Well done, 'The Speccie': In the face of this howling gale of national hysteria concerning old pervs and gropers from decades ago which seems to have blown all commonsense out of the window, the dear old 'Speccie' has not one, not two but three articles this week advising our less-than-glorious leaders to calm things down. The heading to Matthew Parris's excellent piece says it all: "There's no fighting paedophile panic. But I'll try". Douglas Murray bemoans the lack of any authority figures these days who might knock some sense into the scaremongers and Rod Liddle does, well, a Rod Liddle, need I say more?
Thank God it's nearly over: Tonight is the final performance in the latter-day Ring Cycle otherwise known as the World Cup. I use the word 'performance' not in the sense of athletic abilities demonstrated but in the strictly theatrical sense. As far as I could see from the various bits and pieces I watched before invariably dozing off, most of them could get jobs as film extras in big battle scenes after they retire because they can fake serious injury better than any luvvie can. Should any player (what an appropriate word!) inadvertantly sneeze you could bet the deeds of the house on at least three opposition players falling to the ground writhing in agony. I think Will's advice to the 'players' is pertinent:
suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special, o'erstep not
the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the
mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance
o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
"Adrift": No, no, not my mind, the film I watched last night. You see, I fell asleep during the footie and woke up somewhat refreshed so I didn't feel like going to bed. Flicking around aimlessly I tried the movies channel and inadvertantly caught the film "Adrift" about 15 minutes in. I remembered vaguely that the story line was that some people on a yacht in the middle of nowhere all entered the water and were unable to get back up the smooth sides of the vessel. It was sort of intriguing, enough anyway to keep me watching to the end. However, having missed the beginning in which, presumably, the characters were introduced I remained confused as to who was who and who was paired off with who. Anyway, it was fairly gripping not least when I realised that on board was a sleeping baby belonging to one of the couples. The writer/director added a touch of sadism by showing that the mother had left a baby alarm on deck so that when the child awoke and began to scream they could all hear it in the water. Not a great film - the ending is confused and confusing - but good enough to keep me up.
The social event of the season: Oh yes, indeed, yesterday was THE event for which every 'wannabe sleb' would die for a ticket. I refer, of course, to our annual church fête to which flock thousands hundreds dozens of people. There was added spice to the occasion because we now have for the first time a 'vicarette'. Alas, I missed the lady, probably because I had my nose buried in the home-made cake stand! Also, to be honest, I found a new-to-me Linwood Barclay thriller on the second-hand book stand so I thought to myself, what the hell am I doing here with all these old ladies when I could be home reading a book by one of the very best thriller writers in the business? In the immortal words of several generations of News of the World reporters, 'I made my excuses and left'.
Who do I cheer for? Germany vs. Argentina in the World Cup Final. Both old enemies of Britain, well, the Germans are, the Argies are latecomers, but still . . . who do I cheer? I suppose if they both play as tediously cagey as all the semi-finalists played then like last night I will doze off. So perhaps I will just applaud brilliant play from whichever side produces it. - and may the best team win!
No more rumbles tonight