Am having a slightly extended Easter break even though kids are back - was supposed to be working today, but then had to be off tomorrow - tiresome domestic / medical stuff - so decided to make a weekend of it.
Which means I am free to write a blog at 4:15 in the afternoon, even if it's just a quick one.
I was delighted that the Trussell Trust exceeded its normal take by a couple of orders of magnitude, due to the reaction of right-thinking individuals to the Mail on Sunday's tricks (see last blog). So at least something good came of it.
And maintaining an Easter theme (very loosely) I was astonished by the BBC's Rev show last night. Really beautifully done - emotional and spiritual almost, though with plenty of comedy. Check it out.
I suppose there are lots of good comedies that have a semi-tragic element behind them. I don't just mean the biopic- friendly stuff on Tony Hancock or Kenneth Williams. It's simply that for us to relate to a character there usually needs to be something appealing about them; something human. It's why The Office really works because of Tim and Dawn (the painting set etc) and not because of David Brent.
Elsewhere, I'm not writing about football, other than to lodge my indignation that the first nine minutes of the BBC news at lunchtime was about David Moyes. Orwell had something to say about the proles, football and the lottery - uncomfortably close to the bone these days.
So, that's it. Despite being a Gentleman of Leisure today I have other stuff to do. Not least I have to figure out some more French in advance of a Voxcetera rehearsal tonight.
P.S. Break a leg to all those involved with Sweeney Todd tonight. I am going on Friday, and may I suspect need some time off pies thereafter.
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