Another of those strange days where I don't seem to have done anything yet only now at 8:30 in the evening do I feel that I can relax (primarily because the baby is now asleep). The laundry does not seem to have gone down much, forms remain incomplete and the cases are still to go back in the attic but for now I will settle for a few beers and getting a late night in preparation for night shift tomorrow.
   A quick disclaimer as I heard on the radio the other day Fiona Phillips describing her autobiography called "Before I Forget". I would like to state that I was certainly unaware of her book (and would not particularly wish to be associated with her) but did pick the title as a nod to another autobiography: that of James Mason. I'm not a great fan of autobiographies in general but did buy this as he was my favourite screen actor for many years to the effect that I recorded any of his films when they appeared on television during my teens as well as many other "classics" that filled the schedules during the eighties before the endless inane chat shows and countless quiz programmes replaced them. This no doubt helped inculcate my love of film and also why I'm not really interested in public conflict. I could be quite anal about it though, using Halliwell's Film Guide to more or less tick of the films that I should see and had seen.