Films with a Scottish base get a strong showing in the list of 49 best British films of all time, chosen by Barry Norman for the Radio Times. Deservedly, I Know Where I’m Going, Whisky Galore!, and Local Hero are all there. So is Gregory’s Girl, to which we return after the comic relief.
Philip Aldrick does a magnificent job frightening the un-lasagna-ed horses in his piece for the Torygraph.
What he is about is anticipating:
In its three-monthly Inflation Report, the Bank will warn that inflation will remain above the 2pc target until early 2015 but that the economy is too weak to cope with any attempt to bring prices back under control, through either interest rate rises or an unwinding of its £375bn quantitative easing (QE) programme.
It will also say that the pace of growth will be slow and that, although the major risks are receding, they remain a big threat, particularly from a resurgence of the eurozone crisis.
That sure saves us all from having to read the Report, when it is released. Prescience, a guided leak, or an ouija board?
Switching to another source, Aldrick manages one of the more remarkable definitions of “growth”:
According to the National Institute of Economic and Social Research, 2013 has started strongly. It has estimated that growth improved from -0.3pc in the three months to December, to zero in the three months to January.
Somehow that reminds Malcolm of a bit of dialogue from Bill Forsyth’s 1981 film, Gregory’s Girl. Gregory is faffing his first encounter with Dorothy:
Gregory: …. I hurt my arm once, at the joint. Can’t get it any higher than this. [He raises his left arm to shoulder level.] I used to be able to get it away up here, no bother. [He raises the same arm high above his head.]