My weekend begins on Friday, so we’ll start there. I woke up and asked Sarge to make me a coffee. I did so nicely. ‘Can’t (the PA) do it?’ ‘She doesn’t make coffee,’ I said. ‘She pours water into ugliness.’ ‘Fair enough’, he said, turning on the coffee machine. For the rest of the day I scribbled and read, scribbled some more and thought about organising my dresser-drawers. I opened them, and quickly shut them again. A story for another…
On Friday, I listened to this and this, which made me want to start watching his actual stuff. Sarge has both of Werner Herzog’s box sets, and he’s wanted me to get into his films for ages. It can be said that every night is film night in this house. Films and booze. Friday film nights are special because they include not having to get up the next morning, and therefore, more booze. We sat down with My Best Fiend. …
Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy has made me change the habit of a lifetime. I love the books and the films (so far). I love them equally. This has never happened before. Ever. I am always disappointed with film versions. Or I think that the films are better than the books they started from. (Frida, for example. Moving on.) This time, I am enthralled with both. And it helps that I like series of books. I like them for the same…
