Post 355. AS LOCKDOWN CONTINUES.

WE ARE WATCHING MORE

Films and TV series. 

I think people are seeing much more on Netflix (other suppliers of film and TV series are available) since the lockdown. We are taking in films and series of stuff we didn't see before because, surprise surprise, they were on stations we mostly ignored. It has encouraged us to watch everything from the previously unseen (by us) western series Godless, which I liked, to the many heaps of abandoned garbage which my Leader has subsequently dismissed with the words: "That was half an hour we'll never get back."

One of my current viewing enjoyments is the UFO 'conspiracy theory' series Project Blue Book. I firmly believe we cannot be the only reasoning beings in all the galaxies, and this fascinating take on the findings of Professor J. Allen Hynek, excellently portrayed by Aiden Gillen (pictured), does seem to justify that belief.

SYFY HD is currently screening series 2.  

I have found YouTube on our television, too, and that has enabled me to rediscover Pekka Kuusisto's 2016 performance of Tchaikovsky's violin concerto at the Royal Albert Hall, together with the most hilarious encore given at the BBC Proms in its entire history. I read that the maestro suffered an injury late in 2018 which put a stop to his violin playing and he consequently, despite prior reservations, joined the ever lengthening list of soloists who have become orchestra conductors. I think any orchestra would be happy to see him on the rostrum, but I hope he will be back scraping the catgut when the next Proms gathering comes along.

Cheers, Pekka Kuusisto!

The departure of live sport from television, together with wise adherence to the safe distance rule, has completely bemused the sadly limited imagination of most television producers. It has, however, enabled them to serve up even more ancient tat and repeat repeats than they can when those long hours of live reality rubbish and semisacred sport are in full sway.

Well, chancers never miss a chance, do they.

We view much of the unearthed TV output from our middle-aged years with wry smiles and, often, mutterings of disbelief at what was acceptable then. The golden age of television?

A cliché to say so, but it's another world now.

Some of it for the better. 

BUT NOT ALL.

Some things just get worse.

In America: President Trump has a brainwave (a worrying thing in any politician) and queries whether it might not be possible to inject some sort of cleansing agent (bleach?) into coronavirus sufferers to clean out their lungs. Oh dear.

And in the UK: Prime Minister Johnson's current partner gives birth to a baby boy (his sixth - publicly known of - child) and the House of Commons wildly applauds it.

Well, everybody loves a new baby. But that effusively?

Yeah, it really is another world now.

AND TO CONCLUDE.

A perverse month.
Just when it seemed the sun would shine forever, along came April showers and, just as quiet roads were becoming rather enjoyable, out came the dickheads (petrolheads) to pollute the peace again. 
Human nature? Huh!

Oh, our window cleaner came this morning. Sun was shining. From a suitable distance he cleaned all the windows.  
As he left the downpour started. 
Essential service? Huh!

Help yourself and others stay alive.

Stay at home.