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Watched Harold and Maude this morning, one of those films which is whimsical and charming and strange in a way it's become harder to love simply because so many US indie films since have clearly been made by people who watched it over and over and over that they might rigorously, bloodlessly attempt to stitch together something which had the same effect. In itself, though, watched as far as possible without hindsight, it's every bit as strange and funny as rumour suggested.
Discovered possibly my favourite pancake filling ever on Tuesday, largely by luck: goat's cheese and biscuit paste. Biscuit paste being that stuff in cheesecakes and millionaire shortbread which can, it seems, be brought back from Belgium in jars. Between this and that beverage Aug found, I am now almost prepared to excuse Belgium. The only problem with this, of course, is that aside from the difficulty of sourcing biscuit paste, for 364 days of the average year, I eat no pancakes.
Also on Tuesday, I listened to Tom Baker's first Doctor Who work in nearly 30 years. It's weird that, having refused to take part in any of the normal avenues by which he might reprise the role, he was up for five linked audiobooks - and they are audiobooks rather than audio plays like Big Finish do, more narrated than enacted - paired with Mike Yates, a character he never even appeared alongside on screen (and who seems to have got a lot posher in the intervening years). I believe originally it was meant to the Doctor and the Brigadier, which would have made much more sense. Still, if you've got Tom Baker back, this is exactly the right sort of thing to do with him - that wonderfully rich voice, always teetering on the edge of self-parody, paired with a Paul Magrs script likewise, so the Doctor is recounting scraps with undead badgers and revenant owls. I look forward to hearing more, if the library service ever manages to locate the allegedly available CDs.
Discovered possibly my favourite pancake filling ever on Tuesday, largely by luck: goat's cheese and biscuit paste. Biscuit paste being that stuff in cheesecakes and millionaire shortbread which can, it seems, be brought back from Belgium in jars. Between this and that beverage Aug found, I am now almost prepared to excuse Belgium. The only problem with this, of course, is that aside from the difficulty of sourcing biscuit paste, for 364 days of the average year, I eat no pancakes.
Also on Tuesday, I listened to Tom Baker's first Doctor Who work in nearly 30 years. It's weird that, having refused to take part in any of the normal avenues by which he might reprise the role, he was up for five linked audiobooks - and they are audiobooks rather than audio plays like Big Finish do, more narrated than enacted - paired with Mike Yates, a character he never even appeared alongside on screen (and who seems to have got a lot posher in the intervening years). I believe originally it was meant to the Doctor and the Brigadier, which would have made much more sense. Still, if you've got Tom Baker back, this is exactly the right sort of thing to do with him - that wonderfully rich voice, always teetering on the edge of self-parody, paired with a Paul Magrs script likewise, so the Doctor is recounting scraps with undead badgers and revenant owls. I look forward to hearing more, if the library service ever manages to locate the allegedly available CDs.
