Work must be doing me some good
Posted 4 Days Ago
Because I can fasten my belt up to the third notch, something I haven't been able to do for many months, and with relative ease. That means soon I'll be able to start wearing some trousers I haven't worn for more than six months again
Posted Last Week
I need a decongestant because I haven't been able to say 'tyoons' (help you breathe more easily) for at least two weeks and it's starting to irk me. My nose has, with only a few exceptions, been continuously blocked during that time. It has also been running like Niagara Falls at times (especially in the middle of the night or when I'm at the bar ) and causing me to sneeze up to a dozen times in a row several times a day. Like I just did.
I'm really, really fed up with it, especially because there's no apparent reason for it. It's definitely not a cold because there aren't any cold symptoms. It feels like allergies (itchy eyes, itchy soft palate, tingling inside the nose) but cedar season is pretty much over and oak season hasn't started, and all the pollen reports lately have only been low to medium. I think I might not be the only one with it - a few mornings ago our local Morning Edition anchor sounded as bunged up as me, and the same day I heard at least two other people on the bus continually emptying their hooter into a handkerchief.
Tunes, Hall's Mentho Lyptus, Vic Inhaler, I don't care. I just want rid of it. Before oak season starts would be really nice.
Several pricks later...
Posted 2 Weeks Ago
That's the first of three pairs of jeans patched. All three have worn in, shall we say, the nether regions
I haven't done any sewing for years; I'd forgotten how relaxing it is, mostly. Except when you jab the needle into your finger or you can't hold the bit you're sewing steady because of all the other material getting in the way. But when I'm done I'll have double the pairs of jeans I had this time yesterday At least, double the pairs I can wear outdoors without frightening the , making women swoon , and getting hauled off in a Black Maria
That was a close one
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
I just came within a hair's breadth of putting my phone through the laundry
If you'd have said that 40 years ago people would have looked at you as if you were stark raving
Even the best can shoot wide of the mark
Posted 4 Weeks Ago
One of my favourite writers for television is Jack Rosenthal. His CV is impressive. Apart from working on episodes of various soap operas, drama series and sitcoms such as Corrie, Mrs Thursday, Bootsie and Snudge, The Duchess of Duke Street, Village Hall and Armchair Theatre, he's been responsible for devising or writing several of his own TV plays, dramas and sitcoms, some less well known than others and some which have become television classics - There's a Hole in Your Dustbin Delilah (which led to), The Dustbinmen, The Knowledge, Bar Mitzvah Boy, P'tang Yang Kipperbang, The Chain, the original TV play (and first episode) of London's Burning, Moving Story, Spend Spend Spend and Sadie It's Cold Outside, not to mention writing the screenplay for Yentl.
So I looked forward to seeing the first series of The Lovers, which I vaguely remember from when it was broadcast in 1970 but never watched. With scripts by Rosenthal, Richard Beckinsale in his first major role, and all six episodes directed by Michael Apted I had high hopes, but they were misplaced. It was just wasn't funny, even allowing for the difference in humour styles between then and now. It wasn't just unfunny, it was dire, stodgy and repetitive. And yet he must have been writing it at the same time as, or very soon after he wrote his last episode of The Dustbinmen (he didn't write any of the third and last series). The two sitcoms are like chalk and cheese. Okay, Dustbinmen had a strong cast - Bryan Pringle, Graham Haberfield, Trevor Bannister, Tim Wylton and Brian Wilde - with good characterisations, and it's remained one of my favourite sitcoms through the years. A pity that, of series two, only the first episode still exists in colour, the others having been wiped or lost and now exist only as black and white film copies that were sent to TV companies overseas.
So I don't think I'll be watching the second series of The Lovers. Rosenthal had left the series by then anyway, and even with Les Chatfield as series director - he also directed The Dustbinmen and has a CV as long as your arm - I can't work up the enthusiasm for it. No more Geoffrey Bubbles Bonbon for me.