One of the films they’re showing on the TV this afternoon is
the old Ealing comedy
The Lavender Hill
Mob. The Ealing comedies were made at London’s
Ealing Studios between 1947 and 1957, and have a simple, quirky charm that I
find very appealing. There’s just one problem. Several of them, including
The Lavender Hill Mob, involve a crime, and
the central characters are the criminals. The audience is expected to like and
relate to them, but the intractable, manufactured morality of the day required
that they all came unstuck in the end, winding up either dead or on their way
to prison. I find that frustrating.
* * *
I swear you could make a lot of money at Christmas hiring
out small fridges for a week or so, just to take the overflow from the
Christmas dinner.
* * *
Shameful though it is, I find that my main guiding principle
when cooking is how to make the least amount of washing up.
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I finally got to grips this lunchtime with one of life’s
golden rules: never press the ‘send’ button on an e-mail while under the
influence of alcohol, not unless you either know the recipient very well or
care nothing for what he or she thinks of you.
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