Easter

It's not that I've got nuthin', in fact I have a lot of sumtin'.

First this; as my son-in-law said, easily the most disturbing photos of the Easter Bunny he's ever seen. Almost worse than than Pennywise, the murderous circus clown from 'It'.

And then Roger Ebert has an answer to the often asked question of what really, really went down at the Last Supper.

For the traditionalists out there, something less sacrilegious and more relevant to the focus of Easter: chocolate.

You know you're a bad mother when...

you take your 12 year old daughter to a screening of the Rocky Horror Picture Show under the guise that Michael J. Fox – her crush at the time – is one of the actors.

During the movie she kept whispering in my ear and asking me when would his character show up. I eventually completely lied and said that he was one of the guests at the Time Warp party – there was a midget who looked remotely like him – after all what’s one more tiny prevarication when you’ve already sold your child a bill of goods anyway?

A few years later, when the RHPS became fashionable with high school crowds she could nonchalantly and coolly observe : “Rocky Horror Picture Show? Saw that years ago,” though still being reproachful that I had lured her to see it under false pretence.

Just one more bad mother moment, right up there with taking her to see “Watership Down”, a cinematic event she claims to this day traumatized her and gave her nightmares for years thereafter about that bunny bully General WoundWorth.

I always thought that Fiver had a touch of tranny rabbit.