At the risk of annoying all you sun-worshippers, it was a relief to wake up this morning to a sun-less sky and feeling rather more like a human being that recently. Maybe now my legs will shrink to the size of a baby elephant and I’ll be able to take a deep breath now and again instead of lying, listless, on the couch watching sky.
Maybe a few days of good old Thunder & Lightening would electrify us.
An incessant supply of ‘Murder She Wrote, Law & Order, the bloody SCI, The Practice and that awful oily M Poirot has my brain turned to jelly. Jim Bergerac has merged into Midsummer Bloody Murders and Have I Got News for you is from so far back that even I can’t remember the political innuendos.
Someone made a fortune from churning out all those lousy scripts you know – that’s the market we should be aiming for -maybe! To hell with literature, let’s steep ourselves in soaps, full of (b)lather and froth. We could do a ‘round the table’ murder story some morning. Hammer out a plot and see who can fill in the best dialogue. Our characters could include menacing poets, sexual perverts and pub performers. And of course a few clever-clogs that know all the answers (I bags being one of those, age bringing wisdom and all that jazz). I think we could do it.
No? Just a thought.
The urbane John Bowman bowed out from Q & A (he must have a Dorian Grey-like picture in the attic – he hasn’t aged at all over the years) but Vincent Browne rants on interminably. Ministers head to the hills for holidays leaving us afraid to make plans in case our jobs disappear, wages shrink further, the price of petrol soars and lawns are turned into allotments to feed the starving –us! So there’s no sun shining on our economic fortunes either.
Welcome lovely dull July 09.