I could easily write today off as one of those ones when I will be very glad to go to bed because it will mean it’s nearly over.
I’ve spent all of it doing tax stuff, which really isn’t my comfort zone. In fact I’d really rather run naked through Selfridges beauty hall with a flaming ostrich feather up my bottom…
Anyway, while doing that, feeling like Uriah Heep, I found I am liable for a really quite significant payment for something I never asked for, which is completely unfair and wrong, but I have no redress.
I feel quite sick with the injustice of it.
Then my mashed potato went wrong. All that peeling and boiling and mashing, and then I accidentally put in loads of cream which was really properly off. Inedible. After the previous thing it felt like a massive deal.
But deep breath, I don’t want to go to bed feeling all churned up, so I watched Grand Budapest Hotel on the telly and found it most distracting.
My lord what a cast! The wrap party must have been a riot. Harvey Keitel, Owen Wilson and Bill Murray… Willen Dafoe, Jeff Goldblum and Tilda Swinton? Character actor heaven.
And as for Mr Fiennes, I think it’s almost my favourite of his performances.
I’m sure he based his wonderfully modulated tones and very particularly breathy phrasing on legendary British TV and radio presenter Nicholas Parsons, most well known for hosting on BBC Radio 4’s Just a Minute.
He’s 90 now and a living national treasure.
The show isn’t available on the iPlayer at the moment, but I found some televised versions. Close your eyes to get the full effect.
One of the other things I adored about the film was the sets and I found this great slideshow about them on the Architectural Digest site.