I feel quite ill.

So, I came to work today feeling fine, but my entire workplace is swarming with sick people and they’re dragging me down.  I’ve got the sniffles, and for some reason my legs are really achy.  I might literally kill for a massage right now, except that I don’t know how murder would lead to someone standing over me and rubbing the various knots out of my person.

I kind of want to just go home and sit around with a book and a hot toddy.  Because, as much as you might think it’s an old lady drink, it’s not.  It’s really good.  Even on unseasonably hot days like this one.

Right now I’m reading British Queer Cinema by Robin Griffiths.  I was reading Tine by Herman Bang, but it was driving me crazy and I had to give up on it.  I had it for two weeks and was only about to get through about four pages a day.  Reading about Danish crofters in 1864 is something i just can’t relate to at all, it turns out.  Although someone in it had a hot toddy, right before I put the book away for good.

Anyway, British Queer Cinema’s pretty good.  There’s an essay about gay movies in the mid-nineties, and while it doesn’t mention Priest (which is a big one, no?) but it talks about Peter’s Friends, which used to be one of my favorites, even though in retrospect it’s not exactly Kenneth Branagh’s finest moment.  But the thing about Peter’s Friends is about the Stephen Fry character, and about how in that movie he’s celibate and basically alone, but at least not miserable and crazy like everybody else.

So I was thinking about Stephen Fry, and about how I read the novels he wrote in the nineties about if Hitler had won the war and stuff, and his autobiography, which I feel like was a major influence on me even though I barely remember it.  And it occurred to me that, even though he’s been in lots of stuff (the Harry Potter movies and V For Vendetta, say) I haven’t actually seen most of them.  And the movies I do like him in (Tristram Shandy, Cold Comfort Farm, Gosford Park) are movies with big casts where he’s not really a major character.  For some reason I had never noticed that before.

Anyway, my roommate tells me Stephen Fry has a blog.  It’s apparently a one-entry thing about iphones that goes on for like sixty-two pages.  Interesting….