Beautiful sunshine and high temperatures made bearable by being back near the sea. Watered the garden last night but needn't have bothered as it rained throughout the night. This morning it's all endless blue skies once again.
The UK media is currently being swept by a wave of self-righteous moral panic. The cause of this was a satirical programme called Brass Eye which did a spoof investigation of paedophilia. In the resulting torrent of outrage and calls for the programme to have been banned, Government ministers have joined the bandwagon. The absurdity of the situation was made manifest yesterday morning when on Radio Four, a junior minister described the programme as being sick and then admitted that she hadn't seen the programme - quickly adding that she didn't need to.
Channel Four and the programme makers have repeatedly made the point that Brass Eye was satirising the attitudes of the media and its reportage of paedophilia. That the media have reacted so violently, blustering with bile and indignation, it appears that Brass Eye has hit the target bang on the button.
Currently enjoying David Bowman's recently published biography of Talking Heads. It doesn't really touch on the music particularly but is hugely entertaining nevertheless. Also waiting for my attention next week is Alison Weir's biography of Henry VIII. Had a trawl through the first couple of chapters and it looks marvellous.
Debbie and hers are down in Wales and although we talk every day, I do miss her. On Saturday, Tom, Joe and myself will attempt to get on a train in Newcastle and get off, six hours later, at Bridgend in Wales. In times gone by, this would have been a mundane kind of journey. Since the privatisation of the railway network, the chances are that the train will either be cancelled or chronically delayed. Another variation is that the train might leave Newcastle on time but will only get a hundred miles or so before everyone on board has to get off and make an unscheduled change - thus losing our seats in the process. Whatever happens, we can be sure that the air conditioning on board will not be working.
One highlight of last week which I forgot to mention was that I heard Declan Colgan on the Today programme. The discussion concerned the lamentable state of the Mercury Music Prize. Even more lamentable however was a spokesperson from Mercury nominee beat combo - Super Fury Animals. The geezer - who's name escapes me - who played the monosyllabic pop star riff to perfection.
Interviewer: Well what do you have to say ?
Welsh Pop Star: Errrr. . . . I dunno . . . errr . . . music. . .err. . .(long pause as Empires rise and fall). . .
The silly season has begun.