Do you remember when we had ‘days’? Those things that, sort of held a significance of their own. Bridge on Wednesdays, tennis on Saturdays, chopped liver on Fridays, Lila on Thursdays…

Now we just have… days. All the same. As different as you want to make them. Within constraints. Mainly, you can’t go anywhere, do anything or see anyone. Other than that: WE’RE FREE!!!

I went in to work this morning. Ok, its Good Friday and a bank holiday but that means I get to park for free. I ‘took yesterday off’ instead. When it would have cost me 25 quid for 4 hours to park in the City. And although I have a free tube pass, I would no more get on a train than I would lick the handles of 16 supermarket trolleys. I’d instantly turn into Boris Johnson. Without the fat gut, the blond hair, the keys to number ten and 13 assorted tubby little blonde posh children running round not knowing who their father is.

And its glorious and sunny and lovely. Which makes everything better. Even Coronavirus. But as I sat here listening to Alexa play Islands in the Stream, conversation went to songs. To Black Velvet. From there to Blue Velvet. And from there, only one direction is possible: to David Lynch. The director of Blue Velvet and every film buff’s favourite insane person. Who specialised in the surreal, the bizarre, the improbably and the weird. Even seen Blue Velvet? It’s as magnificent as it is dark and sinister and perverse. Mulholland Drive was fabulous. And possibly the most confusing film we collectively had until Usual Suspects came out. But for once, its David Lynch’s tv work that outshines all else. Twin Peaks. How you can run two 12-part series (guessing that, no idea, just lots of them) which get ever more complicated, ridiculous and outrageous, and have people (like me) who wouldn’t miss a second. Ok, in all his works he has gorgeous women, which doesn’t harm things, but the stories captivate. Even when, after 17 hours, you’re no better off, understanding-wise, than when it began. In fact you know less. Even if you think you’ve learned something.

Maybe this is the time for a re-run of Twin Peaks? If you have the time, its the best ride you can get on a tv screen, even if you do end up somewhere near back where you started, but possibly in a different dimension, so the remote won’t work.

Happy… Day

A xxxx