Post 419. LOCKDOWN IS OVER

SO WE HAD A PUB LUNCH

IN A PACKED PUB.
Not the one above, which  I believe is in London, but at our popular carvery, the Sloop Inn, Wootton Bridge, of which I have been unable to reproduce a picture. It was our first such outing in over a year. Suffice to say the meal was excellent, the staff friendly, helpful and competent, and the atmosphere so relaxed that one could be forgiven for thinking every trace of Covid had long departed the planet. It hasn't, so I have to admit a slight unease as to how many in that vast gathering may have been carrying the virus: but, sod it, you only live once. And our late daughter, Roz, so loved that pub.

Then back to
TELEVISION.
RUSSIA/UKRAINE. Those desperately brave Ukrainians are fighting on, and tens of thousands of their women and children now seek refuge all over the world. I can't imagine how even our self-serving shower in power can ignore them.

THE COURIER. Benedict Cumberbatch plays Greville Wynne, a British businessman lured, at first  unwillingly, into the daft spy business by MI6 and an American CIA woman. Proof were it needed that espionage is just a lethal game played by social misfits.
OLD HENRY. In this western Old Henry (Tim Blake Nelson) gives shelter to a wounded stranger who he finds on his land. Henry is a farmer, a widower, and father of restless teenaged son, Wyatt (Gavin Lewis). Three killers, purporting to be lawmen, then arrive seeking the wounded man and the cash he had with him. Dealing with a downbeat dirt farmer will be an easy task. Or will it? Whether or not you believe the explanation for Old Henry's ultimate transformation, this film directed by Potsi Ponciroli is way ahead of your old-fashioned cowboy fare.

All for now.