In looking it up, I was astounded to find that Sid James, (who pretty much looked just like this at the time) the male lead in the film (if there in fact can be one in this ensemble cast comedy) was actually on the eve of commencing an affair (or "tappin' that") with Barbara Windsor, the effervescent coquette usually found in a state of denouement as illustrated in the YouTube clip below:
Barbara was married to a gangster, Ronnie Knight, at the time, a real badass- who after a while had had enough and buried an axe in Sid's floor. Way to send a message, Ronnie!
Ronnie and Babs
The question is: What was her motivation? Did her undercarriage crave hidden smoky aged baccala? Was she losing her sight, as well as sense of touch? Was Ronnie refusing to bury his axe in her floor, if you catch my drift?
Or are the British just sometimes insane, (let's face it - we Americans are) like the time Ian Fleming claimed Sid was his #1 choice to play James Bond: "The screen test, included as an extra on the forthcoming DVD box-set of Bless This House, shows James brandishing a Walther PPK as he confronts the film's villain at the movie's climax. Apparently due to budgetary constraints, the other characters in the scene are played by James's regular Carry On co-stars. Barbara Windsor is Honey Ryder, a role that would eventually be taken by Ursula Andress. Kenneth Williams cameos as M, while Charles Hawtrey brings a silky menace to the character of Dr No."
So, uh, since I don't know where to go with this, go watch Carry On Camping, and revel in it's idiocy while reminding yourself it was the highest grossing film in the UK that year.
I will leave you with the Smiths album cover that infuriated Morrisey and Marr, but features Charles Hawtrey, who played Mr Muggins:
ooh! OOH! but now I don't want to stop, because I have a theory that J.K. Rowling saw this film as a youth, and got the name "Harry Potter" and the word "Muggle" from a scene in it where Mr. Muggins insinuates himself into the Potters tent and the introductions Go something like: "I'm Harriet Potter and this is my husband Peter" "Pleased to meet you I'm Mr. Muggins" combining that with the fact that Hawtrey ( a raging drunk in real life, by the way) is Harry Potter-esque in his appearance. Burned into her unconscious as a Dickensian situational semantic tool, no? If it happened.
So now I'll close with: J.K. baby! Get in touch and confirm/deny! Yeah!
How to describe Eggs a' la Moe? Perfection. Cooked only on one side, but covered for the second half of the cooking process, so that the yolk is still liquidy but all outer membranes and protein are fully cooked. Tenderly treated like a woman's love. Tenuously hanging onto that perfection, not telling the same joke over and over or attending the same activity too many times as to overcook the relationship....er, I mean eggs. Oh beautiful eggs, don't disappoint me. Then bitten into. (ho HO!!)
The idea behind it is their nearly symmetrical beauty, and untrammeled color (from not being flipped). However, if you are in the mood, you can "dirty 'em up" with red pepper flakes, cracked black pepper and dried herbs. Go ahead- you might find those eggs actually encourage you., quivering there, bulbous and glistening. Saying, "That's right! Yeah! Do it!" In fact egging YOU on.........
The image below is, a wallpaper (with some ultra-artistic f-ing around- yeah, that's right, I could improve your personal-corporate-product image...... in fact you wish I would) as is the case so often here at the GlyphJockey blog.
When I first saw this in the film "Don't Knock the Rock" my eyeballs almost fell outta my head.
Years later, I got to meet a couple of the remaining Treniers at Resorts International, in the hole known as A.C. Nice guys. seemed a little embarassed about this performance, though - perhaps it was because they had become so lounge and mature.
We did not poon upon departing, by the way........
I'm working on a concept piece using "Three Quarter Covers" comics (comics remaindered but given credit for by returning the title area or the top quarter of the cover to the distributor) called Sequitur, using largely non-verbal panels to form a concept stream.
Don't yew judge me! Don't judge me!
The picture immediately below is a link to SEQUITUR BUT That's not all!!!
I found a couple of other oddities while collecting the images for Sequitur:
Happy Birthday, M.K. my M.B. In your honor, here's a tribute to something you hipped me to:
The Life of Riley starring William Bendix:
You, falling asleep to it in your room night after night, me, wondering about its staying power. I was too young to grow up with radio, but it was easy to see this was expert writing suited to the medium. "What a revoltin' development!" became part of the phraseology around here, and Digger O'Dell one of the ghosts that haunted our senses of humor.
But William Bendix wasn't good as Riley because he got lucky. He had a prodigious career, and if you never experience him in anything else, see him in Lifeboat if you haven't yet. It was post-Riley that I reexperienced his performance for the brilliance that it was.
This picture links to archive.org's complete listing of episodes in .mp3 format
This picture below is a link to 174 streaming episodes of the Life of Riley. He's bound to do a couple of his meat commercials in there somewhere.
In the clip shown Vic taste tests Fruit Drinks for Morrissey the Consumer Monkey.
Vic Reeves' Big Night Out was popular enough in the early 90's to get 2 seasons out of Channel 4. It was The Tonight Show DNA mixed with Pee wee's Playhouse DNA all with a frustrated rock star undercurrent.
Reeves and Mortimer, the team who did the Randall and Hopkirk(deceased)remake series presented on BBC America last year, originally did Big Night Out as a stage show.
Vic, whose real name is Jim Moir, was actually friends with Morrissey at the time and sang on his cover of the Jam's That's Entertainment.
Vic Reeves' Big Night Out on BBC in the 90's was like the misbegotten spawn of The Tonight Show and Pee Wee's playhouse. Really funny - and it rocked. Just like this can't-get-it-in-USA disc.
There's too much to say here, but I think the jackhammer on "Oh, Mr. Songwriter" (Vic's theme) sums it up.
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