Which one has the big mouth?
A propos of Big Brother, I have now occasionally watched in fascinated horror a spin-off programme called Big Brother's Big Mouth, presented by a creature so loathsome that I can only watch with my jaw dropping. He would doubtless read a sexual innuendo into this because that is the only language he can apparently comprehend or use. He reminds me of the children in the old Flanders and Swan song: "Ma's out, Pa's out, let's talk rude - pee, po, belly bum drawers!"
So obsessed with his own undercarriage is this vile blob of subhumanity that he reminds me of a bored old dog with nothing to do but sit and lick his parts all day. And I am told that he is or was dating Kate Moss! To think that one who once woke each morning to the divine Johnny has sunk so low! (And yes I do know there was Pete Docherty in between).
Anyway, compare said sad dog with the one who officially has the Tourette's syndrome on Big Brother and Pete Bennett is easily the more sympathetic character. In fact he is not remotely filthy. He may say w**k, but Russell Brand talks it. And RB is not remotely funny - ever.
There, feel better for that. I have written a thousand words of the adult novel, taking up from where I left off. It was quite a feat to get back into it; when I read the contents list for the first ten chapters, I realised I had no idea what one of the titles refverred to. But as I re-read what I had written I began to think it wasn't half bad.
To Stratford today for an SAS lunch, which was purely social in intent though some good ideas emerged. I'm spending a lot of time there at present - Julius Caesar last Friday, and the three parts of Henry Vl and The Tempest all in the next fortnight or so. JC was marred by a poor Brutus and some non-stop talking American teenagers in and behind our row. They were just asking each other questions about the play, I think but it was so distracting and loud that I wasn't the only one reduced to shushing.
Now, I must follow my new rule, which is that for every new thing I don't like about contemporary life - Russell Brand and people talking in the theatre this week - I must find something to feel positive about or I will become a boring Grumpy Old Woman. So this week I'm loving the fact that I can send and receive e-mails on my lap top anywhere in the house or garden. And that my local recently-built leisure centre, which I had irrationally taken against, has in fact got a beautiful pool - with 2 length lanes - clean changing rooms and nice showers. I hope to resume thrice-weekly swims, which haven't happened since we left London five and a half years ago.