Remember those old Charles Dickens films that are sometimes shown on TV, the ones that are depictions of his great novels, like Great Expectations or Oliver Twist etc? And in one of those films, remember someone saying the words “Oh, woe is me, woe is me…”?
Well, that’s what I felt like coming back home after my vacation! What with the long 10 hour flight, and the time difference, it all played havoc with my system….I mean even now, almost a week later, I still wake up at 2am in the morning, unable to sleep, as my internal clock battles to readjust itself back to my normal timing!
That’s the hell of jet travel. Anyway, I agree…it was self-inflicted so don’t bother giving me any sympathy.
Back to reality then…..I want to talk to you about film…not the type you and I use in our cameras, but the type we used to see in cinemas. And I want to talk about a very special man in a very special part of the world where he carried out his work.
But I won’t do it today! No, possibly tomorrow or the weekend. I still feel too fatigued to do anything at the moment, so it’s a hot drink and a nice snooze for me for the time being…again….zzzzzzz!