Day of the Triffids is still Creepy

I watched the first 2 episodes of the 1960's BBC tv series of 'Day of the Triffids' tonight.

I do remember watching it when it first came out and I'd already read the book. It's still the best version, even though or maybe because it's so period now.
It has the painful kind of realism of 60's drama. The acting is wooden, but that also helps to make it feel like this awful thing is happening to ordinary, boring people. The sound effects help. I dunno if the BBC radiophonic workshop was involved , but I think it may well have been.

I shall be tuning in to get the next helping.


I have also seen the 1960's cinema version and the recent modern tv adaptation. I'm rather geeky about John Wyndham and John Christopher, they were my favourite SF writers in my teens.

Aaaah! Nostalgia

Only 42 days until 2015

Keeping my chin up despite Autumn blues.

This is my least favourite time of year, even when the sun shines. There are too many stale bread days, days when everything is past it's best, curling up at the edges and growing mould. The next event on the horizon is Christmas. I've disliked Christmas ever since my mother died, she died one December and my father and I went away for Christmas, it was terrible. We were miles from home, I was 10 years old, shy and missing my mum. I remember my father drinking too much and being grumpy. I hadn't known real loneliness before but I became well-acquainted with it over that holiday.
I don't feel lonely in the same way now but I think about all the people in horrible situations during the 'festive' season so I'm glad when January arrives no matter what the weather.

I've bought most of my Christmas presents. I do enjoy finding things that I think will really please someone, but I would be much happier if my family would agree to a no-gifts Christmas. I suggest it every year, but somebody always has a reason why we have to do it one more time.
I give money to charity whenever I remember how well-off I am in comparison to most of the world's population. I know it's only a drop into the oceans of inequality,  but it may help just one person get a chance at a decent life. I get all hot under the collar as the money wasted on tinsel and gift wrap increases and I feel more and more like a hamster on the treadmill.

Then there's the over-eating. So far the only luxury I've bought myself is a small bottle of balsamic vinegar with added fig juice. I shall not buy mince pies or Christmas pudding this year, because they taste terrible and end up in the bin. I'll try not to stuff myself at all. I just have to stop shopping. I could live on the tins in my cupboard for a month anyway!

Never mind....only 42 days until 2015

Still alive but not doing much

I haven't left yet, but I've done nothing fit to record recently.

I'll try to do better.