It must be winter, I’ve been watching TV, visiting the cinema and listening to radio a bit more than usual.
I can tell you what I have enjoyed this week and what I haven’t. June Brown and Lady Gaga on the Graham Norton Show was one of the highlights. My sister used to say I’m eccentric but watching those two I felt secure in my mundanity and even jealous of how deliciously eccentric they both are! It’s fun to just be and not to take any notice of the criticisers and naysayers. June Brown is a one off, speaks her mind and retains a certain glamour I truly hope I will develop by my later years. Her energy and vitality are to be admired and I can totally understand Lady Gaga rubbing June Brown’s arm in the hope she’ll grab some genes by osmosis.
People love to be shocked and Lady Gaga seems to have grasped this fact but in truth I can buy that she is a true eccentric too. She seems so comfortable in her own skin and determined to be who she wants to be, which I think is great. It’s easy to criticise but not so easy to create.
I’ve been enjoying The Escape Artist too. I’m a little concerned that I find psychopaths so compelling, Bates Motel is another current favourite. More stuff that is on the outside of society. Not that I’m one of those people who ghoulishly watches police programmes, horror shows, gory bits of hospital documentaries or dramas. Oh no, I avoid all that big time. However, a well written, well acted thriller is something I love, you don’t often come across them.
I haven’t been to the cinema in quite a while and Philomena proved to be well worth returning for. Now I want to read Martin Sixsmith’s book. Steve Coogan is brilliant and Judi Dench perfectly cast as Philomena. I loved the fact that you barely needed anyone else to make this film work as the story is so strong and moving.
It was certainly welcome after Arbitrage which I found disappointing.
To top the week off, I listened to the last recording of David Frost discussing what he would like to donate to an imaginary museum on Radio 4. His choice was of course, the Nixon tapes.
I feel guilty now as I have to confess I didn’t get round to writing anything this week. No, not because I was watching TV and films all week but because I got caught up in the day job. Next week will be different. Three short stories are off to competitions and I’m hoping to write a couple more.
However, not before I’ve seen Pam Ayres, someone I’ve admired the wit of for many years, can’t wait!