A colour television in the 1960s cost as much as a new, I suppose small, car. A large Dover Sole in a restaurant cost 12/6 or half a crown. I have bought a TV for £125 (the TV licence is £175) and it does everything except brush my teeth. On the other hand I don’t want everything and find navigation as tricky as the shoals in the Frisian Islands. I do want Dover Sole and in a restaurant it costs about £50. As it is a large fish I often persuade somebody to share. Actually, at Wiltons a shared Dover Sole is the cheapest main course, if money matters.
Right now I have a heavy cold; the sort of cold that was a bit uncomfortable twenty years ago. Now it immobilises me so Netflix is a welcome distraction. I am done with The Leopard. The Netflix treatment is good and truer to the novel at the end but it does lack the humour that Visconti injected and the NFI audience laughed at.
I am attracted by “complete tosh” recommended by Richard but Netflix has other ideas. If you watch The Leopard it recommends The Empress. Sisi has fascinated me since I was a child. You think I only watch costume drama? I live in a 19th century time warp? Think again, I have applied for tickets, I mean I will when booking opens, to the Eurovision Song Contest in Vienna, an event that has been politicised virtually to extinction but will indubitably serve up complete tosh, no doubt at ear-splitting volume. And what’s not to like about Vienna in May.
She was either Elisabeth of Bavaria aged 15 or Empress of Austria aged 16.
You are right and I was sloppy. The picture is of her before her marriage.