I got lovely presents for Christmas – salted caramels with edible glitter, two books (Gervase Phinn’s The Other Side Of The Dale and the Alan Partridge book I, Partridge) and £30. I had a trio-of-mushrooms parcel for Xmas dinner, with the inevitable bread sauce. The best things I watched on TV over Christmas were A Christmas Carol Goes Wrong – so funny – and two films I hadn’t seen before: Big Hero 6 and Toy Story 3.
For my birthday I got more lovely presents: Alan Bennett’s A Life Like Other People’s, some mint Matchmakers, a bar of salted butterscotch chocolate and £30.
I still have another trio-of-mushrooms parcel which I’m going to have for dinner today.
Happy 2018 x
HAPPY BI VISIBILITY DAY x
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Please, I beg you …
DON’T VOTE FOR THE TORIES!
(And it would be funny to see Tony Blair’s face if Jeremy Corbyn becomes Prime Minister.)
In the same way as when many people see a celebrity’s name trending on Twitter they assume that celebrity’s died, I now assume, when I see an unfamiliar word trending (and I of course speak German, Spanish, Italian and Portuguese), that Trump has been tweeting. I actually reckon – from the context in which he used the word – that “covfefe” might be how the POTUS thinks “kerfuffle” is spelt.
In the blog post I posted on Monday, I announced that the subtitles on my TV hadn’t disappeared or frozen for ages. As Sod’s Law inevitably dictates, on Monday night my subtitles froze while I was watching an old episode of The Chase on Challenge, so I had to retune my TV.
I’ve now nearly finished reading A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man again; I should have finished it by the end of May (by “the end of May” I mean the end of this month rather than the day Theresa the Appeaser ceases to be prime minister). When I’ve finished the Joyce I plan to read The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe – which I first read when I was 6 and last read when I was 17 – again. I like to have a fiction book and a non-fiction book on the go at the same time, so I’m also reading Rebound, Bob Greene’s fascinating book about the period in Michael Jordan’s life when he switched to baseball.
The subtitles on my television haven’t disappeared or frozen for ages – presumably, as I am aware that a lot of people have expressed concern about disappearing / freezing subtitles, they must have done work on the transmitter. Because of this, after watching a recent 1983 TOTP on BBC4 I now finally know all the lyrics to Ryan Paris’ Dolce Vita (I’m not ashamed to admit I love that song).
I have been alerted to the fact that in a recent editorial the Daily Fail referred to itself as “peace-loving”. That’s “peace-loving” in the same way as Tony Blair is. Some of the vox pops I’ve seen on TV during the election campaign – with “lifelong Labour voters” who think the party have suddenly become ruled by a “metropolitan elite” since Jeremy Corbyn became leader – have shown that other people seem to share my late, Fail-reading grandmother’s bizarre belief that Tony Blair is a left-wing radical. There have also been some women interviewed in these vox pops saying that they intend to vote Tory because Theresa May is a woman. I’m a woman and I’m certainly not voting Tory on June 8th. I was dismayed (no pun intended) when Kate Bush was quoted a few months ago as praising Theresa May for being a woman, and I still remember when the Spice Girls proclaimed that Margaret Thatcher was the first Spice Girl (Factory-Closing Spice?).
Another thing that makes me feel old is that the new president of France is younger than me. I don’t know that much about Emmanuel Macron or his politics, but I’m just glad that the Le Pen dynasty didn’t win the French election. I expect the Orange ManBaby is spitting feathers about Marine Le Pen not being French president today, but the Donald still has Theresa the Appeaser.