2009 — 15 May: Friday
Sticking with yesterday's theme, here's one of my very oldest pictures of Christa, from about June 1974, in High Wycombe at my parents' house:
I spent some of the evening trying, first, the film Dead Bodies — it kept what passes these days for my attention for all of ten minutes. Then I gave The Night Listener a brief whirl before wiping it from my hard drive. Far too dark. Retreating to the safe haven of the BBC Hi-Def channel, I watched a little of Michael Palin pootling around bits of the Baltic and then, zapping around, I alighted on (of all things) the ghastly Andrew Neil and the not quite so ghastly Michael Portillo and Diane Abbott, joined by Charles Kennedy and a young Goth I deduced was Andrew Sachs' grand-daughter.
Time for some sleep. G'night.
And, before you know it...
... it's 10:46, Mr (Parcel) Postie has been and gone, the second cuppa is ongoing, as is the rain, and the breakfast, the coming crops of pears, strawberries, and red gooseberries have been wondered at, a tin-foil dish has been transferred from recycle to landfill, and someone is madly tinkling away on a piano on BBC Radio 3.
Buying decisions this time round?
- Chaplin's Girl
I heard an interview with the author on "Woman's Hour" earlier this week - Year of the Dog
I watched an interesting trailer on another DVD - "L" Word, fifth season
I just adore this show - Betrayed
I'd overlooked this Joe Eszterhas story, but the director (Costa-Gavras) and cast are promising - Nell
I had this on LaserDisc years ago
The rain, it depressingly raineth. Goodness me, I shall have to sort out a bite to eat soon. It's already 12:20 (somehow).
And, thinking of lunch, I've just caught (from a radio item on ever-diminished catering arrangements on UK trains) this ghastly sound-bite: "It may be contractualised, as a commitment." To paraphrase John Cleese, "What kind of talk is that?"
The Justice Minister stepping down having displayed a lack of contrition (over an expensive TV, bought on expenses, paid for by the tax-payer, the cost of which he's1 now donating to good causes within his local constituency)? Wriggle, wriggle. I would say the guvmint and, indeed, possibly Parliament, is in danger of imploding up its own anal orifice (which is clearly where various heads have been firmly lodged for far too long) but, actually, is that a danger or a delightful and entertaining prospect? Extraordinary times.
It's all an illusion anyway.
"Brighter later?"
The gloomy weather appears (at 14:08) to be lifting somewhat. I think I shall venture out and buy a little something to nibble for the weekend. But first, my next cuppa.
I'm cheering myself up by listening to the Obituary programme :-)
In writing to my friend Carol over in New York, to get her "take" on the coverage of our little local Westminster difficulties, I found myself reminded of words placed into Kai-Lung's mouth by his creator Ernest Bramah: To regard all men as corrupt is wise, but to attempt to discriminate among the various degrees of iniquity is both foolish and discourteous. (More here.)
Later
Rolf Harris did a jolly good job as chairman of HIGNFY. Let's see how Year of the Dog shapes up.