We had a late lunch, curled up on the sofa and watched ‘Inn of the Sixth Happiness’ starring the legendary Ingrid Bergman. Casting a tall, ravishing actress with a Swedish accent in the role of a short, Cockney, puritanical protestant missionary inflicting her version of God on the Chinese masses was a bit of a stretch. The film was shot in Snowdonia with the children drawn from the Chinese community in Liverpool. Nonetheless it’s a ripping yarn. Why ruin a good story with the truth?
On the sabbath we decided to indulge in a hearty roast chicken dinner with all the trimmings followed by a screening of the classic musical ‘South Pacific’ courtesy of Karen at Christmas. I adore the line “I’m as gay as a daisy in May”. They just don’t write lyrics like that anymore – they dare not. Oh, such innocent times. The Rogers and Hammerstein score is a particular favourite of Liam’s. He once had the the soundtrack with the lead sung by Kiri T Canopener. He’s so gay.
As village life is quietly dull and the days are short, we are taking time to endlessly potter and enjoy our newly procured lives as decadent dossers. Daily activities are stretched to breaking point to fill the available time. The expensive entertainment system we extravagantly bought on our minimum wage is paying dividends. We are rapidly exhausting our DVD library with nightly showings of our favourite films and TV series from good times past; Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, Beautiful Thing, Love Actually, The Holiday, Calendar Girls, Postcards from the Edge, Golden Girls (Series 1,2,3 and 4); Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (Series 1,2 and 3) and a host of other manly favourites. We are like pigs in the proverbial.
Perking the Pansies 