Christmas/New Year was great, in a busy way. I have eaten and drunk a good deal, had some very nice presents, enjoyed the company of my family, seen The Hobbit: III*, had a couple of good walks, really good weather, and didn’t catch the vomiting bug from my sister. My mother did apologise that had we been spending Christmas in Leeds we would have had Anything Goes in Sheffield and White Christmas in Leeds,** plus your actual snow, whereas we didn’t get to the theatre and the only snow I saw was from the top of Arthur’s Seat. But you can’t have everything. I am severely out of date on Yuletide and LJ, but will catch up – if not tomorrow, as I think I’m now going to London.
I have kept up with the papers, though, which means that if you haven’t seen the video of BBC reporter Quentin Sommerville attempting to deliver a report from in front of a bonfire of drugs, I recommend it to you. If you think you’ve seen this story before, then you’re right that this is a case of life imitating art. There’s remarkably similar scene in Drop the Dead Donkey.
*I enjoyed it more than I’d anticipated. It probably helps that I rather like Jackson/Lee Pace’s interpretation of Thranduil as an elf-lord in a permanent state of eye-rolling and thinking “why am I surrounded by morons?” Also, Jackson is good at battles. Still plenty of WTF moments, but as I care less about The Hobbit, nothing to match Denethor and the Symbolic Tomatoes.
**Not the London one. This one is actually good.
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