Lockdown is a time for forced jollity and virtual audience participation. We're all being bombarded with demands to take part in nominating our favourite films, music, poetry and, for all I know, Brexit and Boris lies. It's usually friends asking which makes it awkward to decline (though a few have done so when I've passed on requests). Some of us have done our bit of bombarding.
For poetry I let down my trade of journalism and - because I don't actually know many poems - offered Humbert Wolfe's Victorian lines, which always raise a smile:
You cannot hopeto bribe or twist,
thank God! the
But, seeing what
the man will do
no occasion to
Films, one a day for 10 days demanded by my elder daughter produced a fairly predictable and easy to assemble procession headed by Brassed Off.
With one left to choose, I have also nominated Suite Francaise, Easy Rider, Midnight Cowboy, Crocodile Dundee, La Vie est Belle, Sorry We Missed You, Schindler’s List and Twelve Years a Slave.
My final selection, I can reveal here, will be Cinema Paradiso.
By the time Christelle's sister Nathalie asked for favourite albums, I was beginning to flag. My listing powers were listing, if you like. So I compressed my 10 choices into two sets of five which Christelle turned into collages.
You see them now. Human League, Paul Simon and Carole King are among those included to show just how cutting edge my tastes really are. And yes, I could come up with 90+ other favourite albums so what fellows is no more than a guide ...
And for my second five (actually the first in order of when posted at Facebook) ...