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I know, I know…

Not worthy to be called a homosexual. I have tried to watch the Wizard of Oz a few times and always fell asleep. Mind you, it might have been because it's usually on at Christmas when I have overeaten.

But on Thursday Dr B. is taking me to see Wicked, and has asked me to stick the DVD on and watch it until the end.

So here we go.

Not sure what the quote right at the beginning means. Ah, sod it. Can't be too important.

What, Over the Rainbow already? That's disappointing.

Oh, a storm. Look, "special" effects. Don't be silly, this is 1939, some respect for what at the time must have not looked like a small-scale farm swinging from a thread.

Uhm, it's going to be all a dream, right?

Wow – colour! Hey, we've found out how to shoot in colour, so we'll oversaturate everything just to prove it. Getting just a little bit of a headache.

Brilliant: a huge bubble is about to land and Toto is completely oblivious and looks the opposite way, then wonders off screen!

Those little people give me the creeps. It's the costumes, and the voices.

What the beejesus is happening to Dorothy's hair? Longer one scene, shorter in another, then long again.

Uh-ho – snoozing off. Not even Emerald City is bright enough to keep me awake. Must resist.

How camp is that lion?

Enough with the lion now. We get it.

And now monkeys. Now, those do give me the creeps every time. Dressed monkeys. Flying monkeys. Good Lord, I am not going to sleep tonight, aren't I?

Rewinding the last half hour because I fell asleep.

Rewinding the last half hour because I fell asleep.

Rewinding the last half hour because I fell asleep.

Rewinding the last half hour because I fell asleep.

Falling in and out of sleep, just enough to follow what's happening.

The end. Whew. Finally off to bed. Don't feel any gayer yet.