This has just been sold for £9,375, and was worn by Marc Bolan in the 'Born to Boogie' film.
Caught these two documentaries at the weekend, and enjoyed both of them, although l did think both could have done with being a bit shorter.
Bloody hell, if l thought Dinner for Schmucks was bad, this film made it look like Lawrence of Arabia. Leslie Nielsen did some crap films in his time, but this one takes the biscuit. The version l saw was called 'Big Fat Important Movie', but it was also released as 'An American Carol'. They should have called it something else such as 'A Big Fat American Waste Of Time'. I didn't even make the half hour mark without wanting to boot the TV in. How on earth do these films get made? Can't anyone tell they are not funny? How can l get back the precious time l have wasted watching this shit? Answers on a postcard please (usual address).
I am sure l have posted this kind of stuff before, but space and the planets, they are big....very big. People always think we are so important, we have souls, we are special, created by God or whatever, but in the great scheme of things, we are all insignificant in the vastness of time and space. Here are the sizes of the planets in relation to one another. As l said, space...it's big (l would argue infinite).
This is a Church in Scarborough that has been modernised and is presently for sale. It looks pretty impressive, but l am not sure l would want to be staring at the plate glass window in the top photograph every day. Is that sort of filth allowed in a Church?
I don't know who took the photos, but as they say, only in America.....
Even more Majorca stuff. Two daughters, one a hard faced capitalist (Vera) and Nadezhda, the narrator of the story (and a bit of a hippie), try to deal with their ageing father, who has decided to marry a young woman (Valentina) with outrageous (like twin warheads) breasts. Throw in some history about war, tractors, and the Ukraine (it's better than it sounds) and it turned out to be a lot more readable than l was expecting.
Still with the Majorca stuff, this is a book that gets some bad publicity, and with good reason. It's protagonist, Holden Caulfield, is one winging spoilt (yet intelligent) kid who is on a downward spiral and who whines about everything, especially the people and things he deems to be ''phony'. After being expelled from school, he returns to New York, stays in a hotel, and gets in trouble. He visits his family home to see Phoebe (his younger sister) and wants to preserve her innocence (he worships and admires her, as she does with him). He eventually realises he cannot save children from running through the rye and falling off a cliff, (the catcher in the rye bit). This is through mishearing Robert Burns' Comin' Through the Rye . Holden realises he is sick and ends up in some kind of institute, although he states that he is to start school again. This was a lot better when l read it as a teenager, and l can see why someone disturbed such as Mark Chapman (who shot John Lennon) could take it at face value and act disproportionally, but reading it as an older person, you just want to slap him (Holdon). OK, l know he is ill and all that, but still....O, Jenny's a' weet,[A] poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry:
She draigl't[B] a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!
Chorus:
Comin thro' the rye, poor body,
Comin thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!
Gin[C] a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
(chorus)
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need the warl'[D] ken?[E]
(chorus)
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the grain;
Gin a body kiss a body,
The thing's a body's ain.
(chorus)
Ev'ry Lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, have I,
Yet all the lads they smile on me,
When comin' thro' the rye.
More Majorca stuff. I have obviously known about this book for years but had never got around to reading it, but it was pretty good. a bit clichéd with the names (Bernard Marxs, Polly Trotsky etc), and also a bit stilted, but l enjoyed it. A tale of the future when everything is regulated and in order, people are preconditioned for certain roles and sorted by caste, and soma is taken for enjoyment. However Bernard is dissatisfied with this and visits the Malpais in the Savage Reservation, from where he brings back John. It does not end happily.
One of the books l read while l was in Majorca (in between the hard work). I like Fyodor Dostoevsky's tales and at least this one was short. The main character, sees a double of himself and very quickly loses his sanity. Lots of unpredictable actions, free association gibberish and rambling from 'the hero of the story', until he is finally carted away. Similar to work by Nikolai Gogol, especially The Nose, which l thought was great when l read it about 20 years ago (in fact l remember starting to read it on a bus into Northallerton). I still wish the Russian names were a bit shorter though. Next up for holiday reading,The Idiot and The Brothers Karamazov.They should keep me busy and out of mischief.
