Winter has properly come!

It is the good season for sitting around watching things, and washing dishes because the warm water is fun not just because they're there. A nice night's flat socialising. R is wandering around the house saying 'I am the shwimble-wimble kind, I am the yeast of thoughts and minds,' as they do.* In less cursed media - or at least higher production-value, less recently cursed media, although it manages its own grotesqueries - we've been watching Jim Henson's The Storyteller, in which John Hurt narrates fairy tales. Lots of stories I've not seen on screen before, which makes them strangely familiar and not - like 'Soup from a Stone', and the soldier who traps devils in a sack. I like it so much and it's such good flat viewing that it may cause me to watch The Muppet Show by association, a boat I really thought had sailed.




*The search term for this is Globglogabgalab, if you really want to know. He is a badly animated grub-man who represents the accumulation of secular knowledge in a Christian children's film, or so I'm told.