Thursday, 17 November 2016
Was that really two hours ... it went in a flash. So enjoyed a long wallow in Haworth this evening, watching BBC's new Bronte drama To Walk Invisible which is exactly how you'd want it to be. Branwell does stocious exceedingly well, the three actresses who play the sisters look just right (I particularly liked Emily, so gauche and fierce) and Haworth looks suitably pestilential and damp. Written and directed by Sally Wainwright - and I think I might go back and watch it all again, but maybe tomorrow.
I could hum a tune, smoke a cigar and I'd have a novel written... I've had nine poems published in the Halifax Guardian.
Anyway, if we're writing novels, I imagine we'll need more paper.
Why is it that woman's lot is to be perpetually infantilised or else invisible and powerless to do anything about it?
They need to get married those three, only who'd have them?