Oscar was never better named.
He did it, no question, even if he did get a ‘Not proven’ verdict on the murder charge. He turned into a Quentin Tarantino character and started blazing away at a door knowing there was someone behind it. All through the trial I waited for the prosecution to hammer away at the key questions:
‘When you heard the noise, why did it not occur to you to check whether your girlfriend was still in bed beside you?’
‘When you heard the noise, why did it not occur to you to ask Reeva if she’d heard it too?’
‘When you got out your gun, why did it not occur to your to turn and say to Reeva, “Stay here while I investigate.”?’
Of all of it, that’s the part I don’t understand, and that’s where reasonable doubt must kick in.
In all the circumstances, five years for shooting and killing your girlfriend, most of it to be served under ‘house arrest’, seems like the deal of the day.
I’m not a big Strictly fan . . . that is an understatement . . . but I happened to catch the end of the results programme last night. It featured, to my astonishment, the duetting Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga.
I like Lady G even less than I like Strictly, but Tony Bennett could make anyone sound good. The remarkable thing about the pairing is not that someone thought to put them together, but that when his partner, now 28, was born, Mr B was already sixty years old.
Dipped into the unwatched BluRay pile last night, and pulled out ‘Nebraska’. Bruce Dern has been on most people’s ‘What ever happened to ….?’ list for years, but not any more. It’s the best thing he’s ever done; too bad it took him 55 years.
I have had a brainwave. How to turn The Apprentice from an unpleasant spectacle into a global chart-topper. Fire the bully that is Alan Sugar and replace him with Graham Norton.
Last night we finally got round to watching ‘The Dallas Buyers Club’, without any prior knowledge of the story. Absolutely brilliant, and a best actor Oscar well deserved.
Then I soured it by watching the first episode of ‘The Great Fire’, on ITV. Three more to go, apparently, but I don’t care if they never put it out.
Trying to work, with a building site next door on my right, and another two doors down on my left. Pain in the butt.