Contemplating Julie Christie: her seraphic, timeless beauty. Four flipping ads in half an hour? For a wittering twit?

I’m trying to watch a Julie Christie movie somewhere the ads come thick and fast. I’m fond of Arvo Part. So someone thinks I’ll like Ludovico Einaudi, a religious minimalist Richard Clayderman. Four times in half an hour I have heard him wittering on about how music ‘elevates the spirit, how we can all become better.’

Look Einaudi, you spaghetti-slurping shithouse, I’m trying to fixate on the divine beauty of Julie Christie. Take your bland meanderings, your cutesy wootsy nursery rhymes and your baffling ability to crossover into every possible market and shove the lot up your no doubt perfumed and oft-rimmed Elephant and Castle.

(six hours sleep since Saturday. Fortunately this isn’t affecting me. And thank Christ for my daily dose of Bill Evans, a real piano genius.)

CORRECTION and APOLOGY there is nothing wrong with Mr Enaudi’s music which is deservedly popular. Aggressive marketing can madden anyone, especially elderly insomniacs who were already over excitable. Sorry.

Freezing – savage star-studded comedy

The upper echelons of movies, telly and publishing get a pasting in this extremely funny, very sharp satire. There’s hilariously vituperative prolonged abuse of a David Starkey-esque historian, when Hugh Bonneville’s decent publishing chap finally cracks. Tom Hollander and Hugh Bonneville have never been better. James Fox is a languid rival agent to Hollander’s ‘toxic yob’. Lots of gorgeous women, all stark raving mad. A cocky young director is making a Tarantino-esque costume drama: Hung Drawn and Slaughtered. Many other dubious projects are being treacherously agented throughout. Lots of insider gossip. Brilliant script by James Woods. Light years better than the stilted W1A. Three half hours of pure pleasure. All on youtube.