Today is something that has been happening in the room next door. I’m vaguely aware of what’s going on in there by the muffled thuds and indistinct voices, and I communicate with its occupants by whispering through the cracks appearing here and there in the wall. What a corker of a hangover. Absolutely top hole.
I’d taken the recommendation of Malcolm Gluck in the Guardian this week for a cheap Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon. Too cheap really. I absorbed only one bottle, which doesn’t seem excessive for a Friday evening, but at £2.99, there was always going to be a risk of a desperate Saturday. And that’s what I got. After getting to bed at 4am I needed a good sleep but managed only 4 hours or so. This didn’t help.
Another evening in the cinema, the 3rd time in 5 days. This time we caught up with the latest Harry Potter nonsense. This one is my last. I hate the Potter industry. I read the first book and found it deeply dull. The problem was, I didn’t believe a word of it. Maybe’s that’s a surprising observation to make about a kiddie’s fantasy, but proper fantasy is totally believable. With Potter, I could see JK Rowling tapping away behind the scenes, ticking off the list of buttons she needed to press to keep the kids happy. I did enjoy the first film though. The second less so. I wanted to see the third because I’d heard that the change of director had made it a more ‘cinematographic’ film. And it probably is. Some of the aerial scenes with a backdrop of the Scottish Highlands, are truly spectacular. But the plot is as thin as my chances of doing a marathon this autumn. I’m all Pottered out. That’s it.
No running today, of course. Some more encouraging emails though, including one from Celia in Falmouth, telling me to upload this stuff. So here you are, Celia. I have a load of Cuba talk from June to post up sometime too. I had wanted to complete it before uploading July, but no matter.
