Not Dying Young Enough

If the dweeb had died sooner, maybe ditsy Roberts would have had more sense and would have chosen Mr Wonderful (Oh, wait that's another movie with a dimwit female lead)

Mr Wonderful Mark 1

I think most of you know that I am a H-U-G-E Beatles fan, and that George was my favourite Beatle. When I saw a couple of weeks ago that Martin Scorsese had made a film about him, Living in the Material World, I longed to see it. It didn't seem to be showing anywhere, and though the dvd seemed to be available, it was very expensive.

Now I have discovered that it's on TV next weekend, over two nights on BBC2, soon to be on my dvd recorder!

This is the trailer for the movie:

Counterfire

What a pretty pyromaniac.

Deliver me from temptation

Yesterday I donated my hen coop and run to a good cause. I contacted the British Hens Welfare Trust, the charity that rescued Poppy and the other two hens I started off with, to see if they knew anyone who could use them, and they told me they had someone who was going to start caring for "poorlies", rescue hens not yet fit to be rehomed.

And so it was that the last remnants of my lovely girls disappeared from my garden, and with them the temptation to try again. In exchange they gave me half a dozen of their hens' eggs. Yum!

The Horizontal Tango

If only.

Vincent's neck is in evidence a lot in this episode. His groin isn't exactly shy, either.

Bedroom Eyes

Putting the Mockers On

Our wonderful government is determined to raise the motorway speed limit from 70mph to 80mph, just to save the odd motorist a couple of minutes on a few journeys. They are deaf to arguments that it will increase carbon emissions, and because road deaths have fallen drastically over the past few years, they don't seem to realise that accidents that might have caused injury at 70mph will in all likelihood cause deaths at 80mph.

It seems that they have "put the mockers" on the road safety situation, and that fate has decided to take a hand in the matter.

Last night a number of vehicles - many of them large articulated lorries - crashed on the M5 motorway in Somerset, in the West Country. There was then a fireball that engulfed many of the vehicles. The news overnight was that 27 vehicles had been involved, but now the fire is out, this has been revised up to 34. Imagine that, seven vehicles hidden among the flames, presumably with their occupants burning alive inside them.

So far, 7 people have been found dead, but the emergency services fully expect there to be more among the wreckage. It is not yet known what caused the accident, but there appear to have been three possible contributory factors - fog, wet road surface, and the distraction of a nearby firework display. Add to that people going too fast for the conditions, and to want to increase the speed limit seems criminal.

The fire engulfing vehicles on the motorway.

The accident scene from the air in daylight.

Some vehicles have melted on to the carriageway.

Ashes into Glass

It's been more than a year since my beautiful cat Shelley died, and his ashes are still in their "dispersal tube" in my bedroom. I just haven't been able to bring myself to sprinkle his last remains on his brother's grave.

But I've found a company that will turn a small amount of his ashes into glass and set it in jewellery. It's expensive, but once it's done, I will have a memorial to my lovely boy that I can carry with me and that will last forever:

And So To Sleep

I don't think Bobby ever looked more gorgeous than in this episode.





















"I really am trying not to look at this woman's bust."


"I really, really am."


"I give up!"

Did I remember to tell you...

...that Peter James won the ITV Crime Writers' Award that I posted about, and that many of you voted on?

His latest book, Perfect People, is just out, and it's not a crime novel this time, it's about a couple who have a genetically engineered baby after losing baby number 1 to a rare genetic condition.

I have a feeling they're going to get a baby that, among other "improvements", maximises its lifespan by sleeping only a couple of hours a night, not because it's hungry/wet/teething but because it's genetically programmed that way. Sound like anyone's nightmare?