BBC, Radio 7

Caption: Bob and me, some time ago (ed for more photos of Bob, see Roger Morton,Proud Galleries)

Hello again, The 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month marks the anniversary of the signing of the Armistice, which signalled the end of World War 1. And once again in the week of Remembrance Day, we're broadcasting readings and drama which reflect the impact of war on peoples' lives. Beginning next Monday there are four programmes with a war connection, A Foreign Field, Quartered Safe Out Here, According to Buckeridge and Agent Zig-Zag. Meantime, let’s look ahead to Remembrance Sunday, November 14th, when we'll have a special treat for drama fans. It's a radio version of a children's book - which was adapted for the stage three years ago in a thrilling, spectacular production and is currently being directed by Steven Spielberg for film release in December 2011. The original book was published in 1982, written by a prolific author, with over 100 books to his credit - who also became the third Children's Poet Laureate. The author is Michael Morpurgo, and the book is of course War Horse. War Horse is set at the outbreak of the First World War. Farm horse Joey - much loved by farmer's son Albert is sold to the cavalry and shipped off to France, where he's soon caught up in the horrors of the Western Front. Despite not yet being old enough to enlist in the British Army, Albert joins up and embarks on a dangerous journey to search for his beloved horse. The narrative of this heart-wrenching tale is told throughout by Joey. Two years ago, a radio dramatisation of War Horse was broadcast on BBC Radio 2, starring Timothy Spall as the voice of Joey, Bob Hoskins as Sergeant Thunder and Brenda Blethyn as Mother. It's an amazing production, adapted and directed for radio by John Tams and produced by John Leonard, with the brilliant performances enhanced by wonderful music and songs. Listening to the dramatisation certainly brought a lump to my throat, more than once. One of our producers, Polly, interviewed John Tams and John Leonard about the challenges they faced in producing War Horse for radio. You can hear the interview interspersed between programmes throughout next week, starting this Sunday.Mary Kalemkerian Head of Programmes, BBC, Radio 7

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Children in Afghanistan Mr Mwezi

Mr Mwezi's Afghanistan

Sorry I haven't been in much contact during the past few months. I have just got back after 2 weeks break. I don't get the same time off in this job as in the last one. There has been a lot happening in Afghanistan over the past few months with the Aid workers being killed and military operations stepping up in the Southern area. Our company is trying develop agriculture in Southern Afghanistan and is getting ready to move from the basics into developing products and infrastructure for the Afghan farmers to export produce such as sultanas and pomegranates. As you can imagine we work in very isolated areas around Kandahar and Helmand and security is essential. Karzai's decree that all private security contractors are to leave by Dec 17 2010, has been a major factor in the last few months and if it stands, will have a major impact on our operations. We are already planning to shift most of our ex-pat staff to Dubai until the security situation has been resolved. What this means for the long term no one knows and the reasons that Karzai has for disbanding security is complicated. There is a lot of militant activity in the area and most of it comes from across the border in Pakistan, so with the global politics and more troops in the area I think that the situation here will become more tense, but winter is coming and usually that means a slow-down in the fighting. Text and photos Mr Mwezi

Stephen O'R's Sydney

Bali was good as usual. Pulled a ligament in my knee - got fiddled by the money changer - went back and shouted and banged a lot and recovered the funds -then went and over tipped the taxi by 100000Rupiah. Talk about Klutz. Back home weather warm pool warming and I finally signed up with the Australian Aracnoiditis Assoc. Looks like I will be educated ahead of my inevitable decline. Better finish all my travel including your joint. Have to have flat bed as a minimum to cope with flying. Upped my painkillers and had a pleasant day. The president of the AAsoci has a morphine pump inside her whoopee. What a future. Danced to a reggae cover band on Sunur beach thanks to the steroids. This diease is hard to predict and I find it hard to work out what I should do next. Jan is working on an Alice Munro story with Jane and Laura (who wrote screenplay for Angel at my table. She is enjoying it immensely. No stopping that lot. Tell Roger to wear a harness on the roof. I am paying for my 1972 fall at Freemans Bay. I think there is a chance that the President might be 'talker' who has invented arachnoiditis so that she can have an association so that will people ring her up. This way she gets her entertainment at home. She is off to Singapore to catch a boat that will take them up past Vietnam with two stops then another two stops in China and heaps of other places. 'How will you go on the plane' I sez. 'Well normally I have to get airlifted onto the plane but I think Singapore airlines will have one of those bridges so I can just wheelchair it right into the plane'. 'How will you go with the sitting for 7 hours' I sez. Oh I've got me morphine pump (inside her) and I can have three extra shots in a day. I just position the remote till I get it over the right spot and bobs your uncle. I want one of those pumps it can go 7 weeks before a refill. But Mauz doesnt have any trouble with morphine while it completely confuses me. I am looking forward to the meeting on November 14. The people come from all over NSW, Queensland and Victoria. Its quite a weird idea really -imagine an association for asmatic sufferers, or rebuilt shoulderers, or failed vasectomies or frontal lobe-ers. They are only there to discuss their illnesses. I wonder if they would let me video it. Of course I should do alright - I can talk for hours about me. For instance I have found a new way of taking my drugs blah blah actor blah blah England blah blah oscars blah golden globes blah real bad arachnoiditis blah (might have to be careful about that last bit there could be a few people who are much worse than me - I mean I don't even have a morphine pump) although when I get one it will be either black or stainless steel. Might get a tat on the outside describing it. 'A morphine pump! I sez to them and with a flourish I lift my black t-shirt and whacko there is the tat to tell the story. Maybe a polaroid of the pump in me before they stitch me up - I can't decide - what do you think? Blah Blah Stephen O'Rourke

Roger Morton photos

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Green Stripe at Chateau Hautefort where friends invited us to visit on La journee de Patrimoine (19 September) We had a picnic by the river and it still felt like summer. Unisex loo – cute. The Sphynx at Chateau Hauteforte still had something to smile about.

Re-visited Andernos. Walked down the longest pier in France with our hosts Maggie and Jacques, admired the oyster-framed bike outside the beach restaurant where Jacques insisted we have huitres and vin blanc. Longed to be able to afford to buy the cepes (since we never seem to find them) Sunset over the boats at Port Betey. Took in the immensity and beauty of Cap Ferret (including powerful yoga in isolated splendour).

Finally made it to the scene ouverte at La Gavotte. Thankfully 7 Sons were there in full musical force. They certainly can pump it out. There’s talk of them going professional in the New Year. Do it and regrette rien. My wish would be that hopefully Freddy will play fiddle as well as harmonica. For me all that is missing is a sexy sax. But they’re pretty damn good all the same. In fact if Keith Jones was a footballer, he’d probably be called the Boot – in 7 Sons he’s the Voice.

Chez nous, the hibiscus flowered one last bloom – a radiant red and a tarty party pink.

On our way back from Jules’ favourite Chinese restaurant, he took us to Source de la Tourve. To our astonishment, 3 divers were emerging. Very Russian, very James Bond, very non-here! (ed)

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Francesca Spille standing in front of her strong and forceful self-portrait at La Chateau de la Mothe vernisssage, St Privat de Pres. Other work included an andogynous figure in eye-catching head-gear. Very New York/Berlin. No sunflowers or hay stacks here.

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The charm of Angouleme – A family of three; a neighbour outside his blue doors (next to our friend's flat where we were staying); This year’s vintage cars for the race round the remparts included Roger's first car, an Austin 7 Boat-tail 1924, JAGUAR XK 140, Le Mans winner 1951, Citroen Cabriolet and Coupe 1936, and a Morgan 3-wheeler.

Poem

The following poem The Storm arrived in my possession via a woman (Margaret Harvey)who visited a friend of ours (Gordon Martyn) in Paris. It was published in the Otago Girls High School magazine some years ago and was written by me. I guess I was around 14 or 15 years old (because my lovely English teacher in my last two years at school, couldn't stand the sight of me.) Bizarre to read it again after all these years.

The Storm

Without warning it struck

Neither prejudiced or caring

Simply destructive

Sparing none, ravaging all

It struck

The elements rose in triumph against us.

Revengeful and cruel they struck

Unrelenting, unfeeling and cruel

Sparing none, hating all

With primitive passion

It strikes

Neither man nor his weapons can hold it

In check

For no power that is mortal can ever combat

So formidable an enemy, such a treacherous attack

Thus seeing ahead - when all else is o'ercome

The storm will rage on - conquered by none.

Joselyn Duffy