No time as yet just now to post the Post Mortem on the run of Jonah.
No time either to document my very confused emotional reaction to the
airing of the Primo Levi sketch in "Laurence and Gus: Hearts and Minds". I
don't know if I still find it funny. The performances are brilliant.
The sound effects are brilliant. But they've cut bits. Quite a few. And
does the absence of a frictionless vibrating stepladder, gravity-defying
nylon scarf and gas-powered aromatherapy helmet make the sketch more
merciful, or simply more glib? I don't know. Always forget a sketch is
going to be edited. Am I evil?) No time either just now to comment on
the sad passing of Jeremy Beadle (owner of the largest private library
in Europe according to Ken Campbell - according to Ned - "Next time you
meet 'im, get 'im to take you into his cellar and show you his shelves
on hen-faced women!"... now bedad and alas I never shall) nor the death
of mitten-spurning Maila Nurmi, aka "Vampira"... "Plan 9" cameo,
obviously, James Dean's S & M stub-buddy, and seemingly sole keeper
of the flame of geek-lust lighting the end of the fifties' tunnel.
Howammamma!
No,
the death of strangers is an easy topic. My own life more fiddly.
Suffice it to say that a huge, uncomplicated, marvelous fact is
currently taking precedence, and I'm going to let it - I asked for it -
and return to you with the more traditional arty humhahs once
everything's settled down. So, Jonah thoughts next for everyone reading
this. And thanks to all who came to the show. Particularly those who
hated it. You know who you are. And I love you...
and I shall do better...
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