Hammer Time

My Dear Fellow,

If I gave you the impression that Easter Sunday was a lazy day, then I have characterised it correctly. Er Indoors and I were mollusc-like in our levels of inactivity. We were quite spectacularly inert, slothful, lethargic, listless and torpid.

Look at us. We are so lazy we BROKE the thesaurus. That's how languorous and enervated we were.

As a result, my indolent chickens came home to roost today in terms of shopping, washing up and a massive pile of laundry. MASSIVE. I have no idea how I got through so many knickers for the week. There seems to be a number far in excess of the number of bums I own. 

So I have tried to make up for it today, buying the ingredients for one of Er Indoors's favourite dinners and making a decent dent in the laundry pile, and all this while fielding demanding cats. Punky has been "brrrrrp" and "chirruping" away at me to play with him while Jasper just gone for sheer volume in his pursuit of treats.

"MUH-RAAAAAAH!" he shouted at me when I got back from shopping. 

"I know, I know," I told him as I opened a tin of tuna.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" 

He has no sense of kitty perspective.

I also managed to fit in a decent walk down to the Water of Leith and got some good blips before the rain started. It's good to get out.

So it's been too busy to really concentrate on quality movies today. Instead I've been watching lots of British cheapie thrillers from Hammer which are a bit of a guilty pleasure. We've had "Hysteria" - a tale of amnesia with one of those scat-boop-de-bop-wa-wa-boppity jazz soundtracks and "Nightmare" a post-Psycho twisty-turny story about women being Gaslighted by nefarious baddies. There was also "Crescendo" an early 70's Hammer film in which Stephanie Powers is menaced while in the nip.

I found this deeply disturbing. I happen to be well acquainted with Mrs. Jennifer Hart and she is one classy lady. Which means she does NOT get her norks out for the filums.

So it has been a semi-productive day. I wonder if I have time to fit in "Die! Die! My Darling!" Oh look, it's another Hammer Stephanie Powers film. 

Gosh, what a coincidence.

Parsones

p.s. "Die! Die! My Darling!" stars Tallulah Bankhead! You've got to hope they put newspaper down whenever she sat on a chair. Festy lady.

p.p.s. UPDATE. "Die! Die! My Darling!" is turning into a bit of a classic. Tallulah plays a gun-toting extreme Christian moralist, which in itself is wonderful. But it turns out the supporting cast includes Donald Sutherland as daft yokel, Yootha Joyce as a sinister pantrymaid, Henry McGee as an ineffectual vicar and "Grouty" from Porridge as the sinister chauffeur. No further norks as yet but it is early days.