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Date: 26 January 2008 12:11:54
It's been a hard day's night,
And I've been working like a dog,
It's been a hard day's night,
I should be sleeping like a log...
Three questions I've always wondered:
1) What exactly is a hard day's night?
2) When have you ever seen a log sleeping?
3) Or indeed, a dog working?*
Anyway, there are two reasons for me quoting this to you today, gentle reader. The first is that I have had the most exhausting week at work that I can remember, and I have indeed had a long, long sleep to recover - it's very rare that I can get ten hours' worth in, but that's what I managed. The second reason is that, arriving home last night, I found the A Hard Day's Night film was on the TV. I'd never seen it before, so I watched about half an hour or so of it. Blimey, it was odd. None of the Beatles were natural actors (I thought George was the best of them, and even he seemed a little stilted), the action seemed to lurch from scene to scene with little connection between events, and most confusingly of all Paul's grandad was Albert Steptoe after a groom and a shave. Yet despite all of this, I was kind of enthralled, amost wishing I'd been alive in the '60s to be a part of this mayhem where grown men lark about in fields for no apparent reason.
* OK, I suppose you have sniffer dogs, guide dogs etc; but it always makes me think of a book I read at primary school where dogs behaved like humans, worked in offices, drove cars etc, and kept people as pets who they would take out for walks.
Now, about this eight-day week malarkey...