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This was Roger’s car in The Saint TV series, a ’62 Volvo P1800.
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Here, This Will Make You Sad!
If there is a better film about adult relationships than this one, I don’t want to know it. Brief Encounter is perfect for me as it is.
If Leslie Howard had been alive I suppose he would have been given the lead opposite Celia Johnson, and been ever so wrong for the part. Trevor Howard played the role deftly, allowing the sublime and subtle Celia to carry every scene. She is utterly convincing as a conflicted, middle-aged married mother who has fallen deeply in love, possibly for the first time in her life.
Now that I’m embedding this complete copy of the film that somebody has made available, and my site is once again being indexed by Google, I suppose this video will soon disappear. So if you’ve never seen it, watch now before it disappears.
Off the Rails Comedy
Ever hear of Big Train? If not, here’s a Big Train sketch, coincidentally about a big train, featuring Simon Pegg.
If you liked that one, this playlist has 25 more examples of the same sort of uniquely British nonsense.
One After 9/09
Note to my twinster Jean.
Blog @ 33⅓
Today is this blog’s 15th anniversary. This month is also the 50th anniversary of starting my high school job. 50/15=3.33 — a third of what I consider my adult life or, by shifting the decimal point, the speed of a rotating LP, which seems fitting. My job was in this building, which was originally a W.T. Grants store.
For $1.60/hour, I washed dishes at the Bradford House restaurant, at the far end of the store, where the white posts are. I worked very, very hard, and how well I remember the logo and pattern that’s on these cups and saucers.
My junior year of high school I worked up to 25 hours/week washing dishes. Note the restaurant’s hours on this old ad.
Finishing a 5-10 PM shift on Fridays, there were many Saturdays I returned to work at 8 AM and worked fourteen hours. I’m sure it wasn’t legal for a 16-year-old kid to work a 14-hour day, but I was desperate for the money.
At end of my junior year, a kid who worked part-time as a cook graduated. He left for Canada, where he could be certain of avoiding the draft by attending McGill University. I was given his job, along with a raise to… wait for it… $1.85/hour. The 14-hour Saturdays ended, and from the start of that summer, through the start of the following summer, I filled the plates at the restaurant, rather than wash them.
Being a short-order cook was challenging, but it was a lot of fun, and I held similar jobs in college. After high school graduation, I quit the Bradford House when I heard about a summer job working for the town’s school system for $3/hour. The exact same pay I would earn four years later at the radio station.
France’s Britney
Where’s Alizée today? She’s at St. Andrews in Scotland, where her husband is playing golf.
Wait. Alizée isn’t a screwed-up mess like her contemporary, Britney Spears? How can that be? She was so provocative!
Alizée must have been exploited and turned to drugs to cope with the madness. What? That didn’t happen? She got married, became a mom, and makes money with product endorsements!
The thing that seems to be screwed-up are France’s un-American liberal values, that allowed Alizée to be so well-adjusted!
