Neither of us could sleep – a particularly bad decision as Mark has to do Nite Lite tonight and won’t be back until the wee-est of small hours. But in the end we conceded defeat and he went to make tea. So, yesterday I bought a hat to cover my head (I know that’s what hats normally do but I wanted a specific kind of brain-hugger) and, feeling cold, I put it on. So there I was sitting up in bed with dressing-gown and hat like some insane old woman, and in comes Mark with dressing-gown on and a rucksack on his back.
‘We look like a couple of mad hitch-hikers,’ I said.
Hang on, I’m going to have to put you down a minute. I need to find my diary.
Nope. Nothing in there. Which means I’m going to have to get this all from my head. Oh! Did you know that Bill Bailey’s had a plant named after him? It’s called Nepenthes x Bill Bailey apparently, which is a bloody weird name if you ask me. Not that anyone did. And why has it got an x in it? Mark?
‘Because it’s a hybrid.’
‘So that means it’s a hybrid of Bill Bailey and whoever that nepenthis person is?
Apparently it’s a kind of pitcher plant. I like those; which is appropriate because I like Bill Bailey.
Watched ‘Children of Men’ last night, an excellent film based on a P D James book about a future where no children have been born for 18 years. Very Blade Runner-ish I thought, though Mark didn’t think so. It’s by Alfonso Cuaron but not much like his other stuff, I think. He did the third Harry Potter. There are three or four very long shots in it – several minutes each – during ‘action’ scenes which has the effect of making everything seem dreamlike; you also see everything from one person’s point of view.
Torn between going to see ‘Tinker Tailor..’ again with Mark and catching the latest ‘Johnny English’ with Daniel. Mm. Let’s see if it’s on at the Phoenix. Nope. Not yet. So I think it’s ‘Tinker, Tailor’ this weekend.
Today I shall be mostly… catching up on zzzzz