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Dickie White, and close friend, and film & TV reviewer, Cubby Begge, swap stories about broken New Year’s resolutions - Part II. In Part I, Dickie admitted that he has recommenced urinating in the sink, but was granted absolution by Cubby on the grounds that he hasn’t yet done it while the dishes were still … Continue reading 5th March – Your scarf it was apricot.
A Complete Unknown - it's close, but it's not right. As wonderful as this film is in parts, its lack of interest in getting important facts right, means that it doesn't quite hit the bullseye in the same way that Elvis did. Did you ever see Amadeus? In that film, Salieri, Imperial Kapellmeister, and Court … Continue reading You’ll have to decide, whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side.
Dickie White still refuses to come out, for fear of breaking his New Year's Resolution not to think about killing himself until at least March. He has asked me to wish all participants in the forthcoming World War III, absolutely no luck at all.Yours in art, Cubby Begge - eyes face forward. A Real Pain … Continue reading Films, winter 2024-25.
We cannot deny that we have now arrived at that ugly saturation point of fame, so presciently identified by Andy Warhol, and, agonising as it is to be presented with ceaseless hours of – is the term Z-list celebrity any longer valid? Aren’t they all now so devalued by their ubiquity that they are (we … Continue reading 17th Oct – we’ll catch a runt and put him in a punt, and then we’ll let him go.
At about this time of year, every year, the twelve-year-olds who produce our radio & TV, news and current affairs shows, seem unable to resist the lure of the cheap win provided by an item about the change in the weather, as summer gives way to autumn. And when they do, they ALWAYS quote the … Continue reading 23rd Sept – Pennies in a stream. Falling leaves of sycamore
Apologies for my presence. If you recall, we came home at just before the General Election, full of plans and excitedly anticipating the future. All scuppered, of course – the failure in some part down to personal inefficiencies; in other ways by the deceit of others. All of it, ultimately sending us in an entirely … Continue reading 8th Sept – Fever in the funk house now.
The acceptable face of General Election betting. #seeyounextthursday
I have always thought that our manager, Gareth Southgate, so long lauded by our media now, was palpably unfit for the job. I have held this view since, day 1, match 1. His main attribute seems to be deference.
Or, if you don’t like that as a final line, you can use, Pod lives on the mountain, and skips to Mace, to buy a present for his friend, Kristina. Whichever you prefer really; it’s entirely up to you.
And don’t they make a welcome contrast to the other national event that is taking place in the UK at the moment; where so many people are suddenly talking about their love of their nation, and the greater good for all of us, and do it all without the slightest notion of how utterly transparently vulgar and disingenuous they seem to the rest of us?
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