Tuesday, 18 April 2017

The Folly Bird Part III

Remember when I started my folly series and only ever put up two posts? No? Well part one can be found  here and part two here It evidently took a concussion for me to remember!

Last Thursday I was on my way from the kitchen to the hall to retrieve the vacuum cleaner and Belle, who was napping, chose that moment to wake and dart toward me, just as I was stepping over one of the cardboard boxes both she and Bob like to play with. Trying not to step on her, I over compensated and my notoriously poor balance came in to play as next thing I know, I lost my balance and smacked my head, hard on the corner of the door. My, that hurt, hurt more than I thought it would and within seconds I had a large egg sized lump on my forehead right above my eye. The pain floored me completely and I sat on the hall floor for a moment, trying to make sense of what had happened.

I tried to call Andy but his phone was evidently on silent. I had just about enough sense remaining to call the minor injuries department at the local hospital who told me to get someone to bring me along so I could be checked out. Long story short, after much calling of Andy to no avail, I found a neighbour who was not only kind enough to drive me to the hospital, but she also waited with me and then drove me home and babysat me until Andy came home, as the hospital wouldn't let me leave with a concussion unless someone was going to be with me for the next forty eight hours.

By the time Andy was home, I had a delightful purple bruise and a big old lump. I recall looking at it and thinking it wasn't too bad all things considered. Then I got the headache from the depths of Hades. I swear I have had kinder migraines.

On Sunday, I saw that my bruise was spreading out. Still purple at the point of impact, it was fanning out to a wonderful shade of yellow across my forehead and down my temple. Skip to the afternoon and a glance in the mirror saw some extreme looking eye make up going on. I took my glasses off for a better look and found I now had a black eye to compliment my lump and purple bruise. This bewildered me completely as I had hit my head on Thursday but it also amused me as it looked like heavily applied Egyptian make up. I did read that soft tissue bruises can take longer to appear so that must be it.

So thank you Belle for that. I am though, now able to walk in as straight a line as I ever could, though I am grounded in flat shoes for a while (booooo!) but I am still getting nasty headaches and my recall isn't brilliant. I spent far too long trying to think of the word service last night, when talking about the pomp and ceremony of Catholic church services. I also look like I have been through the wars as a large portion of my face is now yellow and black.

And, it was this morning that I recalled that I hadn't finished my folly series! So, here you are!

This camel folly resides in Milland, West Sussex and is the work of painter and cartoonist Gerald Scarfe who has worked as an editorial cartoonist for The Sunday Times and illustrator for The New Yorker as well as working with Pink Floyd. He also provided the opening credits for Yes Minister and Yes, Prime Minister.

When Andy first took me to see this, we weren't sure if we were in the correct place and asked a passing man who was cycling with his small children, if the camel was in that field and he looked at us as if we were raving man and ushered his children quickly away! Turns out it was, but I couldn't locate my original photos, so we went back, but Andy had to actually take these for me, as it wasn't accessible for Melanie's. It didn't have the pitched roof when I first saw it, this must be a later addition.

Monday, 17 April 2017

Billy Fury & Eddie Cochran

Billy Fury
Ronald William Wycherley
17th April 1940 - 28th January 1983

Billy Fury was an early British rock and roll star who equalled the Beatles' record of 24 hits in the 1960s, and spent 332 weeks on the UK chart, without a chart-topping single or album.
He is also one of my absolute favourite British rock and rollers.

Journalist Bruce Eder stated, "His mix of rough-hewn good looks and unassuming masculinity, coupled with an underlying vulnerability, all presented with a good voice and some serious musical talent, helped turn Fury into a major rock and roll star in short order".

Others have suggested that Fury's rapid rise to prominence was due to his "Elvis Presley-influenced, hip-swivelling and at times highly suggestive stage act."

Today would have been his 77th birthday.
So here's to Billy, happy birthday!

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Today also marks the passing of Eddie Cochran. Last years tribute post can be found here.

Photo taken by Andy

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Five Favourite ... Literary Characters

Today I should like to ramble at length about my favourite literary characters and so without further ado ...

At number five ... Persuasion's Captain Wentworth.

Captain Wentworth is the one Jane Austen character that makes my heart flutter. I prefer him to Colonel Brandon and certainly to Mr Darcy. I am not unconvinced this is because of who portrayed him in the BBC adaptation - Rupert Penry-Jones, who I absolutely only like in period dramas. Put him in modern clothing and I am utterly and completely disinterested.

Captain Frederick Wentworth is a fictional character in the novel Persuasion written by Jane Austen. He is the prototype of the new gentleman in the 19th century: a self-made man who makes his fortune by hard work rather than inheritance.


At number four ... Christine.
Yes, the car Christine.

Little is known about beautiful, misunderstood Christine's past, except that she was the property of retired war-veteran Roland D. LeBay. I fell in love with her on sight and despite red being my favourite colour, I would never entertain a red car other than a 1958 Plymouth Fury.

Nobody knows exactly where Christine came from; in the movie, it is suggested that Christine was bad from the start, because she crushes a man's hand with her hood and kills another after he drops a cigar ash on her seat, all while she was being built.

In the book, it is suggested that she may be possessed by the ghosts of Roland LeBay's family; his daughter choked in the backseat- later information reveals that LeBay deliberately left his daughter in the back seat of the car, speculated by Dennis to be him attempting to sacrifice his daughter to Christine-, and his wife committed suicide inside her front seat.

Either one suggests that she could have been bad to the bone even before those, and that she killed LeBay's daughter, rather than LeBay's family possessing the car.

In the book, it is heavily implied that LeBay himself has possessed the car, though this is rather unclear. It's also hinted that she absorbs the souls of her victims, such as LeBay's family or Repperton's gang.

What is known, however, is that she becomes extremely attached to her owners, and kills those who she sees as a threat to her relationship. She also makes her owners become obsessed with her, and kills anybody who may be hurting them. She also possesses the power of regeneration, allowing her to repair any damage sustained in her independent rampages. However, it is unclear if this ability was limited at first; Arnie did some repair work on Christine when he originally purchased her, but she was shown repairing some damage on her own, making it unclear if she genuinely needed Arnie to work on her at first or if she was merely trying to 'blend in'.


At number three ... Jane Eyre's Mr Rochester.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: The master of Thornfield Hall. A Byronic hero, he is tricked into making an unfortunate first marriage to Bertha Mason many years before he meets Jane, with whom he falls madly in love.

In the world of period dramas, Mr Darcy seems to set most womens hearts racing but I have always far preferred Mr Rochester to Mr Darcy. For a start, I couldn't put up with a moody, brooding individual such as Darcy in real life. I can appreciate him on paper and on screen, yes, but in real life, no. He would drive me spare. I need humour and that comes with Rochester, he amuses me.


At number two ... Harry Flashman.

I know many, especially women, will loathe and detest Sir Harry Paget Flashman VC, KCB, KCIE. I take him as he is, warts and all. He is tremendous fun.

Created by George MacDonald Fraser, Flashman  is based on the character "Flashman" in Tom Brown's School Days, a semi-autobiographical work by Thomas Hughes. In Hughes' 1857 book, Flashman, a relatively minor character, is portrayed as a notorious bully at Rugby School who persecutes Tom Brown, and who is finally expelled for drunkenness.

Harry Flashman appears in a series of 12 of Fraser's books, collectively known as The Flashman Papers. Fraser decided to write Flashman's memoirs, in which the school bully would be identified with an "illustrious Victorian soldier" experiencing many 19th-century wars and adventures and rising to high rank in the British Army, acclaimed as a great soldier, while remaining "a scoundrel, a liar, a cheat, a thief, a coward—and, oh yes, a toady."

Fraser's Flashman is an antihero who often runs from danger in the novels. Nevertheless, through a combination of luck and cunning, he usually ends each volume acclaimed as a hero.


At number one ... Dorian Gray.

I first read The Picture of Dorian Gray (my favourite book) in the nineties and developed a huge crush on Dorian.
Honestly, I thought he was the absolute bees knees.
The cats pyjamas.
The cats meow.
I simply adored him. Adore him.
We even had a reading at our wedding from the book.

However, no film version of Dorian ever hit the mark for me. For a start they were all dark and Dorian is always portrayed as having fair hair and oh, this annoyed me!
But a Dorian with the wrong hair colour who looks the part in a good version is far superior to a correct hair coloured Dorian in a bad portrayal and adaptation.

Along came Penny Dreadful and oh my, Dorian may have dark hair but be still my heart, he is Dorian. He is perfection.

Dorian Gray is the subject of a full-length portrait in oil by Basil Hallward, an artist who is impressed and infatuated by Dorian's beauty; he believes that Dorian's beauty is responsible for the new mode in his art as a painter. Through Basil, Dorian meets Lord Henry Wotton, and he soon is enthralled by the aristocrat's hedonistic worldview: that beauty and sensual fulfilment are the only things worth pursuing in life.

Newly understanding that his beauty will fade, Dorian expresses the desire to sell his soul, to ensure that the picture, rather than he, will age and fade. The wish is granted, and Dorian pursues a libertine life of varied and amoral experiences, while staying young and beautiful; all the while his portrait ages and records every sin.


Before I go, I do apologise for not commenting on your blogs, I have been rather poorly these past weeks and am only just getting back on my feet now.

Friday, 31 March 2017

Film Friday: Breakfast at Tiffanys 1961

Today on Film Friday: Breakfast at Tiffany's from 1961.

I love this film and even channelled Holly at the Goodwood Revival one year.
My, I was a Skinny Minnie back then!

A lonely, struggling writer becomes enchanted with his neighbour: an independent young woman who strives to be a high-climbing socialite with a penchant for high-fashion and wild parties. But, soon he uncovers the vulnerability she has at heart.

Breakfast at Tiffany's is a 1961 American romantic comedy film directed by Blake Edwards and written by George Axelrod, loosely based on Truman Capote's novella of the same name. Starring Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard, and featuring Patricia Neal, Buddy Ebsen, Martin Balsam, and Mickey Rooney, the film was initially released on October 5, 1961 by Paramount Pictures.

Audrey Hepburn's salary for the film was $750,000, making her the highest paid actress per film at the time.

Holly Golightly wears the same dresses all the way through the movie, simply changing the accessories to give each outfit a different look. Her black shift dress features through the movie at least four times.

Holly Golightly is supposed to be just nineteen years old when she meets with Paul. Audrey Hepburn was thirty-one years old when playing Holly.

Although it's never explained why Holly is wearing a bed sheet at her cocktail party, an earlier scene (cut before release) established she'd been taking a bath and had to improvise a gown on the spur of moment. The cut scene was featured in Life magazine pictorial shortly before film was released.

Did you know ...Tiffany's opened its doors on a Sunday for the first time since the 19th century so that filming could take place inside the store.


Is this a film you enjoy?

Thursday, 30 March 2017


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Hate them.
Despite looking horrible and being uncomfortable, the 'long' ones are frequently, not long.

Now, stockings.

Especially seamed stockings.

Yes please.

I love them.
I have even purchased a pair of nylons from a spiv.

Despite the pain of getting them straight in the first instance, I think there is something very special about a pair of seamed stockings.

I went to meet my friend from the train station the other day and wore my black ones. A teeny hole turned to a ladder by the time I had got there, despite a dab of clear nail polish.

So I arrived home with my feet looking like I had walked a mile in my stockinged feet.

I turned to the internet to find replacements. The first few places I went to, I was looking at reviews.
Frankly, this got me nothing other than the knowledge that self confessed 'tramps' wore them with micro mini skirts and men purchased them for wives for the bedroom.

I then moved on to the place I purchased my eight strap suspender belt. While looking at delivery charges, I saw something that puzzled me ...

... when, oh when, did it start that stockings were sent through the post in discreet packaging?

Such a shame that they have become a 'discreet packaged' item when purchased in some places online.

I won't be buying online I don't think, though trying to find them in department stores is also becoming difficult.


And two vintage suspender belts I own.
I don't wear them as they're for a 22" waist or something similarly teeny tiny.

Do you wear stockings?
Wear do you buy yours?