2011 — 16 May: Monday
What I know about football — indeed, what I care about football — would hardly cover the head of a pin. But Christa and her Dad both enjoyed watching it from time to time. Here she was warming up for a game with Peter:
Of course, "the streets were safer1 back in them days". It's another sunny morning and time for my wake-me-up properly cuppa.
If music be...
I can't decide whether this review of "Electric Eden" by Rob Young makes me want to rush out and buy it, or run quickly away from it. Source and snippet:
Mr. Young charts the history of Britain's folk movement, through the work of early song collectors like Cecil Sharp and Vaughan Williams, and the songs (both original and traditional) of ruddy midcentury performers like Ewan MacColl. He is quite hilarious while dispatching effete, drawing-room folk singing. He quotes one critic lambasting the championing of "clodhopping bumpkin folderol" by, all too often, "prancing curate[s] in cricket flannels."
Remember that dreadful duo performing at the first of those "Four Weddings and a Funeral"?
Winsome, lose some
That nice Uncle ERNIE has just paid all but one penny of the latest round of foody shopping. Pity he can't do that every time, of course. It's 12:15 and a nice day out there. Time for a late lemonses cuppa to accompany the Gershwin (who is, I assume, BBC Radio 3's new composer of the week.) I had never heard of his opera "Blue Monday".
Speaking of blue Mondays, I hafta say that — for many years, now — it's struck me that whenever a PM announces he (or even she) has "full confidence" in some underling (Chris Huhne, for today's example) thought to have transgressed, that underling's days have always turned out to be numbered as surely as your telomeres are thought to predict your lifespan. (A story that naturally brings to mind Robert Heinlein's 1939 classic "Life-line".)
Having just closed down dear Mama's Severn Trent water account and made the final payment, I shall nip over with a chocolate topup for her. After all, I've only about a million other things I'd prefer to do...
And so it came...
... to pass that, at 18:45 I find myself back home, still in bright sunshine, having swung by Roger & Eileen on the return journey from the care-home. And bearing a freebie DVD that somehow got ordered twice. Not a film I know, though I read the book on which it's based many years ago. And, indeed, I regularly shopped at that very address back when it was trading as "Covent Garden Records" and selling outrageously expensive LaserDiscs. Proof here!
Food, Mrs Landingham. Bring me the finest crockpot in the land.
House room at last!
Almost exactly four years ago, I suspended my watching of "House" — oddly, Christa continued to enjoy it — though I kept buying the boxed sets as I had a sneaking suspicion I would one day return to it. I've just watched, and enjoyed, the first four six episodes of Season #4. Who can fathom the workings of the human mind? :-)
G'night.