Last night we watched the final episode of the first season of Succession. A very entertaining TV programme, though not yet approaching the greats. I understand that this may change in the second or third season. I was correct in my prediction as to where Kendall and his father would end, and correct in spirit but wrong in reality of where my least liked character, the daughter, would be in her relationship with her partner. It’s very funny, and I take the GF’s argument that it’s a comedy, not a drama at all. Perhaps most clearly evident in what is also my greatest criticism of it, that it often goes a step too far, testing belief for the sake of a joke. A characteristic of American television comedy.
Meanwhile, Boris’s final act is (hopefully) underway, as the flurry of furies in the past days should suggest. I wonder who is doing this vey skillful leaking about all the parties etc. Perhaps Dominic Cummings? Anyway, it does sound like they were attending more parties than work meetings. Astonishing that it’s the parties, not the body count, that will bring him down, but as Skhlar pointed out, it’s hypocrisy that gets the public’s attention, not cruelty. Indeed, Boris’s fightback seems predicated on the belief that voters rather like cruelty (the evidence certainly suggests it).
Last night was also the second night of the full moon. It rose later, in the dark, so we watched it turn from red to copper to yellow to white. We also conducted a science experiment with a crab (no crabs harmed) and am almost certain that it scurried in response to the vibration in the sand due to our footsteps.
I had two meetings at work, of which the first was a waste of time and I didn’t distinguish myself, but the second was ok though only worth my presence for the first 10 minutes.