Long day which began sometime around the dawn chorus as I finished my piece on last night’s debate. You can read it over here.
I grabbed a few hours sleep but it’s been one of those difficult days, largely on account of yesterday being better.
Today was one of those days when we tried to adjust medication. I know. I know. Not a great idea. Yesterday, the meds made it a tolerable day but my mother doesn’t tolerate tolerable. She was grouchy because the anti-nausea tablet made her sleepy, as sedatives tend to do. So, this morning she decided to skip it. Bad idea. The nausea came back with a vengeance and it took an hour or so for it to settle. She’s now on proper anti-inflammatories (again it too a call to a private GP to get proper treatment) and I’m hoping a few days on them will improve matters.
If it weren’t for this damn pandemic, I could get this sorted properly. As it is, we’re waiting for appointments next week and in three week’s time…
I read a piece the other day about the life of carers working under the pandemic and I felt myself crumble as I saw myself in other people’s plight. I guess I’m currently working for less than a pound an hour (though, yes, I know I can’t really call this “work” since I feel it’s my duty) but, dear god, it’s hard. I’m also waiting on November and the deadline to pass for the DWP or whoever it is who handles my affairs to sort out the paperwork which I submitted back in June. I’ve been flying on vapour since April. The government doesn’t give a toss.
In my downtime, I managed to catch the new Borat, which fills me with all manner of guilt. How can I claim to be impoverished yet watching Amazon Prime? Well, not my account…
Anyway, it was enjoyable but not a patch on the original. A few of the jokes had been done too many times (I find the satire of antisemitism laboured and repellent). I also thought the Giuliani story wasn’t a story. I think he was indeed tucking his pants into his trousers. Not saying he didn’t come across as creepy old fool clearly willing to do anything the actress asked him to do. Just don’t think there was too much there to incriminate him.
The best thing in the film was the actress playing Borat’s daughter. If there’s a reason to watch it, it’s to see Maria Bakalova. Oddly, the Rudy scenes were the worst. Having done spoofs myself, I recognised how the took their foot off the pedal in order to land the big prize. I did it occasionally in my Stan days – my letter to Noriega was my least funny because I probably wanted the reply the most – and they did it there. They did too little to hint at the game they were playing, meaning he wasn’t so much fooled as merely deceived. There is a big difference. Tell somebody you’re a travel agent and you’re hardly fooling them (assuming, of course, you’re not a travel agent). Tell them you’re the world’s smallest giant and you’re twisting reality to see how far they’ll follow.