More Rambles.

Tonight’s walk bulletin: There was a clammy mist hanging around the lane, but it must have been at ground level because the moon was high and bright as ever. The result was that the farm track a little way down the road was lit with a curious ghostly glow. It was quite bizarre. Night time walks are definitely recommended. You see so many things at night that you don’t see during the day.

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I watched Bill Murray’s Scrooged for the first time tonight. It was made in 1988 so I can’t imagine why I’ve never seen it before, especially as I’m a bit of a fan of Bill Murray. It wasn’t at all bad, although the ending was a bit OTT. There were some good lines, though.

‘I can’t get the miniature antlers to stay on the mouse’s head.’

‘Have you tried staples?’

And it was worth watching just to see Carol Kane’s Ghost of Christmas Present.

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I had the oddest yen to go to New York City for Christmas (even before I watched Scrooged.) Where that came from I can’t imagine. I decided it wasn’t on, though. Apart from the question of who would feed my birdie buddies, I doubt that any NYC hotel would let me in for several good reasons:

My luggage is...er...functional.

My clothes are...er...practical.

What hair I still have doesn’t look much like a wig. A rat’s nest, maybe, but not one that any self respecting rat would admit to having made.

My teeth aren’t big, square and white as the driven snow. In short, they don’t go ping!

I think I’d stand more chance with a charity shelter, but I don’t fancy the smell. Better make do with my own fireside.

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I caught an advert on the TV tonight for some expensive after shave. It consisted entirely of David Beckham Does Mean. Only he doesn’t, not really. As far as I could tell (I had the sound off as usual,) it was called Homme David Beckham. Even I, arch enemy of the commercial break that I am, couldn’t help laughing.

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Sarah, bless her to bits, has become the most consistent visitor to this blog. I wonder whether she will continue to be so, and I wonder whether I could persuade her to have coffee with me on neutral ground one day – say, Costa in Ashbourne, maybe. I don’t suppose I’ll ever know.

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Hey ho, hey ho,

It’s off to bathe we go.

With a shuffle and a mope

And a bar of soap.

Hey ho,

Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho.

The world being the way it is today, Disney will probably sue me.

Hey, ho.

(OK, OK, I know it's spelt heigh ho for the song. I'm being creative, dammit!)