April 11th, 2006

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what ho!

At some stage I'll write an entry that isn't about an adaptation of a book I love, but not yet. Because I had mixed feelings about the new Radio 4 Code of the Woosters which I'd been greatly looking forward to. Why, oh why, did the adapter and producer feel the need to insert whacky sound effects and other slapstick capers? Totally unneccessary. And I got the impression that Marcus Brigstocke was trying too hard not to sound like Giles Wemmbley-Hogg, and so he sometimes sounded a bit strained instead (the funniest bits were the bits when he sounded like Giles, who sounds like Bertie anyway).

In non-pedantic news, two stout robins have fashioned a nest in our back garden! I'd noticed a robin hanging around the end of the garden, but the other day we noticed that it kept flying into the ivy that covers the garden wall. And yesterday there were two robins, who kept gathering twigs and bits of grass and taking them into the same secluded spot. The temptation to take a peek is great, but I'll keep off their territory...
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get on the floor and let's dance some more

Recently, in real life not on teh interbets, I have been ranting about the lack of good places to go out dancing. But lo, a new club is starting whose playlist looks rather like my record collection! In fact, its remit is almost exactly the same as Bon Bon, the short-lived club run by my friend C and I about five or six years ago. Funnily enough, we were just talking about Bon Bon on Friday night and I was announcing my intention to start a new club run by laydeez (all suggestions welcome, Dublin birds). But perhaps this new one will do to be going on with.

Of course, the people who run it appear to be about ten (well, early 20s) so we would probably be the equivalents of the sad old people who used to turn up at McGonagles when I was 16 and in retrospect weren't particularly sad or indeed particularly old - probably about 22, in fact. Oh, the ravages of time....