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He stands about a foot from the TV, riveted. Jenny Agutter is waving a red petticoat tied to a branch. “Stop! Please stop!” For a while he can’t take his eyes off the TV. Then suddenly he turns and runs to my lap, lip quivering, the impending crash too much for him. Even then he cannot turn his [...] What with my fingers being back in action again, at least for the moment, I’ve decided to put a massive effort into improving on the mandolin. I’ve always been rubbish at reading music, especially getting the rhythm right. It is high time I did my homework, got down and just practised and got better. [...] It is 2:45pm on Friday and I’m still in my jammies. I have the lurgy. I am jacked up on Lemsip and flopped watching Tikkabilla on the PVR. L and Yoda seem to be over their lurgies leaving me to suffer alone. They’ve been to the swings and are now out having an adventure. I am [...] As Mo rightly pointed out, we have indeed been on our holidays. L and I flew off to Cyprus for a wedding but about 2 days in I contracted a sore throat and spent the actual wedding day in bed watching LTV, Mega, Sigma and RIK1/2. Cypriot telly is a strange thing. Comprising mostly of [...] (This is the last of my Dylan smarming) I was out with a mate for a curry last night and waved him off after a dram. A good evening. L passed him on the doorstep as she came in after a video n’ chocolate evening with his wife. It was late so she toddled off to [...] Well I sat in and watched Part 2 last night, which was pretty good. Actually, it seemed to be more of Part 1 … if you know what I mean. Interesting to see Joan Baez as the mothering sort. Even on the old footage she seemed to be fussing around Dylan who seemed to be [...] I sat down late last night and caught the end of “No Direction Home” (part 1) – Martin Scorsese’s biographical documentary of Bob Dylan. It was very good indeed. Firstly it was quite nice to hear Ol’ Mr Zimmerman actually talk rather than sing. I’ve only ever heard him mumble a few words before a [...] Well we sat down to watch “Other Peoples Houses” last night again. I love it to sneer at the pretty but face slappingly rude presenter who lacks the charisma to pull it off. She has a formula which involves using the same stock phrases to sneer at peoples houses. “Too cottagey”, “too contemporary”, “not quite [...] |
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