You’re gone

L.A. Spiders “has all the depth of a shallow puddle”, a reviewer reckons. I’m glad someone else thinks that. I feel I can abandon them with a clear conscience. Especially as the alternative is a Melissa McCarthy film tonight.

Panicked out

Oh, dear! We’re going into emergency fatigue. Every bloody thing is an emergency these days and we might as well just give up and stop bothering.

Nothing new

As Mr. Littlejohn in today’s Daily Mail has reminded us, frying eggs on the pavement during a heatwave is something that has been going on for decades and decades and began long before global warming was invented.

The answer is obvious

Poor students are 18 months behind their wealthier peers? Maybe if they tried harder and became good students, they would catch up a bit.

More rain! More rain!

There’s nothing like a wet track for shaking up otherwise dull Formula 1, and that’s what we got for the German Grand Prix. There was a trackside sign boasting “125 years of Mercedes”. It was rammed by Leclerc (Ferrari) first. Then Hamilton went across the skidpan and bashed his front wing into it. The Incredible Hulkenberg also rammed it.
    Seb Vettel started last, his Ferrari having croaked at the start of qualifying, and finished 2nd. Hamilton went from last to first last year. He went from first to ninth this year. Verstappen started second, bogged up, but recovered to win. Something well worth watching for a change.

Could be worse

An actress reckons she was reduced to tears on finding that her 5x grandmother was sold as a slave in Nigeria. Imagine how much more upset she would have felt if her 5x granny had turned out to be one of the Nigerians who were selling their compatriots into slavery!

Well off target

A woman who (surprise) is plugging a book about Lady Macbeth reckons that W. Shakespeare didn’t do her any favours. But why would he? He was creating a play; popular entertainment, not history. And anyone with more than two brain cells to rub together knows that.