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Zzzzz
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I looked for a ‘Yawn!’ Emoji, but this is the best I could do. 😴
Risen
I watched the first episode of Black Earth Rising a few weeks ago, then life got in the way. But now I’m back, and I am hooked.
Not only on the series, but on its lead. Not being a C4 watcher, I knew nothing of Chewing Gum, her previous venture, but I plan to catch up once Black Earth is done.
Michaela Coel is how she’s billed. I suppose when your name is Michaela-Moses Ewuraba O Boakye-Collinson, you’re entitled to shorten it a little. Whatever, she’s a star.
Plotting the loss?
So, the Doctor is back and she’s made some changes. But Bill Potts has gone, taking with her a whole potential story line. I am a big Jodie fan so fine with her but I am wondering if this is all another perverted BBC ploy to kill off the franchise. Castrate the Doctor, switch to Sunday, no opening titles, Bradley Walsh as her companion: any one of those will upset some of the faithful; doing them all at once could signal the end of days.
Caring
I am watching a piece on Breakfast about carers and caring. While I sympathise with the sad lady whose situation they chose to highlight, I disagree with her litany of complaints.
You’re looking after your partner, dear. You gave the impression that you believe you were forced to do it and that you resent it. Sorry, but it’s what you signed up for. It’s a privilege to look after someone you love. It can be tough, but it’s better than loneliness.
If you don’t want to do it or you can’t, there is support out there, from social services, the NHS and from charities. After your tv exposure I hope that it will seek you out.
GOAT?
The new John Lewis and Waitrose tv ad: Greatest Of All Time?
Opinion | I Am Part of the Resistance Inside the Trump Administration – The New York Times
I work for the president but like-minded colleagues and I have vowed to thwart parts of his agenda and his worst inclinations.
— Read on www.nytimes.com/2018/09/05/opinion/trump-white-house-anonymous-resistance.html
Been here before
Another Girona/Ryanair fuck-up. Passengers queuing on a staircase waiting to board an aircraft that is unlit and has no steps deployed. In other words the crew isn’t here yet.
I don’t give a toss
There is tragedy in the world and time is given to this?
Come on!
Maybe we get what we deserve but … these people seem to be minimal in every respect. They are morons and any society that affords them a flicker of interest needs to take a look at itself.
Eck
So. Alex Salmond.
It’s going to get messy. I wonder how the likes of Kerr Fraser, Russell Hillhouse or Muir Russell would have handled a similar situation in their day. More carefully, I suggest.
Sin of omission
How have I gone through the last 32 years missing out on ‘Cracked Rear View Mirror’?
Cheers
Thanks to the many who filled the new Spark Theatre last night. It’s a welcome addition to the Edinburgh International Book Festival. Thanks also to the inimitable Brian Taylor, and once again to George, for preventing a potential disaster.
Mediterranean nights
It’s 22:59, my screen tells me, and I am sat outside on a humid night listening to some twat belting out a version of La Macarena. This is more than a little passé to us old hands but the market for Europop is self-renewing.
This would be tolerable if it were not for the fact that the sound is coming from a campsite one and a half kilometres away and I can do follar todo about it. The small crumb of comfort is that the law requires them to cease at midnight.
I close with a word to the wise: if you have small children and are thinking of a canvas holiday, do not take them anywhere near Camping Maite in L’Escala. Also, if any of my neighbours should read this and are thinking of complaining to the licensing authority about the din, don’t waste your time. They can do follar todo about it either.
Balls
Somewhere along the line I got to like Ed Balls. It didn’t dawn on me until I saw him on Peston one Sunday, talking eminent sense about an issue of the day. I’m not sure when the conversion happened, but it may have begun with the grace and dignity with which he lost his parliamentary seat.
I heard him this morning on Chris Evans, plugging his new BBC2 series on Trump’s America. At the end of his segment Chris E tried to ask him if he would ever return to British politics. He fudged the answer, but he didn’t say no.
I would welcome him back, as would, I suspect, a few million lifelong Labour voters who are appalled by what has happened to their party. I might even vote for him.
Raindrops
Watched the end of the Our Girl series last night. No spoilers but … nicking one cliche from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid was bad enough, but two at once?
I suppose it’s what one might call a cliffhanger.
Guess who’s coming to dinner
The older I grow, the smaller my dream dinner table becomes. It’s down to seven now.
Barack Obama: I wonder if he regrets shredding Trump at that dinner.
Michelle Obama: you can’t have one without the other.
Emmanuel Macron: the French Obama?
Kim Jong-un: there might be a funny guy lurking inside that paranoid, despotic mass murderer.
Anthony Joshua: I’m serious. The lad impresses me in a way that no other sportsman has since Mohammad Ali.
David Beckham: he can pick up the tab.
Ian Rankin: because I need another Jock and he’s good company.
Guess who’s coming to dinner
The older I grow, the smaller my dream dinner table becomes. It’s down to six now.
Barack Obama: I wonder if he regrets shredding Trump at that dinner.
Michelle Obama: you can’t have one without the other.
Emmanuel Macron: the French Obama?
Kim Jong-un: there might be a funny guy lurking inside that paranoid, despotic mass murderer.
Anthony Joshua: I’m serious. The lad impresses me in a way that no other sportsman has since Mohammad Ali.
David Beckham: he can pick up the tab.
Ian Rankin: because I need another Jock and he’s good company.
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