Good Omens, literally

[nineveh_uk]

After going home sick at lunchtime*, my day has been greatly improved by the first photo of David Tennant and Michael Sheen as Crowley and Aziraphale in the forthcoming TV adaptation of Good Omens.



I definitely approve. Crowley's a bit different from the book, but the faint miasma of desperation exuding from the aging would-be rocker works for me. As for Aziraphale, for the people complaining that it looks exaggerated, that's mild compared to some of the horrors you get round Oxford**. The appalling cut of the trousers is a particularly fine touch, and I like the 'cherub gone to seed' of the fluffy blond hair.

*To the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody: Is this the real flu? Is it just virus-y? Crap immune system, no escape from things disease-y.

**The pale mustard broad wale corduroy suit remains a low point.

Comments

[perennialanna]

The official definition of a carer is "look after someone whose welfare would be affected if you were ill", and my pharmacist said as far as he was concerned that should mean all parents, especially single parents, but he looked it up and it didn't (and they get audited so he couldn't chance it).

[serriadh]

I'm having it privately, as my only rationale is "I had flu last year and it was really horrible", but they should definitely give to parents free.

[antisoppist]

I get that they are doing a cost-benefit analysis and vaccinating those of us who would either die or cost the NHS lots of money in stopping us dying if we got flu, but they vaccinate NHS staff and you'd think anyone who works in a school would be covered on similar grounds of increased exposure and increased risk of passing it on to more (vulnerable) people, if not of actually being dead themselves.

Everyone else there yesterday was elderly, including the chap before me who said he was going on holiday to Scotland this week and hoped it wouldn't impair his casting arm. I feel you are more in need.

[perennialanna]

I have triple exposure this year, since L and N are now in different schools and I work in a third (which hugely confused the peripatetic ukulele teacher today).