There are too many new books, films, television programmes for anyone to do more than skim. Yesterday I watched the first episode of Schitt’s Creek because it has just won a record-breaking seven Emmys.
I don’t often hear from Babs and when I do she is usually in a hole and needs help. No Time to Die isn’t the most auspicious title for her new James Bond film.
The Daily Universal Register changed its name to The Times in 1788. A new development in this venerable organ’s ability to adapt is the launch of Times Radio this year. It may fill a gap in the market.
Alessandro Cicognini’s name is not familiar outside Italy. He was, he died aged 89 in 1995, a prolific composer of music for Italian films – more than a hundred. David Lean’s name is definitely familiar.
We watch less than an hour of television daily, usually the news or Dad’s Army on catch-up; so it was Most Unusual to watch a live programme on ITV on Wednesday evening.
It’s well known that coronavirus manifested itself in London in the 1960s. The first case was seen in Hammersmith but it quickly spread through the capital.
You can judge this book by its cover; the cover is orange, the endpapers green. Brian Desmond Hurst was born a Protestant in Belfast but converted to Catholicism so an apt reflection of his life.
It boosted morale when our cleaner came back to work yesterday after a nine-week absence. I was so cheered by having a clean house that I cut the front hedge and made fagioli e tonno for supper, it being a warm evening.
As a tourist you may have had brekker at the Café de Flore. The service was abominable, l’addition astronomic but on holiday it’s worth it to sit in the sun, read a newspaper and watch people. Inevitably, then you will walk down the Rue du Bac towards the Seine.