- Some Nescafe, yesterday
The strangest days start with insomnia, and the strangest weeks start with bulleted lists. Natch. This week should be no exception to any rule, and I feel the need to use new html tags.
- Nescafe Moment
which is not to say Gareth Hunt dropping by to demonstate his hand technique, but that moment with the woman alone in her car with her little heater that plugs in to the cigarette lighter. You are never alone with coffee, no matter what your mates may say if you have any.
- Alimony and residency rights
are haunting my dreams for no good reason, mixing metaphors about relationships and a big query over whether 27,000 data points is enough to model an office in Thailand over a five year period. Time to get up.
- Virtual Murder
Kim Thomson and somebody else involved in quirky academic adventures. A series that was mercifully short lived and led me to my conclusion that film stock was possibly more important than acting in many cases.
- Death in pairs
Alec Guiness and Robin Day. Larry Grayson and Ken Dodd.
- Saturday Afternoon Teatime in the mid 80s
Roland Rat, and the Krankies. The immediate result: growing up and getting a life. The long term consequence: I explain the concept of the Krankies to an incredulous audience who have no conception that the word fan-dabby-dozie is invented.
- Sunday morning.
Coffee, pastry, a newspaper, radio 4, natural light, natural heat. Slobbing around in an old comfortable dressing gown. It is a time to exist.
But not to enjoy Nescafe.