Mmm. Ground Force is on BBC Prime every Thursday. Nice. Not to be missed. Of course, I have no garden. Who cares?
At the end of Thursday’s episode (sorry, forgot to mention this on Friday, so forgive the inconsequential rambling), the lady who owned the garden they did the surprise makeover on said “Ooh, you’re a handsome one!” to Tommy right at the end, and he shouted “Did you get that?” at the camera. Which makes me wonder whether this is not something he hears pretty often. I mean, my taste may be a little odd (only to be expected, really), but I think he’s dishy. He can come put down (up?) decking for me anyday. Despite the fact that I have no garden.
Hm, maybe he’d be good at putting in kitchen units, too? I’ll need someone to help me with that at some point this autumn.
Better change the subject, drooling’s really bad for the keyboard…
Came home from my grandparents today, and collapsed on the sofa (who’d have thought sitting around could be so tiring, eh?). Anyway, I decided it was time I saw Breakfast at Tiffany’s – I saw the other three films in the Audrey Hepburn Collection in a heap last week, but I’ve been putting BaT off. I had the novel (it’s more of a novelletta, isn’t it, really) a little too freshly in memory, and so expected the film to be depressing. Was it ever? Well, only in the sense that playing such havoc with an excellent piece of literature is depressing in itself. A happy ending??? I’m all for happy endings in general, but not with a story like that. And where did the male gigolo stuff come from, I ask you?
Hepburn was divine as usual, of course, but even she couldn’t save such a disaster.