Diana Rigg was one of my first great loves. It wasn't the leather exactly, but that didn't hurt. On the sidewalk in SF, someone wrote the words, "I love Diana Rigg." It's an old piece of sidewalk and the words were etched in it long ago. When last spotted Diana was a guest host on Masterpiece Theater. She looked great, but the leather thing wouldn't work anymore.
The really big news is that I figured out the little strummed riff at the beginning of "I'll Feel A Whole Lot Better". I used to know how to play it on guitar, but the guitar is not the same as that most perfect of instruments, the ukulele.
Oh, and I just thought I'd mention that America is culturally dead in the fucking water. I mean, name something cool and new from America. What, like, Justin Timberlake? No, really.
And to prove my point, I'm going to watch the second movie in the Daywatch/Nightwatch series. I watched Nightwatch the other night. It was great. Who could have imagined an utterly cool horror movie, in Russian and set in modern Moscow? Meanwhile in America, they're planning a remake of My Favorite Martian. That and all of the rockin' bands are from, like, Finland.
At least there's Dwight.
I have been in love and heartbroken over a couple of really lovely crazy women. I don't think I regret that. Dwight puts it well. In fairness to crazy women, I am no bargain.