D.H. Lawrence, of whom I was speaking just a moment ago, said that he thought tragedy ought to be a “great kick against misery”.
“Misery” would be a vast, and, indeed, melodramatic exaggeration but there is, I’m afraid, a distinct air of gloom around Casa Backwatersman at the moment. I think it’s the time of the year.
So here is, if not a great kick, at least a fairly firm prod in the chest of wintry torpor – those great wordsmiths Half Man Half Biscuit with a song about Restless Leg Syndrome, accompanied by a travesty of David Lynch’s first film Eraserhead. This will make no sense at all if you haven’t seen Eraserhead, and little more if you have. But it brought a wintry smile to my lips.