April things

• Mae Martin, Sap, Netflix – the bit about snow globes was perfect
• Stewart Lee, Snowflake/Tornado, iPlayer – Loved these. Felt Tornado was the strongest of the two, by a ways. Managed to watch them in the wrong order though, and I definitely think I’d have enjoyed Snowflake more if I’d seen it first.
• Fern Brady, Power and Chaos, iPlayer – Set from a couple of years back. Laughed a lot, and only hesitating in saying I loved it because it suffers in comparison to the sets above. Basically a strong few weeks of watching stand up on the telly.
• Spook Country, William Gibson – continuing the slow comfort re-read of the Blue Any trilogy. First time I’ve fully re-read this one (I usually sack it off early doors). It’s better than I remembered, and does better at the spy stuff than the follow-up Dude, where’s my trousers (aka Zero History).
• Children of Men, iPlayer – been ages since I watched this. Forgot how tense it is! The ‘one-shots’ remain breathtaking, and the England of the thing remains chilling/all too real.
• John Wick 4 – This didn’t feel as long as it was. The countdown to the finale was probably my highlight (love a ‘redemption of a friend’ arc). The room-to-room clearance with overhead camera probably my favourite sequence in that.
• The Wrong Trousers, iPlayer – haven’t seen this in at least twenty years, maybe longer. Astonished how much it packs into thirty minutes. Feathers McGraw is a great villain, probably the one I remember best from childhood.
• Fred Again.. Tiny Desk Concert – saw this linked to from a few places and it was a great set. Shame there was absolutely no energy in the performance space though.
• Michael Jackson on Fire Diorama, Bobby Fingers – yep, Tom is right, this is fantastic. Might give it a rewatch in the next few days.
• In the Night Garden, iPlayer – we’ve watched half an episode before Rowan’s bedtime every night for the last 200 days. We’ve finally finished it. Given how old Rowan is, it’s highly unlikely she’ll retain any memory of this show. Meanwhile, Ann and I now have to loop back to the start, knowing full well that the Wottingers will always be a mystery to us.