Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ironically, just after putting up my post immediately below, I started developing a sore throat, sinus pain, and muscle aches. Ha, ha, ha. Go figure. (Spent most of yesterday resting with a wet cloth over my eyes. Yes, I’m better now.)

Anyhoo, this blog doesn’t write itself so I thought I would mention that today is the anniversary of the birth, in 1756, of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

I don’t have much to say about it except to repeat my often-given warning that if you are going to watch the movie “Amadeus” in celebration, for Heaven’s sake don’t come away with the idea that anything it portrays with regard to Gangerl and those around him is actually true. The film is wildly inaccurate, sometimes completely wrong, romantic applesauce from start to finish.

And for those who argue that they like the film for its soundtrack, well, the performances are all by the Academy of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, under the direction of Sir Neville Marriner. I won’t say they’re actually outright bad, but Sir Neville and teh Gang are a very bland, middle-of-the-road outfit. Lots of other groups, particularly specialists in historickally-informed/period performance, who will give you better quality.

That’s all.

** Spot the quote. If you can get this one, Ol’ Robbo will be deeply impressed.

Closer To Home UPDATE: Speaking of birthdays and movies, Ol’ Robbo completely his own latest lap around the calendar just recently. Eldest Gel gave me, as a present, a tee-shirt featuring a cartoon meercat in a hula skirt with a caption that reads “Are ya achin’ for some bacon?” When I looked at it blankly, she impatiently explained that it was from Disney’s “The Lion King” and whipped out her iThingy to show me the relevant clip. I’ve never actually seen “The Lion King”, nor do I particularly wish to. For some reason, this irritates her greatly. I guess the gift was a rayther ham-fisted hint to that effect. (We have the same issue about “The Shawshank Redemption”. What would she give me in that case?)

Relatedly, there just arrived today as a present from Youngest a special collector’s edition of “Forrest Gump”. Again, I’ve never seen it, nor do I care to, as Ol’ Robbo has no taste for the Idiot Savant character. Plus, Tom Hanks is on my out list. I can only suppose that I’ve mentioned this to the Gel at some time or another, and that she’s being more directly to the point than her sistah.

UPDATE DEUX: Youngest just texted, “Next year it’ll be the full Harry Potter collection!” Heh.