The Philadelphia Story.

It was on the TV again this Christmas. What is it with American cities that they warrant film titles all to themselves? ‘Meet Me in St Louis’ is another one. We don’t make films called ‘Ice Cold in Barnsley’ or ‘Having Tea in Hemel Hempstead,’ do we? We Brits have got our Philadelphia stories, too, but we don’t crow about it.

Would I be wealthier?

Would I be healthier?

Would Life be even stealthier?

In Phila-fuckin’-delphia?

’Scuse the French. Must make a post about the French. They were in the news again this week.

I think I’m cracking up. I blame the extended isolation that Christmas imposes on me. Christmas Crackers, that’s what I’ve become. And Philadelphia doesn’t help.