Reading: I’m engrossed in A.S. Byatt’s The virgin in the garden, which is like a sort of twentieth century Charlotte Brontë.
Listening: Still having a kind of music block. Still, I have student stand-by tickets to the Royal Ballet’s La Bayadère tomorrow, which should be good: it’s not a ballet I know.
Watching: nearing the end of Deadwood season 3, and already sad that it’s nearly finished. At the weekend I watched most of Cromwell, with lovely lovely Alec Guinness and Richard Harris, and the recent Bond film, which featured some excellent haircuts.