It’s cold so the fires fired up, my little nest of vipers is firing up the evening nosebag, the laptop’s fired up, Open Live Writer’s fired up but, sadly my brain is failing to fire up.
Then, like a slap round the side of my swede, I glanced at the TV and thought, not for the first time, why do all TV adverts, other than those encouraging the elderly to prepare for death, feature twenty somethings all ‘happily’ grinning inanely and dancing regardless of what they’re advertising? What’s supposed to be so exciting about wearing a cardigan, or hoovering the house, or washing your hair, or brushing your teeth, or cooking a chip, or putting on lipstick, or... it’s a long list is it not? When was the last time you danced like a loon while excitedly waiting for the microwave to ping?
This prompted me to reflect on another in the short series of actor annoyances. Have you noticed that when there’s a knock on their hotel room door or their house doorbell rings, they look at the door? Why? It’s a knock or a ding-dong. Looking at the door is pointless. All you can see is a door and you’ve seen it before – even travelled through it both ways. It’s a door. Put down that book, don’t look just move directly to the door and open it. Guess wot – you’ll discover you’re looking at the door while proceeding towards it, okay?
See? I told you my brain was refusing to fire up...
Quote: Kurt Vonnegut.
“Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?”
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