mamma mia . washington dc . euro trip

‘mamma mia!‘ the joy of pure fluff- that too fluff from your teenage years. not that i was ever an abba fan (or that i still am) but it would be churlish to deny the mindless effervescent fun of a ‘dancing queen’ (turned here into a feminist anthem of sorts) or a ‘take a chance on me’ - even though the lyrics are less than schoolboy poetry- broken feathers that need to be put together and other such nonsense. the silliness of the 80s is my kind of nostalgia – taking broken wings and learning to fly again- but when its meryl streep- by far one of the most beautiful women i have seen on screen- i am an abba fan.

in gore vidal’s ‘washington dc’ i kept the company of scheming politicians and publishers from two families in the war and post-war years of the united states. its part of his ‘narratives of empire’ series i found out and now, completionist that i am, i need to read the rest.

and on tv ‘euro trip’. terribly patronizing american film about 4 teenagers in search for a good time in europe. horrible.