There are Brixton riots on telly and for a moment I think it's a repeat of
Ashes to Ashes again. No, just
history repeating.
This week has been very
Ashes to Ashes, though. I'm still smiling over the image of
Sooty bashing out that unhappy tweet to me. It's the small (and yellow fluffy) things that amuse, especially this week.

Meantime, we caught a bit of
Moonraker on the telly the other week. It's kind of sad, and I don't just mean the pigeon doing the double take. It's the shuttle, the concord, even the hovercraft, all gone. All that fun and wonder, just gone.
It's kind of weird when you think about it. Of all the things to emerge from the Sixties:
James Bond,
Doctor Who, the
Beatles and space travel, who knew that space travel was the passing fad?
( more: midnight magpies )