Great Christmas. 7 of us, Christmas Eve in a Turkish restaurant. Christmas day, a 2.2 kg leg of lamb between us, and a neverending string of Melba biscuits, smoked salmon, Camembert and President cheese, Toblerone, ice cream, Stella (that's affectionately Stella Artois), Bell's, sparkling water, carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, crisps - gosh! Got onto C's bathroom scale yesterday morning, it said 64. Last night it said 66. In a single day! Picked up 5 kilo's since coming to the UK, no longer thin as a rake but thin as a thick rake. Slept over two days because the massive machine that is London dwindles to a halt on Christmas, melting into chilly air to leave the backdrop. No public transport, no Tesco or Asda, unbelievable.
Watched Barbarian Invasions last night, it won Oscar for best foreign film. Well it was quite good, it touches the type of relevant themes that would have pleased those who did the voting: the barbarians superficially refer to America's/Canada's enemies but I suspect a larger influx of things foreign to the typical Western mind. I liked the intellectual tenor towards the end. Ideas in the "Western Canon" are taken stock of - and Remy's death and dying is like a certain type of Western tradition going the way of all living things. It is done with just the right touch - light, moving, friendship. The image of the tree in the circle of (old) trees creaking inwards - the dying friend, sheltered by friends. Perfect timing, brilliant image. Then the sky.
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