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Diary of a Goldfish

Friday, April 21, 2006

Life is a lemon and I want my money back

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Yesterday was a thoroughly shitty day. I wasn’t able to sleep much during the day, but I seemed incapable of any sensible thought whatsoever. Just lying there was distressing because I was so extremely confused about every electrical signal that passed through my brain.

Fortunately I was able to distract myself. I lay in bed and watched three films beginning with a C; Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Caught on a Train and Cold Mountain. The latter two I hadn’t seen before, the first is an old favourite I am slightly ashamed to say (it is terribly melodramatic, isn’t it?). Caught on a Train was part of my viewing the complete works of Stephen Poliokoff in no particular order (have now seen Shooting the Past thanks Vaughan, it was gorgeous). Cold Mountain was just one that it has taken me ages to get round to seeing. It was a bit too much really, beautifully made but a bit of an ordeal. I had lost perspective on my own physical discomfort and thought all these sissy men with their septic gunshot wounds should pull themselves together. Pain? What would they know about pain?

Today I am feeling slightly more human, and managed to have a much needed bath. The television licence enforcement officer then came round before I was decently dressed so I had to deal with him and demonstrate that we weren’t receiving a signal. Now feeling very weak and generally pathetic, but am tucked back up in bed and seem to have regained the ability to think.

And I’m pissed off. What’s set this off? I don’t think I have had a virus of any sort. I haven’t been particularly overdoing things. I have been altogether very well behaved. So much pain when I've hardly done anything, it just isn't bloody fair.

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Comments on "Life is a lemon and I want my money back"

 

Blogger Charlesdawson said ... (1:09 PM) : 

Maybe what you have got is the Spring shite disease. This is caused by the interminable waiting for the weather to perk up, the air to warm up, and the sun to remember what it's employed for, namely, to shine.

Hope you fell better soon.

 

Blogger Sage said ... (4:00 PM) : 

I love Cat on a Hot Tin Roof! I first read the play as a teenager, and even then I really related to Maggie. The imagery of the title alone hit me. Nothing worse than feeling trapped in a situation outside your control.

 

Blogger midwesterntransport said ... (4:58 PM) : 

Likewise hope you feel better soon.

My question about Cold Mountain is: how does Nicole Kidman manage to remain spotless throughout a freakin' Civil War?

 

Blogger The Goldfish said ... (10:54 PM) : 

Thanks for your good wishes.

Yes, I always felt that Maggie was the most important and striking character in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof which for a play, let alone a film of that time, is pretty amazing. She is not a Madonna or a whore, but an ordinary woman trying to hold on. It's still all very melodramatic though. ;-)

As for Nicole Kidman, not only was she spotless, but she was beautifully dressed throughout. Which did bother me, when we're being subjected to such graphic horror happening to less beautiful characters and there she is with perfect make up...

 

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