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Boys Keep Swinging. Oh hell.. that's it - I'm getting old. I just went to my room, lay on the bed just for a second... and then woke up to a door slamming in the wind (we have half the windows in the flat open so we don't roast slowly). Basically, I napped. I don't fucking nap. I barely sleep enough as it is, normally, so why my body decided to let me have 40 winks is anyone's guess. Christ, measure me up for a Craftmatic Adjustable Bed already...* To continue the grumpy old man schtick - The Producers: What a pointless waste of a DVD. Seriously, there's something deeply odd about remaking a film basing it on the musical version of the original film rather than the film itself. Why film something designed for the stage? Just show it on stage or produce a film that looks like a film. The only good bits were the ones that just put a camera in front of the stage and shot what happened. The best suggestion of a title for this programme wins my undying respect and devotion. Dave xx * I have no idea what those two have been up to on that bed, but I'd rather it was aerobics than anything else - it's make me feel queasy...
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