Out Like a Light

Sorry for the lack of action these past few days, dear reader.  I have been trialling a new drug, Mirtazapene, designed as a supplemental anti-depressant, but which also acts as a muscle-relaxant, I believe, and it has sent me to sleep for most of the day today.  

Thus, in my unconscious state, I have not been keeping up with the news and I find that, on examining the BBC News web site today, that the latest on the MPs expenses has been relegated to some of the minor stories.  This is a sad yet predictable reflection of media interest in such affairs.  Indignation and then ignorance.  And this was after the Mail on Sunday, and one or two other Sunday publications, gave us hope by reporting the fact that the Queen was said to be "unhappy" with Gordon Brown over his handling of the affair.  

I repeat:  The Queen should dissolve Parliament now.  If you wait for the politicians to do it themselves, you wait for at least a year, or until they themselves feel that it is politically convenient for them to do so.

I have not much else to report at this time.  My brain is so slow at the moment, I swear I just saw the rest of my body overtake me.  I suffered from what they call the "fibro-fog" before; now it is positively a "fibro-pea-souper."  Today I watched an absolutely brilliant episode of Scrubs called "My Musical," about a patient who wakes up and everything that she sees takes the form of a Broadway musical.  Utterly fantastic, and I take my hat off to the genius that wrote it.  I only wish that I had that level of creativity in me.

Speaking of levels of creativity - did any of you (singular) see the Eurovision Song Contest on Saturday?  The only surprise is how high the United Kingdom entry finished, given that the song ranks as one of the poorest songs that Andrew Lloyd Webber has ever had the audacity to foist upon the unsuspecting public, and that's saying something.  Overall, the attempt by the organisers to re-vamp the competition worked, and, one or two offensive entries aside, the standard was much higher than usual and voting was more or less song, rather than political, based.  Which makes Lloyd Webber's "song" rank as one of the worst on the night.  

Even on the night, when interviewed, Lloyd Webber seemed barely able to disguise his contempt for the competition, though his singer, Jade Ewen, did display some of the star quality that could promise her a future in "the business."  But the song is completely, totally and utterly dreadful and in that respect sits nicely with Lloyd Webber's entire output since 1987.  Fair play to him, he did write four or five half-decent musicals back in the day, but The Phantom of the Opera really did it for him, as it dawned on him that he could write any old crap in his sleep and turn it out as a musical.  There were so many great songs in Phantom that he seems to have used up his whole entitlement in one show.  

In spite of his best efforts to cripple our chances, Jade finished fifth, our highest placing since 2002, apparently.  

Well, I must now go and lie down, I appear to have worn myself out with that particular rant.  See you on the other side.