I don’t know if I’m completely convinced, just yet. I still think English Electric was the better overall album: standing along side Dazzle Ships and Architecture and Morality as some of their better work.
Still … ? Robot Man and Precision and Decay are good.
Or 4th of September, if you’re that-away inclined.
It’s a Monday.
And my day off: the last one I’m due, this week, at least.
So I’ve enough hours to be going on with, to be frank.
I do know that, this time last week? Was a bank holiday Monday. And getting to was tricky.
The trains? Had been replaced by a bus service.
That bus service was delayed: as part of Warley Hill had been blocked off.
Someone had been attacked: and seriously injured in a late night brawl.
Sadly? That person has since died of his injuries.
Right now?
My thoughts are going to his family.
My thoughts are calling the two young men who attacked him, last week, a pair of idiots: for getting drunk enough — unintentionally, no doubt — to kill.
Their bank holiday weekend has turned them into killers.
Frankly? We throw the phrase ‘murder on the streets,’ around with such ease.
And then?
Something happens on our street.
~≈§≈~
Hmmm …
That’s not quite what I intended to tell you about.
Well …
Actually, yes, I did: but what I wanted to tell you?
Was that the chap had got out of hospital, alive, well … and relatively hole.
Instead, I can’t.
Personally? All I can say is that I’ve picked up an impression over the years.
That many of the men and woman in UK prisons of murder, are there for near enough the same reasons.
They’ve gone out for the evening … had maybe one beer too many … got into an argument …
And found themselves, in the morning, in a police cell: being told they’d inflicted life changing, or life threatening, injuries on someone.
Any one of us could be the victim: or the killer.
Murder on the streets, eh?
~≈§≈~
At any rate?
Most of my day has been spent feeling thoughtful about that unnamed victim, and his death.
In between that, and basic house work?
I really wanted to catch some TV: to occupy my thoughts with something lighter.
To be brutally honest, my innards are a wreck that mystify me: let alone any medical staff.
This morning … ? They decidedly put me out of whack: by making sure I threw up.
A day off work it was, then: I’d HATE to have thrown up ono a keyboard.
To be EQUALLY frank, though?
My guts are seriously annoying: as they’ve caused me lose a day’s pay.
Again.
The only real upside … ?
Hmmm … I don’t know if there is one.
Bar the fact I could, at least, catch up with the last two episodes of series two of American Horror Story — Asylum — and think I’ve seen some very powerful stuff.
The ones that go quietly … but have expected shirts and unexpected USB flash drives in them?
Yep: it’s official.
I had a shirt delivered, today. Which was expected: the postman left me a card, yesterday, to say it was in the office: as the package was to big to go in my letter box.
The unexpected USB sticks?
Were unexpected because I was expected them a week or so from now … but there you go.
At least they’r partitioned and ready to go!
~≈†≈~
Oh …
And there’s light … surprisingly … !
Did I mention the light in my kitchen, blew, last night?
It blew, last night.
Which is inconvenient when you’re trying to make cocoa, I know that.
Oh … And when you’re doing yourself a cup of tea, prior … to sitting down and watching some TV.
In my case?
Problem solved: I got a new bulb. And those neon tubes AREN’T cheap.
Held there, as her husband feels she is not looking after her child, correctly.
The woman claims to be Anne Franke: who died at Bergen-Belsen.
And, what’s more?
Claims that’s where she met the man called Hans Grüber. Now better know as the Asylum’s Chief Medical Officer, Dr Arden (James Cromwell.)
Episode 5 — I Am Anne Frank (Pt 2) — shows us Sister Jude — Jessica Lange — calling in on Nazi Hunter, Sam Goodman: convinced he can help investigate Dr Arden.
That self same Dr Arden? Has worked out exactly how to help Anne/Charlotte. With a pre-frontal lobotomy …
Lana? Lana — Sarah Paulson — has been … rescued … from Briarcliff, by Dr Thredson — Zachary Quinto.
Who isn’t as helpful as he seems …
Episode 6 — The Origins of Monstrosity — opens with a flashback to 1962: showing us when Monseigneur Howard — Joseph Fiennes — first met Dr Arden: when Briarcliff had been a tuberculosis hospital.
It ALSO shows us Lana: still trapped in Thredson’s basement … and becoming increasingly concerned.
Lampshades made from human skin will do that.
What she doesn’t know … ?
Is that, in 2012? SOMEONE is still wearing the Bloody Face mask …
~≈†≈~
Now …
Am I enjoying Asylum?
Hell, yes!
Although, granted, it’s a supernatural horror fan’s delight: with even more references than a reference book!
After all, one central character, Kit? is in Briarcliffe, not because he’s a murderer, but because he claims to have bee kidnapped by aliens.
Another, Dr Arden? Walked out of Boys from Brazil.
Dr Thredson? Is an unholy mix of Leather Face, Dr Lector, the Red Dragon and Ed Gein!
And I swear, Grace — Lizzie Brocheré — Grace is channeling Lizzie Borden.
Loving it?
All that and there‘s a song by a Belgium singing nun.
