I'm hearing the Orson Welles cuckoo clock speech as we speak.
ooooh, the glass is half-empty, the glass is half-air, the glass is quite crappy, and now I despaaaaaiiiirrr!
I don't really believe that this thing is any bloody good whatsoever.
I bought the book that goes with the TV series "1940s House" on Saturday. How does it rock? Like a mutha. It is extremely interesting in the details.
I'm watching The Falklands Play, which was banned by the BBC at the time for presenting too sympathetic a view of Thatcher. I guess it's good for me to watch this. Good for my Thatcher-loathing soul.
Okay. Done now.