*Incorporating Supper News and The Elevenses Argus
Oh, I love the Wizard of Oz. The fillum. Haven't read the book. Heart's will never be practical until they're made unbreakable. Time has been powerless to its kindly philosophy out of fashion. And, of course, pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
But as a wee boy one thing I could never really get my head round was why at the end of it all Glinda just pops up and says 'You had the way to get home with you all along.' What!? Why didn't she just tell her that's how the Ruby Slippers worked in the first place? Why did they have to go through all that potentially lethal rigamarole?
Now, as a wiser and more mature individual (I wish...) I know the answer. Not just the smart alec one about narrative necessity and it would have been a very short film if she had. But she had to go on the journey to realise just exactly what was so important about home. If she hadn't gone exploring how could she discover that 'there's no place like home'.
I've had a lovely day today. Very laid back. That was supposed to be the formula for the rest of the week - late starts, no imperatives and the chance to unwind. But I couldn't help myself coming up with a checklist of things to do and places to see. And I think if I hadn't done some of that I wouldn't truly have relaxed. Some part of me would be wondering what it is that I am missing. Well now I know, and while I wouldn't have missed it for the world it's made me glad of what I had all along.
Yesterday was book day. Well, they take a bit longer to get through than a film or comic. So I'm actually still in the middle of the one I started reading. It's the Doctor Who novel The Coming of the Terraphiles by none other than Michael Moorcock and very entertaining it is too. Lots of musings on the nature of the multiverse (I've not read much Moorcock - the Oswald Bastable books and 3/4 of the Jerry Cornelius ones but it's clearly the same man at the helm), a bit of a Wodehouse pastiche and a namecheck for Meng and Ecker, who I knew I'd heard of but I couldn't remember where. A quick Google reminded me that it was in St Ann's arcade in Manchester. Still a bit to go - I'm not the fastest reader in the world - but it's all good so far.
To conclude the Breakfast Blog I'll mention what I've been up to today. I keeping with a regular breakfast I did what I do most of all - watch telly. So whereas I could have watched the unaired pilot of Sherlock, an episode of The Mind of JG Reeder and The God Complex and The Wedding of River Song (with the commentary) any night on this occasion they were part of my official programme.
That's it for now. I go on proper holiday on Sunday. There might be a blog or two from that, but I think we're all close enough friends now to know what the likelihood of that really is.
Nevertheless...
More soonliest.
My grandmother claimed that Billie Burke, Glinda the Good Witch of the North, was her second cousin.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that Bagpuss joined you for brekkie. :)