Knitting raving Glenda

Knitting rage. Size 9 needles. What was I thinking? Thankfully Glenda provides comfort in The Maids. 

Pragmatic Glenda

Aerial wrestling, ace gingham coated, ‘Oh for God’s sake, you great schmuck’, ‘that was awful’ Glenda.  

(Something quite conventional about this film, but nonetheless Glenda is flying! She could deliver the phone directory with conviction. Great training for politics.)

Practicing Glenda

An apparently forgotten Glenda Jackson film from 1968 Negatives (found under Vintage Gothic Horror Babes channel, er wha?)

The film or the parts I’ve watched anyway has a slighty odd preoccupation with a furniture shop. (A whole new genre of film: dads and furniture shops?).

Anyway it’s all quite thundering high octave, as have the past few days been for several people I know and who impress me with their fortitude.

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I am reading Denis Donoghue’s The Practice of Reading and find it quite probing and agreeable thus far. A treat to be reading about reading. Especially after a busy year of “necessary” reading, it’s lovely to have some breathable reading space.