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Rewatching House of Cards, for the first time in some years - enormously enjoyable, if approaching pantomime at times, and Ian Richardson is frightfully good as Urquhart.

The thing I'm noticing is how many bits I don't remember. I saw it when it was on TV in 1990, and when it was repeated in about 1995. In 1998, however, I got the video version, which felt slightly odd - the reason, I realised after a while, was that it had been pruned down to a straight three hours, from 4 50-55 minute episodes.

Thus to now be watching the DVD, which is in the original format, is quite odd, because the characters are doing things I had forgotten about or didn't expect. It's rather like watching the Extended version of the Lord of the Rings, ezxcept with the knowledge that Sauron is going to win ... with a little help from Mrs Sauron, anyway.

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Tow songs that have been listened to this week, are fatuously linked, and seem to link to experince in some way. One is one of my very favourite songs, and the other is a new one:

Hummingbird, hummingbird, knew I;d find you here
Bright lights draw you near
And they always will
All that work and worry, just to stay still
...
Soar, you will never soar
Spin or swoop or glide
Soar, up above us all
In the shadows you must hide

["Hummingbird" - Eddi Reader]


"While she's squealing with pleasure in the arms of her lover
To infernal regions I've sent to gut hummingbirds
According to my sentence"

["Depressed Beyond Tablets" - Half Man Half Biscuit]


I think possibly there's a hint that it's time to go to bed - if I try to face London tomorrow feeling this tired, I'll possibly end up bludgeoning random strangers with a frozen monkfish.