Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

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Watched that film recently “Hell Drivers”, all about lorries shifting gravel at rapid speeds, the drivers were all on bonus and going like the hammers of hell, tragedy was inevitable and sure enough Gino an Italian driver dies near the end of the film, Herbert Lom played Gino and my missus loves him in films, it’s his come hither eyes she says. :confused::slight_smile:

Why worry?
“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?”
Matthew 6:26-34.
I agree with you Matthew, live horse and you’ll get grass, don’t worry about tomorrow, who wants to add a cubit (1 cubit = approx. 18inches) to their stature anyway, God knows there are enough folks trying to lose a cubit from their waistline, when you think of it a 36 inch waist is 2 cubits and a 6 foot person is 4 cubits tall.
“Cast thine eye upon the multitude out yonder a jogging at Sundown, for are they not desperately trying to shake off a bellyful of cubits after their heavenly father hath overfed them?”
Jem 2:10-19.
Lovely word that cubit, have you every held the bit of a cue? the bit is the butt end is it not?, Alex Higgins bottom was as thin as a cue bit as he raced around the snooker table, God rest his soul. Then we had professor Rubik who squared us all up with his colourful cube, and contrary to popular belief, Oxo’s are not made in Cuba.:slight_smile:
But enough of this nonsense, here’s a nice song about cupid by a great singer, in my own opinion of course. :wink:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/S28tILqie1o

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Thanks for that tip about the roof Solo, I’ll have a word with Phyllis, she’s the green fingered one in this family.:-):slight_smile:

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Every budding boy singer in our teens would copy these Sam Cookes beautiful vocals…always horribly but joyously off key. :smiley:

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I enjoy a good book but admit to being a bit selective in my choices especially with Bios. Liking someone and their work helps too and with David Hockney neither of those really applies. Like a book, art taste are selective and I doubt if he would lose any sleep knowing that I don’t rate his work much

He is just there and my opinions on his money for old rope artwork matters not a jot to anyone in the know…which is as it should be…however his brother John has written a book and that is a different matter.

John does what his brother fails to do for me…he paints in words a fascinating look at their life which captures you immediately.’ I may not understand the nuances of brushstrokes or they way light is reflectively displayed or any other such arty farty drivel but I do understand words…and these are very good words that you can enjoy and appreciate. :smiley:

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7531563/The-Making-David-Hockney.html

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His writing is very honest and easy to read, I like that, he seems to have a genuine affection for his famous brother, there are some brothers who would be jealous.

Speaking of paintings I see that Banksy’s work featuring the monkeys in parliament is up for auction with an opening tag of 1.5 million pounds on it, should do well in the present political climate, I’m guessing that in a century to come that painting will be as famous as the Mona Lisa, good timing on the part of Sothebys.:wink:

https://i.postimg.cc/XvV4bWTc/108824273-chimps2.jpg

Reading John Hockney’s bit about his brother transporting his canvases on a baby’s pram and the other brother Paul refusing to walk with him reminded me of two brothers who lived in our area back in the 50’s.
They were a very strange family who kept to themselves, two sisters in their 40’s lived in the house and the two boys who would be about 10 and 12 at that time, the older brother would often hang around with the rest of us kids, but never the younger lad, he used to attend the School of Music just off posh Grafton Street, he carried a violin in a case and would proudly hold his head high as he made his way from his house to the bus stop to go for his lessons, the other brother keep well out of his path and wouldn’t be seen dead with him when he had his case with him, now had it been a guitar case the whole street would have followed him, but a violin, never!.:slight_smile:
Mystery surrounded the two sisters, they both worked in the big Players&Wills cigarette factory nearby, but that’s about all we knew of them, we didn’t know which was the mother of which boy, or even if they were the mothers, the lad who sometimes hung around with us always clammed up when the subject of his family came up.
They have long gone from here and a German family live in that house now. I heard in a pub many years after they moved that the younger brother packed up the music lessons, went to London and changed his name, he took up journalism and he’s done very well for himself, his mug is a regular feature on TV, when the chap in the pub told me his name I nearly fell off the bar stool with shock, I kid you not.
Who is he you may well ask, needless to say, and gentleman that I am, my lips are sealed.;-):slight_smile:

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I dunno, what must be annoying is not capitalising on despair, sometimes I despair, specially when it comes to socks.:lol:

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One of my favourite films is The Scarlet Pimpernel. Both the 1934 and the 1982 do the Orczy novel full justice.

The reason I mention The Scarlet Pimpernel is because of Banksy who as you know has yet again managed to count another coup and still remain anonymous. I admire this ability and hope it continous for him. I dont want to know who he is as for me it’s enough to know that in this day and age he can actually achieve and keep that status.:smiley:

They seek him here…they seek him there…they seek that Banksy everywhere… Good on him and long may he continue to be elusive. :smiley:

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I do agree with you about keeping Banksy’s identity secret, the Lone Ranger of the art world, everyone loves a bit of mystery. :-):wink:

I didn’t know the original filmed Pimpernel Leslie Howard was a passenger on a scheduled BOAC flight when the plane was shot down over the Bay of Biscay by German fighters during the war, some reports say they thought Churchill was on board, but there are lots of theories out there, sad way for a good actor to go, he was only 50, who knows what other great films he could have made had he lived longer.:frowning:

Oh I nearly forgot to tell you Spitty, I met and old Scottish friend of mine from Clydeside last night, we had a few pints and a riveting conversation about ship building, the noise of working in a shipyard all his life drove him crazy, God help him he’s a nervous wreak so he took early retirement for “rivet rattle” as they call it.
When the barman was throwing us out at closing time yerman grabbed a bottle of champagne from the shelf and smashed it over his own head saying “And God bless all who sail in her”
I rang the hospital this morning and he’s alright, a big bump on his head and a slight concussion, otherwise it was a great night. ;-):slight_smile:

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This one for RJ, what about Patience Confidentiality.:-):wink:

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Leslie Howards death is another of those unsolved happenings that you wait to be eventually solved…and feel slightly cheated when it isn’t. However maybe there are no answers.

An interesting write up.

https://lady.co.uk/why-did-nazis-murder-leslie-howard

LOL Spitty…I am sure if RJ does still read scribbles he would have burst out laughing as I did at mentally trying to conjure up images of Jems friends ‘Rivet Rattle’ complaint but Rosie the Riveteer kept popping up instead which I hope does not detract in anyway from the severity of his suffering and I hope he sails safely through it all cos wasting a bottle of Champers is enough to rattle anyone…riveter or not.

Didn’t seem to have affected Rosie though…

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I do worry about RJ, I miss his silver tongue and his hilarious tales of his days in ladies underwear and haberdashery, his in-store announcements at sales time “Ladies drawers down, now is your chance!. Big things in men’s trousers!” they probably modelled Capt. Peacock on RJ. :slight_smile:
Not to mention the antics of his weird Uncle Vivian.
No, It’s not like RJ to bugger off without a word of farewell, I hope he’s OK.

Interesting link that Solo, but we will never really know the truth, it’s right up there with the J.F. Kennedy, Harvey Oswald, Jack Ruby, and the Bermuda Triangle mysteries.

Me being a lifelong fan of Agatha Christie was always interested in the time she mysteriously ‘disappeared’ and was later discovered in The Old Swan hotel in Harrogate. I would have loved to be a big eared fly on the hotel wall.
Maybe not as important a mystery as the above but it did command the biggest police search in British history back then in 1926.
After reading many accounts of the how what and why it actually happened, even seen the film of it starring Dustin Hoffman, I’ve come to the conclusion that she was sick and tired of philandering husband Archie Christie’s lies and affairs, she just went into a state of despair with the whole thing and her mind acted irrationally, she even kissed her daughter goodbye, a daughter that she adored and would never desert, she was a lost soul for a while, she didn’t know what she was doing, many years later something similar happened to actor Stephen Fry, well that’s just my opinion on the subject.
Deceitful bastard and all that Archie was, she loved him deeply and I don’t think she ever really got over losing him, she always kept his name even when she married Sir Max Mallowan in 1930. I believe she was a very sensitive and emotional woman in her private life.

Here’s a nice photo of Agatha when she was a young nurse during the first world war, she worked mainly in the dispensary where she learned all about poisons, as we all know she later put that knowledge to good use in her stories.

https://i.postimg.cc/ydLTgg4L/DV16-Agatha-Christie-in-VAD-uniform-600x586.png

I was pushing around an idea in me head for a mystery novel, set in Mick’s Bar where seven customers, all whiskey drinkers, die of arsenic poisoning over a period of seven weeks, one death per week.
My hero would be a German detective called Herr Cool Porridge, and his sidekick who doesn’t believe in recycling, Captain Waste Things, I’d call the novel “Whiskey is the Devil” and my pen name would be “Loose Effer”.;-):lol:

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Whilst spitty is happily digging up the dormants it seems we are getting buried alive Jem…bit like that Premature Burial film which if you suffered from Taphephobia and didn’t know it…you would by the time you had watched the film through. Ray Milland made sure of that.:shock:

Lovely word though it is Taphephobia sounds more like a bathroom sink problem though I am sure that there has to be a connection somewhere in Poes thinking. He certainly tapped into the age old human fear of being buried alive with that one.:wink:

You keep telling yourself “it’s only a film” but deep down it stays…lurking at the back of your mind. Thats the power of a good story isn’t it…but I am still leaving my body to medical Research just in case. :mrgreen:

Nor a fan of Agatha and you know as well as I do that entering a bar in Ireland is always an adventure and mysteries there aplenty just waiting to be told :-D:-D:-D

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How dare you “dormants”, These are fossilized gems, waiting to be rediscovered, as Hans Gruber said in Die Hard “sooner or later, I might get (to a Thread) you do care about”:lol::lol:

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Mind you, I suppose I should post them in the “Anarchists or Archivists” Thread.:-):wink:

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Indeed you could risk a less leisurely approach spitty but just to show that I do read other topics I respectfully partially quote Cinderellas spot on comment …‘A cynic would say this stunt is just another attention seeking tactic’…and that was one of the milder ones :mrgreen:

Or as Will Rogers once said " if you find yourself in a hole…stop digging":-D:-D:-D

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Taphephobia, yes like when a tap is dripping and you can’t stop it, drives one crazy.
I remember seeing a pictorial joke in “Mad” magazine years ago, there was a chap strapped down under a dripping tap getting the old Chinese torture of the dripping tap bestowed upon his baldy head, the two guards beside him were laughing and singing to their hearts content “Rain drops keep falling on his head…” God forgive me but I thought it was very funny. :lol:

Spitty, I like my fossilised gems to be cut polished and mounted in a good setting, preferably hanging from a beautiful ladies neck to be admired.:-):wink:

Poe sure did know what scared people, he was a bit of a weirdo himself, he was the complete opposite to Will Rogers, I’m sure his advice would be “If you find yourself in a hole…start digging”:lol:
Wasn’t it Vincent Price who was the expert on Poe’s works?
If I was to be buried I’d make sure I had one of those suicide pills near me mouth in the coffin, you know the ones they gave out willy nilly to spies during the war, but I’m to be cremated so I’ll be grand.
By the way, how do you successfully cremate a Phoenix?

Just got the strangest message on the screen.
“You have an unread message from your guardian angel, read it now”
No messin’, I didn’t click on it, he/she might be coming to take me away ha ha.
Probably one of those religious ads.:confused:

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Had a look, hippies were mentioned, hippies, ex or otherwise don’t “Dig” holes.

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OK;on a bit of a slant,whils’t retaining the central crux…for me,one of the best actors ever to grace our screens,was Gregory Peck-especially when he was teamed alongside Mary Badham, [uncertain how her name is spelled,forgive] in the epic ‘‘To kill a Mockingbird’’. His characterisation of what was essentially a small,‘backwood’,and relatively unimportant person suddenly thrown into the glaring and public notoriety of defending not just a supposed criminal,but a BLACK criminal,at a time when to even CONSIDER doing so brought forth the very worst in people,resulting in everything from threats to his children,to becoming despised for having the temerity to do so,was,to me,one of the very best books I have ever had the MASSIVE pleasure of reading. Yes,I know the film was also a huge success,resulting in good times and great fame for it’s participants [step forward Robert Duvall,Brock Peters,Dill Harris,Philip Peters,et al & take a bow]…but,to me and FOR me,it was the act of visualising those characters in my mind as I read the book [which,incidentally,I still to this day have in my library],prior to any film,that made that book one of the All Time Greats. Whatever one’s outlook regarding race,colour,religion,so forth-you have to admit that book DID change this world-for the better. Harper Lee,we salute you. [ps-nothing to do with the above-but I still to this day fancy Hayley Mills…always have,always will…sigh]

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Pug, a bit of Honky Tonk is all well an good but, never saw the attraction for Mrs Mills, not with the relative age differential at the time.

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Um…ah. Yes-point taken. Mayhap one should be just a tad more specific…ok…one referred to the ever-delectable daughter of good old John,himself a fair contributor to certain epics,such as ‘Ice cold in Alex’.How’er,t’is the beauteous Hayley that holds one’s heart ever entrapped…such enchanting beauty is a joy to behold…