Showing posts with label pay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pay. Show all posts

Monday, 12 October 2026

Troubled Waters

Threads of Connection

It is interesting how threads are woven through a set of seemingly unconnected events, with our perception of things becoming the glue between them. I confess I am given to a kind of apophenia, forever spotting strange connections, though that word does not quite capture what I mean.

Here, I was drawn to a headline about cannibalism: a daughter had ingested flakes of her mother's ashes. Why she would announce or publish that information escapes me, at least until we put names to the dramatis personae. The daughter was Rachael Stirling, and the mother the late Dame Diana Rigg. [The Guardian: ‘I didn’t expect to be portrayed as a cannibal’]

Perhaps eating a parent's ashes is a way of reconnecting with them in death; but how an urn became a spice shaker is never going to find a convincing explanation beyond the bizarre. I will resist the temptation to ask whether it was a ready peppercorn grinder, though the thought is beneath me and I confess I had it anyway. Each to their own, I suppose.

Remembering Diana Rigg

I should say actresses, or actors now, since the gender classification for that profession seems to have been lost to modern parlance.

We know Diana Rigg, of course, from "The Avengers", where she played an emancipated female spy and partner to John Steed, portrayed by Patrick Macnee. In the first series she was paid £150 a week, and it was for the second series that she held out for the increase, demanding £450. [Meaww: Diana Rigg was a 'lone voice in the wilderness' when she demanded equal pay back in the '60s as Emma Peel]

What strikes me as equally interesting is that the money was there to pay her properly all along; she had discovered she was being paid less than the cameraman. Yet until she made the case for why she was worth that much more, no one thought to pay her adequately. [BBC: Dame Diana Rigg: How the actress battled TV's gender pay gap]

A Sunday with Columbo

My Sundays revolve around a standing date with "Columbo", the detective series endlessly on replay for as long as I can remember. I could watch the episodes over and over without ever feeling exhausted by knowing the plot, or by trying to fill in the gaps from memory.

Now, guess who is the guest actor in the episode playing from 9:00 pm this Sunday night? Patrick Macnee, cast as Captain Gibbon of a luxury cruise ship. The episode is "Troubled Waters", in which Hayden Danziger, played by Robert Vaughn, murders his mistress aboard the ship.

His wife, Sylvia Danziger, played by Jane Greer, is the older and wealthier partner in the marriage, and she holds a quiet, dominant sway over her husband. She shares a wonderfully sharp exchange with Lieutenant Columbo, played by Peter Falk, in which she lets slip just how firmly she keeps the reins, hinting that Hayden would come to rue the day were she ever to catch him straying.

Troubling Convention

It occurs to me that each of these women is quietly, or not so quietly, troubling the waters of convention: one defending her mourning, one her wage, one her marriage.

An AI-generated infographic on the blog content. (Click to enlarge.)

It is remarkable how things link up in almost incomprehensible ways: amidst the troubled waters of people revealing what is best kept to themselves, of people claiming what is rightfully theirs by standing up to a system set against them, and an episode on a cruise liner where the murderer believed himself far too clever to be caught.

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Tuesday, 20 April 2010

Reaching a milestone of work that pays

A milestone passed
Looking back and seeing the path on which I have travelled, there is no doubt I have come a long way.
And how best to appreciate that amazing journey than to look in my bank account this afternoon and find that I have been paid for the work I did in March.
Yes, the month of March offered me five working days and that was a week’s pay for 40 hours, my very first income in a year wherein I have been very, very ill, treated with chemotherapy and recuperating all together for 9 long months.
Though nowhere near my earning potential at my last project before those circumstances, the thought that one has been productive enough to get paid is like the feeling I had regarding my very first job some 29 years ago.
More thanks again
Without doubt, I have been nurtured and nourished on the full cream milk of human kindness from neighbours, friends and colleagues – in so many ways, no matter how small, it has been for me a bountiful harvest of grace and favour.
It is good to know that one can now begin to do something about those bills, every little bit is a start to forestall the incessant harassment especially the one that has harangued me in the name of Queen. I never told them, that could well be my name.
I have every reason to be thankful, the future is bright, my days are fun and life is beautiful – to everyone that loves life, cherish your health and keep it strong, it is your foundation to wealth and the breath of fresh air each glorious day.
Thank you one, thank you all.