Someone should do a proper scientific study, but there seems to be a correlation between hot summer weather and the incidence of “food poisoning”. Because you can be bloody sure that as soon as it gets hot, people start looking for reasons not to have the lesson they booked as recently as last week.
I don’t mind too much, because it’s only a handful, and the last month or so I’ve not had a moment free or slots to spare for anyone wanting a lesson.
So, having acquired a free afternoon and evening, I came home and turned on the TV. Now, even with several hundred channels through the Sky dish, it is impressive that there can be almost nothing of interest shown on any of them for such long periods of time. And this afternoon is no exception.
After much channel-hopping, I caught the end of “Adolf Hitler – My Part In His Downfall” (one of Spike Milligan’s autobiography books, turned into a film). It occurred to me after only a couple of minutes how badly I would have coped with the Second World War or anything to do with the British Army anytime before the 60s. It reminded me of another war film that drove me nuts - “The Password Is Courage”; oh yes, and “The Great Escape”. And “Bridge On The River Kwai”. Come to think of it, all British war films (or films about the British during the war).
All the British ever seemed to do was sing bloody 30s and 40s songs and whistle idiotic tunes, and behave in obscenely stereoptypical ways straight out of Enid Blyton books. It would have driven me insane (assuming the reality was even close to the way the films portray it).