A few things make a sort of post

[oursin]

No 10 has responded about Bletchley Park (I admit I'd completely forgotten that epetition in the press of other stuff.

I also had a response from Mr Calhoun, Time Out's resident cineaste. While conceding my point, still banging on re Almodovar's 'obscure titles' [sic].

Perennial daily annoyance: the incredibly short time that the light stays green on the north side of the pedestrian crossing I habitually use to get across Euston Road. It's barely long enough for a relatively fit person to cross.

Have been given to think, yet again, by a passage in Robertson Davies's Happy Alchemy about British comic dramatists in which he identifies several of them as 'Irish', when they were in fact of the Ascendancy, of how often that elision seems to take place, at least in C19th literature. I'm giving him a slight pass on the influence of the Irish language on their verbal dexterity, because they probably did have Irish nursemaids.

And I thought there was something else, to bring it up to the canonical five, but if there was I've forgotten it.