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poliphiloMy mother's carer says Dunorlan Park in Tunbridge Wells was full of people yesterday. And similar reports have been coming in from all over. Wherever there's a green space people were making for it. I'd have been one of them if I'd been free...
The PM is cross about it. If we can't use our green spaces responsibly he'll take them away and put them behind lock and key and we shan't have the use of them any more. I notice, by the way, that the fiat against people sitting too close together doesn't seem to apply to his press conferences.
I watched Oliver Twist last night. Which one? The David Lean version of course, starring Alec Guinness's nose. I mock- but the nose- distracting in its enormity- is almost the only flaw in a film that's otherwise tremendous in every department- and considerably better as a film than the novel is as a novel- the blacks so black and the whites so white, the angles so acute, the faces so expressive, and the England of William IV so stinging present to the senses! And is that Hattie Jacques, singing her lungs out in the smoky fug of The Three Cripples? Indeed it is. And she receives a screen credit for it even though we hardly get to see her face...
Catching up on old movies would be a good way of passing some of this period of quarantine. I have a cupboard full of DVDs- quite a few of them bought with the best intentions but never viewed. And now would be a really good time- what with it being about the plague and starring the recently deceased Max von Sydow- to give the Seventh Seal another spin.
The PM is cross about it. If we can't use our green spaces responsibly he'll take them away and put them behind lock and key and we shan't have the use of them any more. I notice, by the way, that the fiat against people sitting too close together doesn't seem to apply to his press conferences.
I watched Oliver Twist last night. Which one? The David Lean version of course, starring Alec Guinness's nose. I mock- but the nose- distracting in its enormity- is almost the only flaw in a film that's otherwise tremendous in every department- and considerably better as a film than the novel is as a novel- the blacks so black and the whites so white, the angles so acute, the faces so expressive, and the England of William IV so stinging present to the senses! And is that Hattie Jacques, singing her lungs out in the smoky fug of The Three Cripples? Indeed it is. And she receives a screen credit for it even though we hardly get to see her face...
Catching up on old movies would be a good way of passing some of this period of quarantine. I have a cupboard full of DVDs- quite a few of them bought with the best intentions but never viewed. And now would be a really good time- what with it being about the plague and starring the recently deceased Max von Sydow- to give the Seventh Seal another spin.
