And there is a real attempt going on by unpleasant rich Americans to push the churches - who need little pushing - to take a hostile line on homosexuality. It is bad enough that there are people out there who want to stone me to death - it is worse that they can bribe ecclesiastics to say I deserve it.
The weekend was partly taken up by fitting a new mattress and the nightmare of cleaning under the bed - omigod! dust bunnies with fangs, dust bunnies that are Body Snatcher pods - which just goes to show that slobbiness is a Bad Thing and I need to be a better Roz. And tubular steel beds are nice, but after a decade or two, you have subtly warped them by sleeping on them - if you are fat like me - so that when you take them apart they won't go together again easily.
Oh, and Kill Bill is shiny. I loved it and I didn't especially respect myself in the morning. And what is with O-ren's calling the Bride 'Silly Rabbit'? They have pet names for each other - figures. As I said before, so much back-story femslash will come out of this film and clearly Tarantino is just daring us.
I've read the negative reviews and find myself sort of nodding and saying ' yes, well, but the adrenalin high and the sheer bliss of picture making and the intensity of it all'. I would not want to see a lot of movies like 'Kill Bill', but it is a piece of work that does not compromise and which takes no prisoners.
I went to the Gramophone Awards this pm - which involved the usual smug chat, but also Handley conducting Bax and Marin Alsop conducting Kabalevsky's Colas Breugnon - one of those terribly jolly overtures that everyone sort of knows but don't know what it is. And Ian Bostridge singing Britten - god he has a lovely voice - bliss in Britten and Mozart and Smetana and Schubert and Noel Coward. I never cease to be grateful that I like classical voices and rock voices and jazz voices and Broadway voices, whereas most people I know cannot stand at least one of those. I even quite like folk voices.