Nearly every night, I seem to be dreaming about rich people in expensively sterile surroundings, taking drugs, swilling champagne, etc.
There's a lovely old-fashioned bonfire in the churchyard over the road. They don't seem to have them on Clapham Common any more. I think it's illegal nowadays. Giant sparklers and rockets and all sorts of blow-uppy spectacles are in progress, though. Living in a tower block has its moments.
Watched Dreyer's DAY OF WRATH. Not quite as freakily stunning as ORDET, but fascinating stuff.