Still toothgrindingly vexed over the current computer SNAFU. Viruses, I suspect, but I don't know what to do. It's incredibly slow, won't close down properly, and is doing all manner of indescribably odd things.
If you've not seen the beautiful Russian film of HAMLET, there's a rare TV airing on BBC4 tonight, at 10:45. There's gorgeous B&W cinematography, a Shoshtakovich score and the spookiest Ghost evah. The rather dishy Innokenti Smoktunovsky may be a bit mature for the part, but so was Olivier, and indeed most well-known exponents. He's good, anyway, and all in all, it's one of my favourite versions.
I'm sitting here in a raggedy old kaftan, stinking like a billygoat, and have just eaten a hugely calorific great chunk of cheddar cheese. I am DEPRESSED!!! The flat looks like the anguished dectective's festering caravan in HINTERLAND. Must...do...something. At least I'm still exercising, but I'm in a semicoma most of the time, otherwise. Glub.
Made the mistake of watching a documentary about this poor man who had a cold, and developed some sort of toxic shock that left him limbless, with a grotesque hole for a mouth. His partner stuck with him,and he now seems happier than he was before he become a crippled monstrosity. It made me feel guilty about whining all the time, of course, but...
Glad to see that the rollicking PENNY DREADFUL is back on Sky Atlantic, this week, anyway. Just hope the PC will let me watch it.
Accomplishment of the day: Changed the sheets! ( Well, it is difficult when one side of the bed is nearly up against the wall, as the room's so small )
Sill can't download doodles, bugger it.