2 March
It seems I
made a bit of a cock up yesterday; well, not cock-up as such but a DSA attack
really. This was in miss reading the comment about at Joe Louis. He wasn't born
in 1949, he retired in 1949. Some mistake eh? I also thought that Jan would claim
gold crest and tree creeper at Coombe yesterday, well, she didn't. She didn't
see much of anything really. Oh yes - DSA = Dyslexia Strikes Again!
That NetFlix
thing is pretty good. We've only used it for around a week and we've watched
around 15 films so far. Most of them are what SciFi Channel puts our or Channel
five tends to show on weekend afternoon. Those of us of a certain age would
probably remember them as the B support film for the main title film at the
cinema. Today for instance we've just watched Close Encounters, one of my all time favourite films.
But I've been
wondering ... the part of Close Encounters
I like best is the music sequence where the 'puter learns to speak Grayling.
The theme was written by John Williams, you can hardly not get that from
listening to it can you? Here's what I have been thinking though ... just how
much does a film rely on its music to instil atmosphere and drama? think about the Parry Hotters, the Jurassic Parks, Star Wars
and oh so many more. Would they have been such big box office hits if the music
was poor. I remember another film that I saw ages ago which that was rather
poor really. Two youngsters out in the mid west killing and robbing, Martin
Sheen was in it I think. But what I remember most was the theme music, not the
film. See what I mean ... ... ...
And so for a
photo ...
Town Crier bar in Coventry.
Today's funny
...
In the Pub the other day I was telling
that old joke about what you do if you see an epileptic having a fit in the
bath.
Answer; throw in your washing.
We were having a laugh about this, when this big bloke tapped me on the shoulder and said "I don't find that very funny. My brother was an epileptic and he died in the bath during one of his fits."
I said "Sorry mate. Did he drown?"
"No," he said, "he choked on a sock."
Answer; throw in your washing.
We were having a laugh about this, when this big bloke tapped me on the shoulder and said "I don't find that very funny. My brother was an epileptic and he died in the bath during one of his fits."
I said "Sorry mate. Did he drown?"
"No," he said, "he choked on a sock."
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