Thursday 13th February 2014
We took a peculiar little throw-back red velvet cinema in Hastings on the Saturday night to see a Jacques Cousteau film. Wines were available at the back and Genevieve Suzy determined up a whole bottle which Angus Willis helped her with. Fergus Strachan had gone to a Spiritualist Meeting with Angus Willis’s sister, he being ferociously against that sort of thing. At first it seemed the audience would be reduced to a minimum and a Scottish lady manager kept shouting from the back. By the time the reels began to reel, though, attendance had reached above-death levels. ‘We’re giving you something extra’ the voice, uncannily recalling the great Muriel MacGlorian, announced. So ‘Rush’ began, the film about the racing car drivers, James Hunt and Nikki Lauda. I’d already seen ‘Rush’ so was looking forward to the taster or whatever it was coming to an end. But it didn’t. It continued. The ‘something extra’ was a whole film. We were going to be there all night if the Cousteau was to follow on. I had no wild interest in that either. But when, after 90 minutes, ‘Rush’ concluded, everyone left the cinema. That was it. There was no Cousteau. It was for the next night. There was the delicious relief of being able to escape for dinner, as always with ‘culture’. We raged into various establishments. All were sourly about to close. It was 9.30. Then Fergus called by telephone to collect Angus. Genevieve broke down and turned against Hastings. ‘I’m selling. Nowhere’s open after 9.30. It’s useless.’ ‘Your house is the best in Hastings,’ I said, trying to cheer her. ‘You can have it,’ she whipped. ‘I’ll take £650,000. Have you got it?’ When we regained her rocky outcrop she went straight to bed and I ate a packet of prosciutto that was in her fridge as well as some eggs.
But in the cinema I’d seen a shape and the next morning I saw some more shapes as well as colours. See graphs below.

Alfred Wallis-Type Ship on Beach at Hastings: He was Right about Ship Shapes: Art Goes Back into Life