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Happy Harrowing
Apr. 11th, 2009 10:14 amMay have mentioned this before, but I'd have a lot more time for christianity if they made something of today. At present it's the awkward, slightly embarrassed non-Bank-Holiday of the weekend, in spite of marking the best bit of the story - the Harrowing of Hell. Where Jesus goes down to the Inferno, and busts out all the righteous men who lived before he came. I mean, sod Mel Gibson's SM epic, this is the Jesus film I'd watch. Think the prison break from Watchmen, but with Jesus as Nite Owl, the Holy Ghost as Silk Spectre and Moses as Rorschach. Plus demons.
Today also marks 383 years since Sir Francis 'Not That One' Bacon caught his death of cold by stuffing a chicken with snow - which I now discover took place on a journey between Gray's Inn and Highgate, ie very possibly along the Holloway Road. Last night I too faced a bathetic yet appalling incident on the Holloway Road, to wit, a Brummie ZZ Top covers band polluting Big Red, and not even playing the good songs. So we pissed off to another pub where the only distraction was the BBC showing of The Others, which we loudly spoilered before realising that some of the patrons in the other room were properly watching it. However, when the end was reached, they appeared not to have registered our unwitting intrusion. Possibly ( spoilers ) Or possibly they were just drunk.
This evening: Doctor Who, The Indelicates and Mr Solo. Which between them are keeping me going though the morning oppresses with a quite supernal greyness.
Today also marks 383 years since Sir Francis 'Not That One' Bacon caught his death of cold by stuffing a chicken with snow - which I now discover took place on a journey between Gray's Inn and Highgate, ie very possibly along the Holloway Road. Last night I too faced a bathetic yet appalling incident on the Holloway Road, to wit, a Brummie ZZ Top covers band polluting Big Red, and not even playing the good songs. So we pissed off to another pub where the only distraction was the BBC showing of The Others, which we loudly spoilered before realising that some of the patrons in the other room were properly watching it. However, when the end was reached, they appeared not to have registered our unwitting intrusion. Possibly ( spoilers ) Or possibly they were just drunk.
This evening: Doctor Who, The Indelicates and Mr Solo. Which between them are keeping me going though the morning oppresses with a quite supernal greyness.
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