Dreams of a Life: must watch film

It took me a while to get the chance to watch this film and now I have: see here for the synopsis and a trailer: http://dreamsofalife.com Here are the few words that I penned for the above web site immediately after I had seen the film: --oo0oo-- I have finally seen this film and although I have not read many of the views and reviews here I think I feel the same as everyone. Yes, she died alone but she seems to have been quite a complex character. Who knows whether she was happy or sad to be alone at the end? I have to say that I thought the way that Carol Morley has put this tribute/documentary film together was fascinating. The people who feature in the film all seem like nice and caring people and in a sense I felt that if Martin had not broken down at some stage, the whole thing would have been a sham! John Dunne is famous for saying that no man is an island ... this film proves that wrong. I have been in football grounds where there were thousands of other people all around me and I have felt alone! Joyce has been portrayed as a lonely woman. Of course, everyone was careful to say that whatever they thought might have been behind her, she was a lovely person, loved by everyone. I enjoyed the film because, like many people, when I first heard this story I was horrified; but now I know that in a sense it is not such a horrible story. Joyce's family has refused to be involved in this film and they must have their reasons for that. I will not judge the family since I know nothing about them. Their consciences will either be resting easily or eating away at them over this story. When I say the story is not so horrible I mean that things are clearer to me now; her friends have explained many things that make what happened more understandable; and in the end Joyce just died. I think we should all appreciate the amount of work that Carol Morley has put into this film: the story boards, post it and notes that we see throughout the film are testament to that. Carol has found out a great deal about Joyce, her life and friends. I won't get sentimental and say that I know and understand Joyce now because I don't. I am content, though, that whilst she died alone, Joyce was not without people who cared for her: she didn't always realise that though did she? Thanks for all the effort Carol and everyone involved in the making of this film. --oo0oo-- Watch this film! DW

The Irish in Uganda!

I had dinner in a very nice restaurant in Gulu, Northern Uganda last week and on the menu I saw the word/dish IRISH. So what is Irish doing on a menu? They mean POTATOES!!! DW

Uganda Trip

I have just returned from a 9 day trip to the town of Gulu in Uganda, 2 degrees south of the equator. My friend Shakespeare is living and working in Gulu and he invited me to go and spend some time there. As many people know I lived in Malawi for five years from mid 1988 to mid 1993 but I have not really been back to Africa since then, apart from about three weeks spent in Khartoum over three years.

I enjoyed to trip and it took in eating Malakwang to drinking gallons of fluids to an excellent trip to Murchison falls via Murchison National Park.

I will be writing an essay on my findings of those few days in Africa and watch out for a video on YouTube courtesy of yours truly.

Here are some photos for you but take a look at my Facebook page for even more.

Malakwang ...	With host Shakespeare ...
12 feet tall lone Elephant ...	Gormless looking Water Buffalo ...