Friday on my Mind
Quite a surprise this evening as we returned from a pleasant tincture or two with the redoubtable Dot - 86 and still full of vigour.First off was David James on the Jonathon Ross show. After that, surfing the vast choice that Freeview allows, I came across an hours-worth of Richard Thompson on BBC2. Wonderful.
Have you noticed that, as time goes by, all these programs, radio broadcasts and magic lantern shows are the product of the BBC? An institution that still has one foot firmly planted in the public service tradition.
Can't see it lasting though. Can you?
Still....all you MM knockers, deal with this:-
"This movie is perhaps the most thoroughly researched and vetted documentary of our time. No fewer than a dozen people, including three teams of lawyers and the venerable one-time fact-checkers from The New Yorker went through this movie with a fine-tooth comb so that we can make this guarantee to you. Do not let anyone say this or that isn't true. If they say that, they are lying. Let them know that the OPINIONS in the film are mine, and anyone certainly has a right to disagree with them. And the questions I pose in the movie, based on these irrefutable facts, are also mine. And I have a right to ask them. And I will continue to ask them until they are answered."
And so say all of us. Well, over here at least.
Eldest reckons that the weirdest thing that's ever been said to him at a Premiership match is:-
"Bloody hell. There's Rick Wakeman".
As, indeed, it was. The erstwhile Yes keyboardman had swapped his allegiance from Brentford to the only football club to come from Manchester.
Dressed from head to foot in black he was. Although it was merely a suit and not a cloak, heavy with baubles, bangles and beads.
He lives next door to Norman Wisdom these days. On the Isle of Man.
He did the half time draw.
I remembered "Tales From Topographic Oceans".
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