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I’ve got the week off work, so instead of blogging Kate and I will be enjoying the spoils of Christmas: whisky, music, Beckett and Star Trek¹, and our little daughter in stripes, gallivanting about the place, a giant in the body of a midget. Happy Christmas to anyone who reads this! Hic.

^{1 There are 178 episodes of “Star Trek: The Next Generation”, but only 19 Beckett plays. And only four of them are over 20 minutes. Both are equally great, but it’s frustrating because you think if only Beckett had upped his output, his works would have gone down in history as a great and visionary landmark, an artistic totem, like “Star Trek: The Next Generation”. You may scoff - “quality”, you may say, “is what counts” - but you don’t see Beckett fans congregating in their thousands at Beckett conventions, freakishly dressed and made-up, talking in made-up languages that no-one else understands, do you? Except in academia of course.}