My plumber thinks I'm nuts.

This is the fault of and , with whom I was watching Naked Sean Bean all afternoon -- his arse was on the screen every time the plumber walked through my living room. It is also the fault of my cats and my children, who could drive anyone nuts, though in my defense, Cara brought lunch in a BOX and we all know what that means when there are cats and boys around.

Next time I show Caravaggio to someone, I'm showing them the hot tub scene from When Saturday Comes first to ensure the right mental images when...right. But I had a thought. Someone who reads this LJ must have seen War Requiem with Sean, Nigel and Tilda reunited for Derek Jarman. Details, anyone, please?