The latest Seasonal Area page has now been online for two or three weeks, so let’s get round to mentioning its existence. Matters weren’t helped by the fact that having written it I then went on holiday for a week. Since then I’ve been catching up with my life. The laundry is nearly done.
(Coming back and realising that the first priority was sorting the week’s laundry plus some left over from when I went away reminded me of a Thomas Cook advert from about ten years ago. It showed an overflowing laundry basket with the strapline “It’s time to leave the country”. The Mother’s response was something to the effect of “But then there’ll be even more washing to do when you get back”.)
Anyway, the Seasonal Area picture was taken on a walk in the Brecon Beacons last year, a week or so after getting back from the end of my final year at university. It was a warm and hilly walk, but the final weeks of my degree had featured several warm and hilly walks so this wasn’t as much of a problem as it could have been. Several pictures of generally good quality were taken; perhaps the one I used on my personal calendar was better, but hey ho.
Still trying to decide what July gets this year…
Spent part of this evening watching my latest acquisition – a film called His Girl Friday. Seen it a couple of times before and still rather enjoy it.
After the opening titles is a screen which says:
It all happened in the “Dark Ages” of the newspaper game – when to a reporter “getting that story” justified anything short of murder.
Incidentally you will see in this picture no resemblance to the men and women of the press of today.
Well, once upon a time…
Please can we scrap the Leveson Enquiry and just watch His Girl Friday instead? Much cheaper and says much the same thing…
(The film stars Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell and Ralph Bellamy. References to the “European War” are to what we now know as the Second World War, but the US was abstaining to concentrate on human interest stories about raccoons.)
Now there was going to be something else, other than something in the next post which got out of hand (apparently I think I’m an expert on education policy for the masses), but except for a review of Laurence Durrell’s Bitter Lemons of Cyprus (which I haven’t finished yet so should probably refrain from commenting on too much) I forget what else has come to mind lately.