Bart: "Why the crap do I have to go to church on Sunday?"
Marge: "Young man, you answered your own question with that commode mouth of yours!"
--The Simpsons
Dreamed of my anger that Britain's "New Labour" government, hiding behind a false consensus, has passively preserved the Thatcher government's disastrous privatization of utilities, because they're determined not to offend big business. [I'm still angry about that!]
It snowed!
Dinner was the rest of the stew. (There wasn't quite enough.)
Went to the Coro Verdi dress rehearsal for The Seven Last Words of Christ. (We also rehearsed Cavalleria Rusticana, and once again we came in late on "A casa" the first time around!)
Wrote a mrcranky.com review of the Joan Crawford movie Possessed. [One line was "If you can't guess what happens next, you haven't seen Mildred Pierce!]
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