Vindicated!

Peter McGrath: Shake me up, Judy (19-Dec-2005)

… The best thing she [Gillian 'Agent Scully' Anderson in the BBC's adaptation of Bleak House] did was die, and as she expired wetly (literally and dramatically) I found myself cheering and shouting at the screen for someone to bury her fast and cheap… She was the only fly in an otherwise wonderful ointment. Her work permit should be revoked immediately and she sent back to make more trash TV for gullible American youth to quote in their essays.

Gruts: Stiff upper crust (21-Dec-2005)

… Agent Scully, if you’re reading this, please ignore Peter so-called McGrath: you can do both totally repressed and TOTALLY MENTAL extremely well. In my book, that’s a full A to Z of emotions. I confidently predict a BAFTA nomination for you—although I expect the award will go to your talented daughter.

BAFTA: This year’s nominations

ACTRESS

GILLIAN ANDERSON – Bleak House (BBC1)
LUCY COHU – The Queen’s Sister (Channel 4)
ANNE-MARIE DUFF – Shameless (Channel 4)
ANNA MAXWELL MARTIN – Bleak House (BBC1)

(My emphasis added.)

But Peter and I are in complete agreement that the BAFTA should rightly go to Anna Maxwell Martin (who played Agent Scully’s pockmarked daughter).

Postscript: Peter and I called it right. Congratulations Anna M M.

Muggerty

Jen and I invented a useful new word yesterday: muggerty.

It was one of those mornings when you wake up full of good intentions, meaning to get lots of little jobs done around the house (with a bit of gardening thrown in for good measure, perhaps). But, as we looked out of the window over breakfast, it became quite clear that not one of those little jobs was going to get done. It was cold, and wet and horrible, you see. Not quite windy enough to be described as blustery, but pretty damn close. And it looked as if the weather was there to say. It was the sort of day where you turn the central heating back on, having turned it off for what you believed would be the entire summer only a week earlier. It was the sort of day where you decide to light a fire and sit in front of it all day, drinking tea. And, because you know you’re going to be there for the duration, you decide to drink large mugs of the stuff, rather than the usual cups. Mugs are much more comforting than cups on days like that.

“It’s a mug-of-tea sort of day,” I observed to Jen, draining my second mug of the morning.

“Yes, very muggerty,” agreed Jen.

How to become an elected dictator

61 years ago today, Hamburg radio announced that Adolf Hitler was dead. He’d topped himself the day before. Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving chap. Do you know, he even poisoned his dog beforehand, the nasty, little turd!

Hitler went to a lot of trouble to become his nation’s leader. A dodgy election campaign was followed by a plebiscite conferring draconian new powers on the man with the stupid moustache. So Hitler always had the comfort of being able to claim that he was a democractically elected Führer. Dictators have a thing about being democratically elected.

But I think I’ve spotted a really easy way to get myself elected dictator of Britain, without any bloodshed or anything (and then it’ll be furry-pillowcase time for all those sodding cats):

BBC: Britain ‘needs compulsory voting’

Britons should be forced to vote in elections, a think-tank has said. The Institute for Public Policy Research’s report suggests those who do not vote should be fined to combat low turnout at the polls…

Under the institute’s plan, electors would be offered a “none of the above” choice or could simply spoil their papers.

If anyone is ever crazy enough to introduce compulsory voting, all I will need to do is change my name to None of the Above, put myself up for election in every constituency, and I will cruise to victory almost totally unopposed.

The British public takes its apathy very seriously.

It’s what grandad fought the Nazis for.

Quoting Peter Kaye…

At the end of my second-ever I.M. chat with Carolyn (and, indeed, anyone) last night:

Me: …Oh yes, and before I forget… Knock knock…
Carolyn: who’s there?
Me: Bigish.
Carolyn: bigish who?
Me: Sorry, mate, I haven’t got any spare change! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!
Carolyn: very funny – goodnight!