dusty 22 June 2008
I am tired, dusty and delayed.
Yep, the windy weather has delayed flights and I am on a return to London. Could be worse – I am sitting in a nice lounge, watching the departure news on the screen stretch and stretch, nibbling on some cheese and regarding the wine wiht a sly eye but not much intent. It is Merlot, so entirely avoidable. I am reminded of the line in the movie SIDEWAYS, which I loved, ‘I am NOT DRINKING MERLOT!’ and this keeps me on the straight and narrow. Actually there was one fairly tortured metaphor about Pinot Noir being a cranky grape but worth growing (oh, could that be love?) that annoyed me but other than that SIDEWAYS is great and worth seeking out and Thomas Hayden Christennson* is brilliant and fully deserving of his Oscar nod (proof also that you SO can give a big performance on film and have it work).
There is a lovely view from the Aer Lingus lounge and I can see all the way to the Sugar Loaf mountain in Wicklow and across to the Dublin Hills/mountains as the day is now bright and clear. And there is the occasional majesty of an arriving Ryanair plane. Ah, yes, the high life.
I have just done a little novel writing so feel a tad smug about that, though suspect it may be no good…worth a try, however and wordage is wordage and to be encouraged.
Am dusty because I spent a few hours clearing the garage, which is about to be demolished during the week. Tomorrow is B Day (the builders arrive). Am amazed all over again how much SHITE we have stored out there. And yet still I cannot part with some of the books that have languished for years in unloved boxes, free of my curiosity or affection (discovered it’s 5 rather than 7 years, by the by, which also makes the G cat 17 now, not 19 as I thought)
Start work on the Channel 4 series tomorrow – am PETRIFIED as it’s beyond my comfort zone.
And before I forget – do all go to see THE ESCAPIST in your local cinema as soon as possible. It’s getting the most fabulous set of reviews everywhere it plays and is, by all accounts, a brilliant movie (am hoping to see it tomorrow evening in London’s glittering West End). It stars Brian Cox and MY NIECE Ellie (aka Eleanor McLynn). She has a career I’d die for, to be honest with you, and she’s all of 11 years old…
*I have, most likely, misspelled this name
