A flight yesterday from Hong Kong gave me plenty of time to think and reflect. A full 12 hoursÂ which actually felt muchÂ longer because in a moment of madness I opted to watch The Sweeney. Ray Winstone isÂ an actor who laughs at the usual perils of male ageing. It seems that Ray isÂ a man who justÂ keeps on getting harder and harder. Lucky old Ray, I guess.
Needing some fresh air today, I joined my son on his paper-round – giving out the free local rag. Most front doorsÂ are now emblazoned with – NO JUNK MAIL – or something similarÂ which IÂ choose to ignore because these are not pizza leaflets. The free Guardian in my manorÂ (Ray speak) is ’60 pence whenÂ sold’. It is not junk and my lad isÂ picking up a fiver for delivering them.
And as if to prove thisÂ point, this evening I sat in my kitchen withÂ my own copy (roundÂ complete) and thumbed through it – andÂ there staring at me was a faceÂ I recognised.
John Williams.Â I blogged about John just recently. He has a show called – MY SON IS NOT RAINMAN – a touching and comic tale about having an autistic son who happens not to beÂ a genius.Â
This is just a short post – and as much as I want this blog to entertain -Â I also want itÂ to be useful – so I urge my readers to avoid watching The Sweeney – but do check the web site of John Williams and catch his show on tour or in Edinburgh.