Thoughts on The Goblet of Fire

I'm still ill, and having one more day off work before I return to the fray tomorrow. The last few days have been pretty rotten overall, but I have at least had plenty of time to read. Hence, I have now finished Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

I actually finished the previous book, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire about a fortnight ago, and have been meaning to post with my impressions of it ever since. But what with one thing and another I haven't really had the spare time or energy to do so. Now, however, with the opportunity to do a little typing when I feel OK, and a little sleeping in between when I don't, I can finally get on to recording my thoughts about both books.

This post, which I wrote yesterday in Word, is about Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: with luck by the end of today I shall have rattled something out about The Order of the Phoenix, too.

( Meh )

( Reactions to Harry being nominated as a Champion )

( The Death Eater mystery )

( The film )

Inadequately clothed young ladies

I just spoke to my Mum on the phone. She'd recently been out to a concert in Lichfield, and was commenting with disbelief and disapproval on the girls she'd seen afterwards, walking down the street in thin sleeveless dresses without any kind of coat, despite the fact that it was freezing winter weather.

I explained that pointing and laughing at such girls (and their shirt-sleeved male companions) is a recreational sport which had long been enjoyed by both Goths and Metallers, so that this was one area in which middle-aged ladies and alternative sub-cultures could find common ground. She chuckled.

Incidentally, I don't think a post about The Order of the Phoenix is going to happen today after all, since I've spent most of it asleep. It'll turn up eventually.