Once you had been taken through the front door clutching your injured doll a terrifying sight awaited you. Arms, legs and torsos hanging from every beam. Heads of every shape and size swaying to and fro and then just to add to your increasing terror there were boxes of EYES staring at you.
By this time you just wanted to dump dolly and run out screaming. I still have nightmares about leaving my doll behind
Oliver Reed was indeed a one off, so was his mentor, the director Ken Russell.
BY a quirk of fate my mother happened to have been a life long friend of Mr Russell.
The day my mother died we were about to ring him to say his friend, my mother had died, but didnāt ring in the event because he had passed on the same day. What a strange coincidence
Going back to Oliver Reed (ROBERT Oliver Reed) He had a glittering film career and can be forgiven for his drunken antics on tv.
My favourite film staring Ollie is āIāl never forget Whatsisnameā, a little remembered film.
Unfortunately infamous as the first mainstream film to contain the word āfcukā.
A gem of a film co-starring a host of actors with familiar
faces which you canāt put a name to as well as the mars bar lady Marianne Faithfull aka Baroness Sacher-Masoch.
I met Oliver Reed once,in a recording studio. I was just doing session work,with a [at the time] well-regarded prog-rock group. [Long forgotten now,but thatās a different story] He was a friend of the group,the drummer in particular,and they were heading off to the bright lights,post recording session. As I was in a soundproofed booth,wearing āphones,he knocked on the glass to get my attentionā¦which brought the session to a fast halt AND meant scrapping that track recording and going againā¦but he was really pleasant,polite,and surprisingly well-spoken. I did actually ask him about his wild manā persona,as he seemed such a decent cove-and his answer was āDonāt believe things just because theyāre true-well,on camera,anywayāā¦and I just canāt find fault with that sentimentā¦
I hate Circusās and I especially hate Clowns, anyone with a false smile on their face makes me suspicious, thereās always something they are hiding behind it, remember smiling Ted Bundy and more recently Jimmy Saville. Yes keep your eye on the false smilers.
You can spot a false smile a mile away, that girl who sticks the letters up on the board in Countdown always has a false smile, and Iām just waiting for a bombshell to drop about Boris Johnsonās private life.
I think there is nothing that looks more beautiful on a womanās face than a big smile, you can throw away all your paints and powders, fancy clothes and jewellery, and just stand there with a big smile on your face and youāll be the most popular girl in the whole dance hall. In fact I guarantee it.
Iāve just canāt get this image out of me mind of this lovely girl standing in the dance hall who has thrown away her powder,jewellry and clothes - standing there buck naked with a big smile on and all those guys standing around with horizontal tent poles all grinning too!!
Oh God I do walk into these awkward situations sometimes, and all because of genuine smiles versus false smiles, dear God, please give me the simple life.;-)
Where you can grow your own food, brew your own beer, breath fresh air, and you canāt beat your own milk and eggs. alas the wife would never leave the city and itās all too late now.
I donāt believe in frettinā and grievinā
Why mess around with strifeā
I never was cut out to step and strut out
Give me the simple life
Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant
Those things roll off my knife
Just serve me tomatoes and mashed potatoes
Give me the simple life
A cottage small if all Iām after
Not one thatās spacious and wide
A house that rings with joy and laughter
And the ones you love inside
Some like the high road, I like the low road
Free from the care and strife
Sounds corny and seedy, but yes, indeed
Give me the simple life. (Sung by Ella Fitzgerald)
That wasnāt me Solo, that was Ella Fitzgeraldās dinner.
I havenāt eaten a tomato in years, canāt get a decent tomato in town ever since they started impregnating them with bitās of fish and the devil knows what else, genetic engineering has messed up most of the good vegatables we use in the cities today, wish I lived in the country.
