In the wee small hours...
...one of the best things about Friday
and Saturday nights is that, without the pressure to be rested for
work the next day, on waking at one or two or three, and unable to
sleep, I can read or watch or listen until sleep comes naturally...
...so, goodbye The Killing...
...series one, episodes nineteen and
twenty, and (almost) all of the red herrings exposed as such, and
loose ends tied, and, as was always on the cards, a slightly messy
conclusion, but one that made perfect sense. Characters acting
according to the characters developed over those twenty hours of the
first series. I'm going to miss having this to watch...
...but, as one door closes...
...Spiral is French, much
shorter at six forty-five minute episodes, and the first one is very
promising...
...Dadi Waz A Badi...
...shocking revalations as it comes to
light that DLL's never seen Blazing Saddles. What have I been
thinking of...
...she's not so bad...
...considering that major omission in
her social, and cinematic education. I'll have to line up Young
Frankenstein (my personal favourite) too. DLL's remarkably
patient with my dementia-affected mum. She's as good as I'm useless.
We never had much in common in any case. I know as much about jigsaw
puzzles and knitting as she does about football and cricket. She has
that religion-inspired belief that she's right and everyone else is
going to hell in an alcohol-fuelled handcart concealed by a cloud of
fag-smoke. I fully understand that there's more to life than football
and curry, and as soon as I discover what, exactly, that is, I intend
to give it a good go.
So, with the World T20 cricket on the
radio headphones, DLL had to do all the interfacing with her while I
did the kitchen stuff. Cups of tea. Dinner. That sort of thing.
I suppose it's an indicator of my
relationship with her that I'm convinced that she's to blame for us
losing two wickets and slowing down the scoring rate, because of the
negative vibes she radiates with such intensity.
DLL manages her so well, so deftly, and
with such good humour. Effortless...
...which was Arsenal during the
first half...
...effortlessly conceding possession,
momentum, territory and a goal to Citeh. We looked like we were
holding on by the skin of our teeth, causing them no problems at all,
and destined to go down by about three nil as the inevitable-looking
late goals were given away.
Instead we came out a different team in
the second half, caused them no end of bother, grabbed a deserved
equaliser and arguably were unlucky not to get a winner, too...
...the cricket team's coming home...
...narrowly losing a great contest with
South Africa by a small margin, and, basically, paying the price of
losing that joke of a lightning storm curtailed game to New Zealand.
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