In Which Your Humble Blogger has progressive lenses now, which helps a lot.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not even to a Top Five, but come on, Brain of Morbius is criminally underrated.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unhappy all around.
Mametz Wood, by Owen Sheers
In Which Your Humble Blogger can actually do a pretty good impression of Geoff Boycott, if it comes to that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would actually get cast in the contemporary one about the middle-aged man getting married, achieving the normal domestic life he never thought he wanted and finding out that it really is all that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger pronounces it properly the whole time, in case you were wondering, with the middle syllable of klee, not kyuh.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows of a woman from Bryn Mawr who wanted to meet Bernard Shaw. When she was asked why, she made no reply, but sharpened an axe and a saw.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could perhaps have talked about the importance of the public sector in propping up a bourgeois-based economy, but it's so difficult to define 'class' coherently in a resource-based analysis of crony-capitalism.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could have gone into an extended rant about the rules book calling them 'riddles' when they are in fact not riddles but puzzles, but it's unclear how that rant would improve anyone's enjoyment, either of the game or the blog.