,I CONTINUED TO WEEP. 

 


I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,

SO SILENT AND STILL,AND WE BOTH SHIVERED,FROM THE COLD NIGHT’S CHILL. 

 

I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE,ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,

THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR,SO WILLING TO FIGHT. 

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,WHISPERED, “CARRY ON SANTA,IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.” 


ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,  

AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,  

 AND TO ALL A GOOD   NIGHT.”

This poem was written by a soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to all of the service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let’s try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.  Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.