Thank Goodness Mother Never Let Me ...

"Thank goodness Mother never let me get that tired." Comment in one of Dorothy L. Sayers's letters, referring to a fellow Oxford student who had studied too much, got into a state, and destroyed her chances at exams. Similar character in "Gaudy Night," nearly drowns, lurking dangerously at the top of Old Tom tower - brilliant mind, but not taking sufficient care of her animal needs. Said animal being coming close to destroying her higher self. Neglect the physical vitality too much, and you don't get an awful lot of higher-order thinking. I have been that tired, and it's no good, and it takes a lot of fun and a long time to recover from it. One of my favourite remedies: Roxie Hart, and watching old Marilyn Monroe films. Reading PG Wodehouse, watching DVDs of Python, bits of Fry and Laurie in their various guises, and now that I am partially recovered, getting gripped by a movie with plenty of emotion in it - childish, clichéd or more "real" - recently, "Me and Marley," "Midsomer Murders," "Oliver Twist" (Polanski's version - recent BBC one next, then I might revert to the musical). Teufel.