Okay, back at the desk, which can be barely seen underneath the plethora of keyboards and mouses - my sixteen-year-old used his Christmas money to purchase a gaming keyboard with mouse. From an ergonomic standpoint, I'm not minding this keyboard except for the 'return' key being set a little further away, just to the point where it involves extension of the right pinkie finger further than what I'm used to. Therefore, this keyboard will have to be swapped when I'm doing some serious typing. Despite 2020 being a year we would like to flush down the dunny, Christmas has been very pleasant insofar as your blogger is concerned. Naturally, I ate too much, and I'm sure I am not the only person who has transgressed thus. Our lunch was cold meats, seafood, and salads; and the participants were my husband, two children, mother-in-law, local Anglican minister (a friend of my mother-in-law's who faced Christmas alone because her family weren't due until Boxing Day), and me. Oh, and the flies that are ubiquitous with an outdoor Aussie Christmas lunch. The minister said a blessing and we said 'amen', whilst my husband abused the flies.
My gift haul includes a new Bluetooth speaker, an IOU for theatre tickets, and a book about the last few weeks of the life of John Lennon. I read the book and it was disturbing, but then again, any senseless violent deliberate taking of a life is disturbing.
Anyway, I've found an antidote to the disturbing material. I've been watching the modern remake of Four Weddings & A Funeral on Stan. It's not a movie, but a television series, and I'm afraid I've become rather addicted to it. This remake is a re-imagining with completely different characters and is vastly different to the 1994 movie. I saw the movie in 1994 with my then-boyfriend-now-husband. We were fresh-faced young twenty-somethings as opposed to the still-good-looking (!) fifty-somethings we are now. We saw the movie at the Randwick Ritz, an establishment that is splendidly and sumptuously decorated in Art Deco style. I recall we were sitting in the dress circle. My future husband dozed off during the movie, and the person sitting on the other side to me was laughing himself into a hernia.I wanted to tell him, 'Dude, it's not that funny!'
Anyway, fast forward to the end of this suck-arse year that is 2020, and I'm not sitting in Art Deco surroundings. I'm sitting on a lounge purchased at Harvey Norman and my new DYI floor lamp from Big W is beside me (it needs a nice shade and I might see if I can find a Tiffany style one). Again, the story's action takes takes place in London, but the central characters are Americans living in London. The secondary characters are English. Also, there is more diversity in the cast. I just had a quick look at the dramatis personae for the 1994 production and I am sure there was not one person of colour there. I don't consider myself to be woke and am a staunch proponent of the ideal of Art for Art's Sake, but I must say I am enjoying the diversity in the current one, together with the background stories and subplots to the characters in question. I guess the current production reflects the multicultural society. Whatever. I'm liking it a lot and cannot wait to dive right back in after I've had my dinner!
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