Yes, she is one of my favourite actresses. Amongst the living she pretty much tops my list - even if she first came to my notice in a sitcom, but is "As Time Goes By" truly a sitcom in the trashing, boring, formulaic sense?
Love this performance. Justice was done when she won the Oliver for her role in this play.
Hope you enjoy the bonus from ATGB. Not a gag reel or bloopers. More like classy "goofing around between takes" ^_^
Hey, who says you have to sleep more than 2 hours per day? Who came up with that? Biology? Medicine? They're all about exceptions to the rule and I guess I am one.
It's a good thing, this insomnia. For each trashy tv cable channel there are 100 downloadable arousing ones and 1,000 memorable songs you had not been keeping in your memory for too many years and even the odd quality blogger blogging on a time zone that suits my current state of awareness (high-ish)
So... Beer Bad? Sure. Vodka? Not at all. If it's Swedish, at least.
So am I writing a drunkard's rant? Not exactly, so it doesn't quite live up to Hemingway/Woolf/Pessoa/(shh... or even Kerouac) standards. It's the way of my life, not living up to standards. I embrace that. I'll set up my own standards and have my own values. Cheap and obnoxious, that almost for sure. But at least combined in a unique Anglo-Lusophone way.
So I have this one poem (by myself, hooray for me! - search for my published books at librarything, only place I ever found them "out there"...) and this one song by my bronze medal Canadian of all eras ;) Can't take any of the credit for that, but can at least remind myself that I used to have impeccable taste in poetry and a slight aversion to covers.
so here goes
a)
I don't trust you to keep promises made when budding buds of May were all the rage But I dream of a nocturnal secluded glade where any child of the Universe comes of age
That age being unfamiliar to dictionaries not part of any language's vocabulary Just an age of jaded innocence and boundless tries at living life right but only until you realize if it's hurting you and scarring you it's not effortlessly blood that's running through your veins nor anything remotely like love your heart is pumping into your stream
That, there, right then Is the time to pause and fall in love with yourself, as you always did for any distant lost cause
We are Art speaking unto Art Flawed Icons and Breakable Gods