You don’t know me..

René and Ray agree on that much at least..

Father Jack..

I was obliged at the weekend, against my better judgement, to attend the First Holy Communion of the daughter of close friends. It was, of course, a mistake – big old church, big old priest.. and all I could think of, as he continued to pontificate, were the words of the immortal Jack Handey, which, as it happens, were some of the first I quoted on this blog, a while ago now..

“If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is “God is crying.” And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is “Probably because of something you did.”

..and while we’re on the subject of Catholic Guilt, and sinners in general, no-one nailed it better than Mrs. Doyle..

God give me strength..

Gotta love Illeana Douglas. Here she is as Denise Waverley in Grace of My Heart, the thinly disguised Carole King Story, doing the thing I never had the guts to do well – pitching a song to a skeptical producer. What a song, though! Has to be the finest of all the late-period Burt efforts – how many damn hooks are in there, ferchrissake?…

.. since I lost the power to pretend

that there could ever be a happy ending..