Jimmy M and The Descendants.

George Clooney.

I'm going to have a little go at my friend Jim today. He writes a terrific blog about the movie business which is linked on this page to the right there and it's one of the top 50 movie blogs – can you see it there to the right of George Clooney's picture Jim Makichuk's Film Project? – give it a try.
I'm sure that he will post an answer to this; he said in one of his posts on the blog '. . . The Descendants is a Hallmark TV movie, a nice movie, even admirable, but not a feature movie, more like a TV movie. Only difference is a few curse words.'
For the sake of people who don't live in America, the phrase Hallmark TV movie refers to the Hallmark Movie Channel, sister to the Hallmark Channel, which shows family friendly movies. It is owned by the same people who own Hallmark Cards who are headquartered in Kansas City Missouri.
Not the kind of channel that would show The Sopranos, The Wire or The Singing Detective or the kind of channel that would interest me.
Family friendly movies? That's not The Descendants – if The Descendants could be compared to anything it might be to an Anton Chekhov play.
The Descendants has a multilayered script admirably performed by an excellent cast and both the script and George Clooney, who plays the leading role, deserve Oscars. They probably won't get them as Clooney already has an Oscar and – well you never know – Alexander Payne and his co-writers might get it for adapted screenplay.
But I know what Jim means; I remember seeing a movie called City Hall which was directed by Harold Becker and starred Al Pacino. Pacino played the Mayor of New York City and it was about the accidental shooting of a boy and the investigation into it thereafter. I remember sitting and watching it, thinking that I could have sat at home and watched episodes of Law and Order as it was a run of the mill cop script.
The thing about The Descendants is that it is too complicated for television; it's something you have to sit down in the dark with strangers to watch; not have it pumped out of the TV with all the distractions of your living room.
Clooney gives a terrific nuanced performance; he has been criticised by “Mister Anonymous” in the blogesphere and by people who don't understand what acting is all about. One of them said that when he was given a particular piece of bad news in the movie he did nothing. Nothing?? What did they expect him to do; if you looked at his face you could see what was going on internally.
You see he can never get passed the fact that he is a movie star and good looking and people who don't know seem to think that those things don't go together.
Years ago when he was in ER I thought he was awful; he would play every scene with his head down and look up at people but something happened when he went into movies. He met directors who told him things, gave him direction and not only did he learn from that as an actor he learned to direct too.
He directed some really good movies: Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Good Night and Good Luck, Leatherheads and The Ides of March – okay we'll sweep over Leatherheads but the others are good. He has also produced some 27 titles so he is an asset to the film business.
The Descendants will not appeal to people who prefer blockbusters or movies with special effects and computer-generated images but there is certainly room for it in the scheme of things; we can't give in totally to the 15 year olds.
As a footnote: I mentioned Harold Becker earlier as the director of City Hall. Well I was in his first full length feature film The Ragman's Daughter.
A couple of years ago, in Los Angeles, my wife went to a yard sale at a large house in the Hollywood Hills – where we lived. The house was, maybe, half a mile from us, and when she got there she saw a poster for The Ragman's Daughter and said “My husband was in that” and woman of the house said “My husband directed it.”
They were moving and all their stuff was in the front yard for sale.
The woman told my wife to tell me to come up to the house which I did.
When I got there, the poster was still in the yard and Harold Becker came out to see me.
The last time I had seen him was in 1971 but he looked kind of familiar and when we shook hands he said 'a familiar face.'
We'd been living close by for all those years. He knew what people who were in The Ragman's Daughter were doing which I thought was impressive and I see that at the age of 83 he is to direct another movie – certainly built of the right stuff.
By the way I didn't buy the poster.

Harold Becker.

George VI and school days.

King George VI

There was a kid in my class at school called Raymond Simmons, and one day he took the day off. He wasn't playing truant – playing the wag, we called it – as playing the wag is when your parents send you to school but you don't go – you do something else.

I only ever did that once – I went around to Alan Chance's house and we smoked cigarettes and played rock 'n' roll records. Proper rock 'n' roll records by Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis - maybe even Larry Williams.

On the day that Raymond Simmons played the wag, I asked if I could go to the lavatory and, when I went into the playground on my way to the boys lavatories, I saw him; he was putting a stick down a drain and wiggling it about.

I asked him what he was doing out there and he told me that he wasn't at school that day and not to tell the teacher that I'd seen him. His mother had kept him away, pretending he was ill; I went off for my pee and when I returned he was sitting on the steps.

'The King is dead” he said as a matter of fact.

“How do you know?”

“My mom told me; it was on the wireless.”

I went back into the classroom with this heavy piece of knowledge resting in my head. If I told the teacher she would have asked how I knew and I would have had to say that Raymond Simmons told me and then he would be in trouble; or his mother would be so I stayed quiet.

I knew that Princess Elizabeth would now be Queen and I salivated in this cognition knowing that for the time being I knew something important that nobody else in the class room did.

I was comfortable with my secret knowing full well that it was big news which would burst forth into general knowledge fairly soon and then into history.

I would have thought that someone, maybe the headmistress, would have come in and tell our teacher, but no; not a word was mentioned.

When we broke up and went out to lunch I told one or two of the other kids and Carol Ecclestone said “that means Princess Elizabeth will be Queen.”

“No she won't” said another “Princess Margaret will be.”

That was 60 years ago today; and it seems like – 60 years ago!!!!

That was the end of King George VI, who was in the news all last year as he was the subject of the film The King's Speech. His first name wasn't George at all. He was named after his grandfather, Prince Albert who was Queen Victoria's husband and known as Bertie, which is short for Albert.

However Prince Albert was German, and as Bertie came to the throne in 1936 when relations with Germany were at their lowest, he chose his second name to use as his title.

His birthday was on December 14^th – the same day as mine. They would commemorate it on the radio (the wireless in those days) every year and I think they would sing or play 'happy birthday' - and I would think it was for me.

I wasn't there for the first few birthdays, and in any case at that age, I wouldn't have heard it as I was a baby, but 1951 was the last time they played 'happy birthday' on my birthday; these days my children call and sing it to me.

Thought you'd like to know all that!

Nicol Williamson

Nicol Williamson.

One of the greatest actors of his generation – any generation – died just before Christmas and nobody knew until the last few days. His family announced his death last week and he was Nicol Williamson.

He died in Amsterdam, where he lived, around December 16^th.

There were rumours that he was difficult to work with, but none of these have been confirmed by the people he worked with – either directors or fellow actors.

There were a few instances which I'm sure have been blown up out of all proportion; one night whilst playing Hamlet something came over him so he turned, threw his dagger at the back wall of the stage and walked off. Then he came back on stage and apologised to the audience.

There was a tale that he walked off during his one man show about John Barrymore – I think he came to the stage before the show and told the audience he couldn't do it that night and he slapped someone across the arse during a curtain call once.

Because of these instances he was considered difficult – it's not as if he shagged a sheep!!!!

Someone was at one of the performances of the John Barrymore play, and at the end of the interval, he saw Nicol Williamson walk in to the theatre through one of the audience doors and walk casually towards the stage, notice the audience, get on to the stage and go straight into the second act; he said it was very impressive.

Nicol Williamson attended Central Grammar School in Birmingham and also went to the same drama school as I did there; I don't know why he went there, maybe for the same reason I did. It was the only drama school I'd heard of apart from RADA and I wasn't going all the way to London just for an audition.

Once in a while the Principal of the school, Pamela Chapman, would mention him but would call him THE Nicol Williamson. She didn't mention that he was expelled or the reason for it.

I never saw him on stage but I saw him perform on TV and in movies; I saw his Hamlet which was Ballsy, Blokey and heroic – he wasn't as vulnerable as other Hamlets of the day.

I also saw him play The Resistable Rise of Arturo Ui on TV, which was spectacular, and I saw him play Richard Nixon from the transcripts of the 'secret' recordings where he would say expletive deleted each time he came to a curse word.

His performance in The Bofors Gun, on film, was frightening.

This might have been the reason I didn't approach him at Heathrow Airport when I saw him there one day.

Goodbye Nicol Williamson may you rest in peace.

Big Lebowski fashion in Dublin.

Jeff Bridges as the 'dude' and John Goodman in The Big Lebowski.

Still from Pyjama Girls.

If you know me, and you knew me well, you would know that one of my pet hates is the wearing of slippers – I don't like to wear them I think they're unhygienic and they are unsightly.

I had to buy a pair once when I went in to hospital. It was the only time, so far, that I have been an inpatient and I found the wearing of slippers tiresome.

The same slippers went on every day next to the skin and some of those other patients' feet stunk. I don't know about mine, at the time, but they have never stunk nor stank or even ponged.

I was in hospital for two weeks and the only thing they did to me was to remove a ganglion from my wrist but as it was an air force hospital at RAF Cosford in Shropshire, the hospital had to take a certain amount of people in from the surrounding area; and as I was one of those. I suppose they kept me in all that time to justify their existence.

At the time I had worked in 13 episodes of Crossroads, a daily evening soap opera which everybody seemed to watch, and I was in a commercial for Guinness which was shown a few times every evening; so I was kind of recognisable from those two things. When one of the officers came and introduced himself to me he said “Ah an actor. We have a jockey in the bums and gums!”

What an actor and a jockey have in common is beyond me.

Of course I said “Bums and Gums?”

“Yes” he said “in the next ward: haemorrhoids and wisdom teeth.”

In those days we had a butcher who would come around in his van and we would buy meat from our door which meant that people would come out, into the street, wearing their slippers – apart from me.

I would always wear street shoes around the house and I still do. If I have been out in the rain with wellington boots, or I am wearing muddy boots I take them off, of course, and if I am sitting watching television I might slip my shoes off.

I just don't think slippers should be worn outside of the bedroom, never mind the rest of the house, and it is a terrible way to greet visitors.

The wearing of slippers in the street spread further to the corner shop and soon people got onto buses wearing them and went to wherever they were going wearing them.

Now it seems, in Dublin, the wearing of pyjamas by teenage girls is quite a fashion in the inner city, and has been since just after the turn of this century. Someone made a movie about it last year, a documentary, which was shown at a New York film festival in October.

The idea of the wearing of pyjamas came from the fact that the girls live in blocks of flats. They consider it normal to go from door to door in the building, still wearing their night wear, and that extended to getting on the bus, as with the slippers, and then going into wherever they were going when they got off at the other end – mostly the dole office apparently.

Pyjama wearing is now banned from schools and dole offices, it provokes furious radio debates and online rants in Dublin.

I remember years ago my wife bought a pair of calico pyjamas for me; she thought I might take to wearing them but that is something else I have never used – just a pair of shorts. So I took to wearing those pyjamas around the house – my daughter eventually took them and she wore them to go out.

But this is nothing new to the fans of The Big Lebowski – the dude always wore them and there he is above with John Goodman.

I used to take breakfast at Hugo's in West Hollywood which was also frequented by movies stars and actors and Jeff Goldblum would come in for his breakfast wearing what looked like a pair of underpants, a singlet and wearing a pair of flip flops.

He would say hello, smile but he was wearing underpants and a vest!!!!!

Oh by the way – I hate I hate flip flops too.

Actor or actress; that is the question!

Brian Croucher.

There he is, above; my old mate Brian Croucher. I have known him for more years than either of us care to remember. We kind of met when we were both in the soap opera Crossroads. When I say 'kind of met' I remember him sitting across from me in the green room, chatting away to someone else, whilst I was being warned that I was sitting in the star of the show's seat; it was her day off.

Well it's Brian's birthday today (Jan 23) and as he reads this blog on a regular basis I am wishing him many happy returns. I won't say how old he is as the IMDb will lap it up and put it there with everyone else's.

As well as Crossroads, Brian has been in many TV productions such as the cult sci-fi classic Blake's 7 where he wore an eye patch. He was also in Eastenders for a couple of years and at the Royal Court Theatre.

Unlike me, Brian doesn't like the Academy Awards – the Oscars – I seem to remember. I knew an actor in Los Angeles, Bruce French, who would drive out to Santa Monica on the day of the Oscars, cutting himself off from reality, where he would read a book till it was all over. It starts quite early on TV at 5:00 pm.

I think I mentioned before that the one thing I will miss is the awards season; everybody going to Oscar parties, buying pizza and beer from rock'n'roll Ralphs and inviting friends around or just sitting there with your loved ones, giving your whole day to the Academy Awards. The pre show starts earlier in the day, and then there are the after shows live from the big parties; a bit like FA Cup Final day in Britain – or what it used to be like.

Last week they held The Golden Globe Awards in Hollywood; compared again by Ricky Gervaise. The Golden Globes is one of the biggest and best parties held in Hollywood but people in the business don't take the actual awards too seriously; some of their awards over the years have been laughable.

The Golden Globes is produced by the Hollywood Foreign Press; these are people from local newspapers all over the world who live in Los Angeles; there's one from the Standard in London who lived in the same building as us when we lived in Hollywood. I have been to some of their screenings but there are very few of them and these few people are the ones who vote for the winners in The Golden Globes.

The rest of the world don't know this; they know that the winners of the other awards – Oscars, BAFTAs etc – are voted for by many members of the profession.

As you may know Meryl Streep won best actress for a dramatic role – okay okay I've gone on about her enough – and Michelle Williams won for best actress in a musical or comedy.

When the Oscar nominations are announced soon they will both be in the same category and also when the British Oscars, the BAFTAs are announced, that too will just be best actress. But in a couple of months there will be the SAG awards where they will be nominated, if they are nominated, as best female actor in a leading role.

Best female actor in a leading role!!!!

Now what is the matter with the word actress? It has always been used so why change it? I don't think it has anything to do with women's rights and equality – it's just a word.

I don't know anybody who thinks that women are inferior to men or that both men and women should be paid different rates of pay for doing the same job. I don't think the people who actually pay the different rates believe in it either, they just take advantage of it! I know there are people who think the male is the superior but you know what – they are men!

The Guardian has stopped the use of the word actress in their obituaries? When the actress Dulcie Gray died recently, she was very famous in Britain and was 92, The Guardian put her description as the 'actor' Dulcie Gray.

The French would have called her an actrice, the Spanish an actriz, the Italians an attrice and the Germans a Schauspielerin as opposed to a Schauspieler - I think if I were a German actress I might be a bit put out at being called a Schauspielerin but you know what I mean!

We are all actors, male and female, because we act. Actress is not like being called a poetess or an authoress; if that were the case it would be actoress.

Isn't it about time we, and The Guardian climbed down from our use of political correctness, which ties people's tongues and speech flow; it's like speaking a foreign language.

I thought that when The Guardian described Dame Wendy Hiller, in 2003, as the actor Dame Wendy Hiller they would have 'copped on.'

So there we are – happy birthday Brian; it's my brother's birthday tomorrow so – happy birthday, Pat.

Meryl Streep, Margaret Thatcher - the last word.

The Young Margaret Thatcher.

I know I have been unfair to Meryl Streep and she doesn't like it; she wrote and told me so; she said I have 'rained on her parade' – I jest of course. She will go from success to success and win loads of plaudits no matter what I say; or not.

Not many people have disagreed with me - in fact nobody has; there may be some of you who do disagree but have better things to do than to write to me about it; and I don't blame you.

My big problem with the fact that Meryl Streep is playing Margaret Thatcher is a class thing; there is something rotten in the state of Denmark and in this case 'Denmark' being Britain. The rottenness being that very same class system that we all know and love. It makes drama, comedy, literature and lots of other type of plots and stories (if there are any), interesting.

The late Janet Brown as Margaret Thatcher.

The biggest thing that stood in the way of Margaret Thatcher, being the first British woman Prime Minister in Britain, wasn't the fact that she was a women, but that she was from the lower middle classes; that strange accent she spoke, with the strange vowels and Churchillian cadences was the first false thing about her and that's what the upper classes would hate.

This accent and voice, to Meryl Streep, probably sounds posh. Probably sounds as posh as the Queen when it really is below 'RP' (Received Pronunciation); RP is how the newscasters used to sound on the BBC – in other words posh. The way Laurence Olivier sounded, Rex Harrison, David Niven and all the other posh actors – not quite upper class but posh.

I say 'used to sound' as most of the newscasters these days are Celts; it's less offensive and grating to the general ear than the old style. So now they sound like Richard Burton or Sean Connery – without the lisp.

Also when you call the BBC these days, in London, the phone is answered by a phone bank in the north of England with an accent from up there and they say 'BBC Switchbard' instead of 'BBC Switchboard.'

There's nothing wrong with the accent, in fact I love the Geordie accent, but not to answer the phone for the BBC!!! Pulleeaase!!!

Lindsay Duncan as Margaret Thatcher

Now I don't think the subtlety in the accents and the difference between one and the other would mean anything to Meryl Streep, and whilst the majority of the people who view the film wouldn't know either, it is still a relevant plot trigger to the Thatcher ascendency.

The men in grey suits, who run Britain, must have been appalled when Thatcher suddenly came on the scene, but they saw in her someone that could do the things they wanted;: get rid of the unions, bring the Chicago school of economics to Britain via Keith Joseph, who also worshipped Milton Friedman, who lead it with his cronies, work wonders for the stock market – just as they said about Hitler - and invent the poll tax.

Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher.

So from what I have heard about the film it isn't about class at all; it's a typical rags to riches, against all odds, Hollywood type of movie and Thatcher wasn't really that kind of hero - if a hero at all.

And I think there is a film to be made about her and how she was used, abused and dropped.

Believe me I am not a fan of hers and I never voted for her but I will have to see the film one of the days as I have said enough about it – and her.

And that's my last word on the subject and here's my favourite interpretation:

Spitting Image's Margaret Thatcher.

My week with Marilyn and my opinions!!

I'm going to talk about acting again so switch off if this is not your bag. However, I am on line as a Hollywood actor and novice novelist; the two things that everybody thinks they are experts at because they watch films and read books.

I don't live in Hollywood any more but I can still write as a Hollywood actor can't I; can't I?

There are a lot of actors who choose a voice and then go for it and some people think that's good. At the risk of being told I am going on about her too much, Meryl Streep is such and so are Michael Sheen and Daniel Day Lewis.

The difference between the latter two is that DDL uses a voice he has heard somewhere, like the John Huston voice he used in There Will be Blood whereas when Michael Sheen plays someone he uses what he thinks is their voice – like David Frost and Brian Clough.

He also played Kenneth Williams where the voice, even though I only saw clips of it, wasn't as good as all the impressions people of my age had become used to over the years – and being bored by it I have to say. Bit like hearing another impression of Frank Spencer!!!!

Some of the great recent performances of real people, in my humble opinion, have been by Trevor Eve as Hughie Green in Hughie Green, Most Sincerely, Ken Stott who played Tony Hancock in Hancock and Joan and Jason Isaacs who played Harry H Corbet in the Steptoe & Son bio film The Curse of Steptoe all on BBC TV.

You see the difference between the first three and the second three is that the first three are impressions and the latter are from the soul.

When Geoffrey Rush played Peter Sellers in The Life and Death of Peter Sellers, he looked nothing like him, sounded nothing like him but he played Peter Sellers brilliantly.
When Michael Sheen played Brian Clough he did the Mike Yarwood version and made Clough in to a clown – which he wasn't – but it worked for me and was very funny; but it wasn't acting. He is playing Hamlet at The Young Vic at the moment and is getting great reviews so what do I know?

Anyway I need to get back to the point whatever that is – and by the way Mike Yarwood was a famous impressionist in the 1970s – a bit like the Canadian, Rich Little.

All of the above, apart from Daniel Day Lewis, played real people in those roles and it has been argued that their performances were little more than impressions

I saw the movie My Week with Marilyn recently and I thought it was wonderful; I thought the girl, Michelle Williams, played a really good Marilyn without doing any kind of impression at all; there was a moment when she was out with the protagonist at Windsor Castle, and she was being herself when they suddenly bumped in to the workers of the castle and she 'turned' Marilyn on; the character Marilyn off stage became the public figure.
The protagonist in the film is supposed to be the son of the famous historian Sir Kenneth Clarke who was famous for his massive TV series Civilisation in the 1960s – 1970s.

Also in the movie is Kenneth Branagh playing Laurence Olivier.

Now Laurence Olivier is one of the two actors who influenced more actors in the twentieth century than anybody; the other actor being Marlon Brando. Brando influenced the Americans and Olivier the English.

Sometimes the English actors who hated Olivier would worship Brando and vice versa with the Americans.

They had opposite styles: Olivier would go from the outside in and Brando from the inside out. In other words Olivier would think how the character would walk, move, maybe give him a false nose and voice and think of what accent he may have whereas Brando would look for the soul of the character and let the other things come along naturally. Olivier probably used more false noses than anybody during his career but there were one or two characters that Brando played .on film where you couldn't recognise him at all – Tea House of the August Moon being one of them; and for the record I understood every word he said on film unlike a lot of the English who said he 'mumbled' too much.
I wasn't sure what to expect from Kenneth Branagh but I was presently surprised. He has, kind of, modelled his career on Olivier; they both directed and played on film Henry V and Hamlet.
Henry V, by Olivier, has the greatest action sequences in any film which influenced Branagh's Henry V and lots of 'horse' films including a very famous non-horse film Zulu.

So how did he play Olivier?

Very well I have to say; very funny in a subtle way with the right amount of pastiche. Laurence Oliver is reputedly to have said to Marilyn Monroe when giving her direction in The Prince and the Showgirl 'be sexy' – Kenneth Branagh played it exactly right.

Olivier looked for comedy in everything that he did; very few British actors can play Richard III without hearing his voice at the back of their minds.

When he made public speeches he would pepper his speech with Shakespeare – when he received his honorary Oscar in Hollywood he started it by saying 'Most potent grave and reverend signors . . ' the beginning of a speech by Othello and in the film Kenneth Branagh starts the 'read through' with those lines. He uses lines and speech intonations Olivier would use in Shakespeare and some words like 'dead' (when describing the look in his own eyes in movies compared to Marilyn's) is delivered exactly the same as Olivier said them in Archie Rice.

There are scenes where Olivier is putting make up onto his eyebrows whilst expressing his frustrations about Marilyn always being late, which are hilarious as he looks ridiculous half made up.

The fact is Olivier was ridiculous at this time trying to give a 'method' actress the kind of traditional direction used in the UK at the time – I think he even uses the expression 'can't you just act' which is apocryphally credited to him whilst making a movie with Dustin Hoffman.

Sybil Thorndyke, played by Judi Dench in the movie, said that Marilyn was tiny in personality and mannerisms which people hardly noticed but when you saw the results of the filming everybody could see it.

Olivier seemed to learn from her; his next role, after the movie with Marilyn Monroe, was Archie in Archie Rice; some say his greatest performance. Her next role was in Some Like it Hot – arguably the best comedy movie ever.

An Irish Family Living in Birmingham.

Marlon Brando as Napoleon.

It was strange, as a child, to be living in an Irish community in Birmingham; all our parents' friends were Irish and apart from our little nuclear family (a phrase not invented then) we had no relations; they were in Ireland.

We knew people with strange accents but they were the next door neighbours.

Our Irish community was in Balsall Heath, a kind of inner city neighbourhood, and even though there were a lot of Irish there, I saw post cards in shop windows offering digs, rooms to let and flats with the addendum 'no Irish' – but that was when I could read.

And I learned to read at Clifton Road Primary & Junior School and Dennis Road Secondary Modern Boys School.

We lived in a little cottage in a place called South View Terrace; it probably had a lovely 'south view' of Moseley Road, at one time, but looking south out of the front door we had a view of a factory/offices called Locomotors or Locomotives – they owned the property and it was to them we paid the rent. 8/11 per week which is about 45 pence.

When I started school I found that the other kids spoke differently from me – they spoke with English accents; so I kind of copied the way they spoke. I was quite good at it but a few words remained such as walk which I would pronounce as wark and work which I would say as wurk. And all the equally rhyming words – or wurds!!!

So it was strange – we would go to Dublin three times a year with our English accents and by the time we came back to England we were Irish again.

I would play football in Ireland and they would shout 'pass the ball here, English!' and I would say 'I'm not English, I'm Irish!'

Then when we returned to England I would play football there and they would shout 'pass the ball here, Irish!' and I would say 'I'm not Irish I'm English!'

The school I went to was a Church of England School (Protestant) so I didn't let anybody know that we were Catholics. My mother was always telling me that I shouldn't be ashamed of being a Catholic and even made me take a Saint Christopher Medal which I would hide in my pocket; this was all at the first school, Clifton Road, by the time I got to Dennis Road we didn't care.

In those days there was an examination working class and middle class children took at the age of 10 called the eleven plus; this was for entry into grammar school. At grammar school kids were expected to stay on at school till they were 16; at my school we would leave at the age of 15; factory fodder.

Grammar school kids would take 'O' level GCE, General Certificate of Education, exams and if they stayed on they'd take 'A' levels and 3 of those would probably get them in to University.

At our school we didn't have to take any exams at all which was fine by me as I didn't like school or exams.

When I took the eleven plus I didn't put anything on the exam papers at all; my mother's friend, Mrs Williams, was the supervising teacher and attested to this and my mother was disgusted.

Apparently I just looked through the window.

Now if there was one thing I remember about Clifton Road School it was that the windows were high and you could only see the sky; so maybe I was looking towards the stars even then.

What I discovered was that if I looked out of the window, during regular lessons, I would get a clip around the ear and told to get on with it, but in exams the teachers walked around and supervised.

So when I went Dennis Road School I entered all the external exams for other schools: grammar schools, art schools, technical schools, commercial schools – you name it. The art schools I liked best because I had to paint all day and I loved painting even though I was no good.

I didn't pass any of those exams, of course, and when I left Dennis Road I didn't have any GCEs whatsoever; but I took them much later when they were easier for me. Just the ones I fancied: English Literature, Sociology and an A/O level in film studies which was the hardest.

One day at school I was picked for the Road Safety Knowledge Team; we were put on the stage and pitted against another team and asked questions about the Highway Code; which is a road safety booklet with all the rules about road safety, which drivers in the UK still have to answer questions from to pass their driving test.

The school hall was full – maybe about 500 kids and teachers – and when they asked me a question I got it right but the question master couldn't quite get the meaning of what I was saying so I explained it in a conversational tone, something like 'you know when you cross the street . . . . .?' and as soon as I said this, the whole school erupted in peels of laughter; I saw our teacher, Mr Jones, with his head in his hands laughing.

What I said wasn't particularly funny but something struck a chord with the audience which made them laugh; it was a wonderful feeling to get such a big laugh and it really is the greatest sensation when working in comedy. I was always getting laughs in the classroom so maybe that had something to do with the big laugh I got on that day and maybe it had something to do with me taking up acting; I don't know.

One of the teachers was called Mr Forster and he was the PE teacher and dressed very fashionably; he wore drain pipe trousers, suede shoes and had a very fashionable hair cut – a bit like Marlon Brando when he played Napoleon, and the mothers would wait outside the school, just to get a glimpse of him, as he walked his class across the street for the morning assembly.

'Isn't he lovely?' they would say and he would ignore them. He had a friend in Dennis Road Junior School and I think they were both, really, actors. I have heard his name about the profession and often wondered if he was the same person. The one thing he never did, though, was to cast me in any of the school plays.

In one play I remember one of the boys played two roles and all I did was watch; I knew all the lines of all the characters but was never asked. The boy who played the 2 roles was called Robert Mapp and at one point he was supposed to go off, get changed, then come back on as his other character.

On the night the play went out in front of the audience, he came back wearing the same costume; he said later he hadn't had time to change; and there I was sitting there!!!

That was in the junior school and Forster did a cowboy play, one time, at Dennis Road that I dearly wanted to be in but I'd been chosen to sing at the Town Hall in the choir!!

Mark Rylance in Jerusalem.

For those who don't know or didn't read my post lately The Greatest Actor In the World I discussed who was the best actor in the world, if there ever could be such a person, as it was suggested by some pundits that the best actor in the world was one Mark Rylance who was, and is, starring in the west end in the play Jerusalem by Jez Butterworth.

Well I went to see for myself on Friday evening. The play is sold out till the end of its run in January and the only way to get a really terrible ticket is to turn up at six-o-clock each morning at the theatre and queue till ten-o-clock when the box office opens.

These are the worst seats – I believe the front row, because you can't see further back on the stage than a few feet - some seats where you cannot see all of the stage and my seat; on the upper circle above the action where you have to creak your neck.

If I sat back in my seat all I would see was the ceiling so I had to lean forward and look down. This meant I couldn't sit on my seat without tipping it up and sitting on the edge, or kneeling on the floor and then when I looked down my view was blocked by some lamps that were lighting the stage – but I saw it and enjoyed it and it will be one of those shows and performances that I won't forget; even if only for the stiff neck I have today.

But did I get up at six-o-clock to get to the theatre to queue? Not on your life.

I knew about the queuing and had mulled it over in my mind a few times and I planned to pay good money and book a seat sometime – but I never did.

It so happened I had an appointment in the west end at ten-o-clock and I passed the theatre and saw a small queue. At that moment, a few minutes to ten, the box office wasn't open so I carried on to my appointment. I had to pass the theatre again at ten forty five and thought I might go in to box office, which I did, to ask if there were any of the £10 tickets left and I was told yes – one.

When I saw where it was, I declined and said I'll take my chances for another day and that's when the box office clerk told me that the rest of the run was sold out.

I went out walked about ten yards down the street, turned around, and went back and bought the ticket.

So what was like what was it about and is he the greatest actor in the world?

First of all the title Jerusalem; it is based on the poem by William Blake which was eventually made in to a song or even a hymn. The poem is set out below and most people in England know it as as a song as it's about England – old England and . .. well judge for yourself.

England is surrounded by three Celtic countries and one of its counties, Cornwall, is populated with Celts. Who are Celts? Well we (yes we - I am one and so is my brother and my kiddlewinkles no matter where they were born) are wild, colourful people who believe and like myths and legends. We believe in fairies, giants, Leprechauns, folk lore and love to tell and listen to stories.

The English don't believe in any of this rubbish – but they did at one time. There are just as many myths and legends from England but nobody talks about them any more; the only thing that has survived is Morris Dancing; and there is a Morris Dancer in the play.

The play, Jerusalem, is about a Gypsy who lives in a caravan, which looks a bit like a railway carriage, near a new estate in Wiltshire. The cast have Wiltshire accents and apart from Mark Rylance and possible three others, are teenagers.

The teenagers gather at his caravan where they can score with drugs, booze and party all night.

The local council have been serving him, Billy 'Rooster' Byron, for many years, notices to quit; but he ignores them. He is the kind of man that would pull a steam roller with his teeth or bend an iron bar in his mouth; the kind of thing that was always on TV in Britain at one time.

The play opens with two police constables serving a final notice on him and throughout the action, both comic and serious, there us a growing threat and a feeling of impending doom.

The kids come to him also to listen to his stories as he is the old style Englander with many a tale to tell. One of the tales he tells it that he has very rare Romany blood which he sells to the local hospital for £800 every so many months.

In his youth he was a kind of Evel Knievel jumping buses on his motor bike and one day hit one of the buses which gave him a terrible limp. This is played with such authenticity that I thought it was a real injury.

Also a young girl, aged fifteen, is missing and her father comes to the caravan looking for her.

The set is incredible – there appears to be grass growing, there's dirt where he can bury an ax and behind the caravan is a forest; which looks real.

So is he the best actor in the world? Hard to say but I don't know any better. As I mentioned before it depends on taste, suitability to the role you are playing and lots of other things.

The play lasts three hours and ten minutes which includes two intervals amounting to twenty minutes. There may be ten minutes throughout the whole evening where Mark Rylance is off the stage.

It is a terrific heroic performance and he deserves the plaudits he has received – a Tony on Broadway and the Laurence Olivier Award in London.

I saw him a few years ago in Los Angeles in the Globe Theatre's all male production of William Shakespeare's Measure for Measure where he played the Duke. I think that was one of the best Shakespearean performances I have ever seen but he used some of the tricks he used in that in his performance in Jerusalem – a kind of pause at the end of a line and then dropping a whole sentence – which might become or is already his shtick. It will be interesting to see what he does with Richard III which he is due to do next at Shakespeare's Globe in London.

It will be a new production of Shakespeare's Richard III and he will recreate one of his more startling performances as Olivia in an all-male Twelfth Night. The production had sumptuous period costumes by Jenny Tiramani, handstitched down to the last corset stiffener, which took him half an hour to struggle into every night.

After the performance in Los Angeles, I couldn't find my car in the UCLA car park and wandered around for about fifteen minutes and who should I meet getting into their SUV but Mark Rylance and some of his cast. He had a very gentle hand shake and seemed a very nice fella.

Here is Jerusalem by William Blake:

JERUSALEM (from 'Milton')

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

Dave (the rave) Cameron and the Common Market!

Dave (the rave) Cameron.

Now I have very little time for David Cameron; I think I've intimated this in previous posts. In fact I am way to the left of the Conservative Party and have always believed in the Labour movement and unions and all that – so that about sums me up.

However, I am not sure you can call people like Tony Blair, Gordon Brown or the new Labour Party leader, Ed Miliband, part of the Labour Movement – or The Ed Miller Band as I have started to call him.

The Labour Party is the party of Kier Hardy, Harold Wilson, Aneurin Bevan and the like not a bunch of middle class middle of the road men in suits. But let's face it they wouldn't have been elected if they hadn't have drifted towards the middle to New Labour!

Can you see any difference between Cameron, Blair, Clegg or Miliband (either of them)?

Well it appears there is a slight difference.

In the 1970s Great Britain joined the Common Market which was forced through parliament by the Conservatives led by Thatcher's predecessor, Edward Heath. If I recall correctly the Labour Party were against it but don't bet on it as I may be wrong.

There was a referendum and the UK voted to stay in the Common Market – they have referendums on everything in America, as propositions, so this might sound strange to them and, by the way, it is referendums and not referenda!!

It was the Common Market the people voted for and not the United States of Europe.

Since then little things have crept in; Britain were obliged to convert to a metric system. They had already converted the currency to decimalization in 1971 which was understandable; the old system had 4 farthings to a penny, 12 pennies to a shilling and 20 shillings to the pound. Now we have 100 pennies to the pound as opposed to 240 which is what it used to be. They had ten shilling notes, sixpences, half pennies (pronounced hay'pennies) and half a crowns; that was two shillings and sixpence (2/6d) which is worth 12 and a half pee (pence) these days.

The metric system is something different; miles were supposed to have been converted to kilometres, feet and yards to metres, pounds to kilos and so on. But ask anybody how far they are driving and they will tell you in miles! Ask them how far away their car is parked and they will tell you metres!

On the M25 they tell you the length of the tunnels in yards and give distances in miles. In supermarkets goods are priced in kilos. The temperature is given in Celsius! If it reaches 100 degrees Fahrenheit they use Fahrenheit; go figure!.

Confused?? Of course you must be – this is all to appease The European Community – or The Common Market as the majority of people here call it.

MEPs were elected – Members of European Parliament – Butter Mountains appeared, Sugar Mountains and the rest of it. British Beef was encouraged and the best beef in the world discouraged. People here can only dream of Argentinian beef let alone American.

With the MEPs, Britain now has a mini government in parish councils, borough council or local councils, members of parliament and the aforementioned MEPs – all representing the same neighbourhood.

A few years ago they introduced the Euro to replace all the currencies of Common Market member countries and the Chancellor of the Exchequer at the time, Gordon Brown, decided that Britain didn't need to change its currency and that kind of saved Britain; Tony Blair wanted it to change but he bowed to Brown.

I thought it was a good idea at the time but I was wrong.

If Greece, Ireland or Italy still had their own currencies they could have devalued when things got tough recently which would have made their exports more attractive and boosted their economies.

But they can't do that, can they, because they all have the same currency. They can't devalue the Euro can they – can they????

The countries that use the Euro are called – the Euro-zone or even the Eurozone; a new word!!!!

On the news these days in Britain in every bulletin, which on some stations is every half hour, is the fact that David Cameron vetoed a . . .. what did he veto? Not many people know. They know he vetoed something but I have asked one or two intellectual members of the vagrant train and they don't seem to know. The fact is he vetoed nothing. A veto is when your vote stops the thing going through and as far as I know Dave's vote (they call him Dave here and they also have a TV network called Dave which is rather like the TV Network Spike in America) didn't stop anything. The new treaty in the common market that he thought he was stopping is still going through – as far as I know.

He 'vetoed' because he wanted to protect the interests of Britain; the interests of London more like as it is the financial centre and Germany wants Berlin to have a share, France want Paris.

He also did it to appease the 'back benchers' and Euro-skeptics in his party but if what he did changes things for Britain’s membership maybe he did something right for the wrong reasons.

The populations of the countries in the Common Market have different traditions, different personalities and to have them all living in a uniform way would be wrong to me; and what do I know? Nothing!!

It seems strange that Britain fought a war against Germany – for a few years by themselves – and at one time the Greeks suffered under the Italians and the Germans – even the Bulgarians too, I think. They went through a civil war and junta and now they are under the thumb again. They are broke and in need of help and they are now going begging, cap in hand, to the Common Market dominated by the Germans. It must really stick in their craw.

Greece, a country which had to fight the Germans with their resistance, gave many thousands of words to the English language as opposed to Germany who contributed very few one being schadenfreude!

The Greatest Actor in the World!

Mark Rylance.

Who is the greatest actor in the world? Is that him above?

What would qualify anybody to be the greatest actor in the world? Nothing!

A lot of it would be a matter of taste; there are some actors that other actors think are fooling the public – they can cry on demand, they shout or laugh; they put on funny voices can do accents.

These are extremes of acting - anger and happiness; it's the bits in between that are hard.

What about those actors who are good at accents? That's not good acting. I heard someone say in Los Angeles 'put 2 British actors together and within minutes they are talking about accents.'

It's a misconception but I know what they mean.

To my mind there are 2 kinds of acting – the American way and the British way; when an American actor hears the word 'action' he will speak in the same voice and naturalism that he/she speaks in when off stage/screen.

In Britain the actor seems to choose an accent and do a 'voice.' We've been to drama school where we learn speech, diction, clarity and all the rest of it; and you can see it a mile off; I have been appalled by some of the acting I have seen on television since I've been back.

In Los Angeles, when I watched British Television, I watched the best: Foil's War, Spooks (MI5 in the USA), Downton Abbey and the rest of it then when I got back here I saw the rest!!!

Now who am I to be pontificating about such a thing? I am nobody but I have opinions.

On television in the USA the actor Ed Harris was being interviewed by, I think, Bill Maher and Bill Maher said he, Ed Harris, was the 'best actor on the planet!'

That's okay in itself, but Ed Harris didn't argue with him giving the impression that he believed it.

When that man above, Mark Rylance, was on television here he was asked what he thought about being called the best actor in the world. He said he didn't believe it. Maybe he does and maybe he doesn't.

There are two actors who, over the past 50 or 60 years, have been considered the best: Marlon Brando and Laurence Olivier.

Now there are a lot of people who never liked either of them. The British said they couldn't understand Brando and that he mumbled. Others said that Olivier was all technique but at least you could understand everything he said.

The problem with the pair of them is that they influenced a lot of their countrymen.

I saw lots of plays in Los Angeles and sometimes there were evenings of one act plays; these were obviously showcases where the performers tried to get influential directors and castings directors in to see their work. A lot of the men, you could tell, had been to the gym and wore tee shirts to show their muscles just like Brando in Streetcar.

From about the late forties up to fairly recently English actors couldn't do Richard III without thinking of Laurence Olivier – it's interesting that Mark Rylance is going to play him at The Globe in the new year!!

But more of him later.

So who is the best actor in the world? Is it Al Pacino or Robert de Niro – what about Dustin Hoffman or some of the British? Daniel Day Lewis, Michael Sheene? Bit hard for Dustin Hoffman to play a Clint Eastwood role? And vice versa. And what about the women? The so called actresses?

How can one person be considered the best?

Mark Rylance, it has been said, is the best living performer of Shakespeare; and yet he doesn't believe Shakespeare wrote any of it. He has jumped on the skeptic band wagon and because he truly is a great Shakespeare performer people will believe him. I have seen him and he is great.

He is in a play in the west end called Jerusalem; the title is taken from the English song Jerusalem and the song is sung in the play.

Very respected senior critics who have been reviewing plays for many many years have said that Rylance's performance is the greatest performance that they have ever seen.

That's saying something isn't it?

He has won a Tony on Broadway for it and in the west end the Laurence Olivier Award. He can't win more than that. Maybe the critics are right.

The trouble is it's very hard to get a ticket to see it – I'm trying I really am but it costs a fortune for a bad seat - a seat behind a pole; I'll let you know what I think; if I ever get in.

Is the film director Alan Smithee dead at last?

I remember, years ago, when we had quite a few cats – I've always loved cats – I would put a newspaper at the bottom of the kitty litter tray; I tried to use newspapers with a photo of Margaret Thatcher on so I knew the cats would put it to good use and now – Meryl Streep is playing her and I still can't get over it. . . .

But this post isn't about that – it's about Alan Smithee the film director/DP/actor/writer; he's supposed to be dead!!!

He is actually a fiction.

In the 1950s there was a movie star called Richard Widmark; he was in a film called Death of a Gunfighter and he fired the director – he fired the director!! How could he do that? – because the star is always the boss; well most of the time.

As they were left without a director they got Don Siegal to come and finish the film off which he did and if you know Don Siegal's work you will know he probably made a great job of it.

The DGA, the Directors' Guild of America, had fought for many years to get the director's name on every film but Don thought it wouldn't be fair as they had left a lot of the original director's work in it so he refused the credit.

This meant the DGA had to step in and they had to compromise. So they came up with a fictitious name and the name they settled upon was – Alan Smithee. They tried Al Smith first but figured there might have been a real Al Smith.

There are a few rules you have to obey if you want to get your name taken off a film and they include never talking about it or owning up that you are the real director and things like that.

There was an off the wall very talented director called Tony Kaye who directed some really great commercials; commercials that were better than the ones Ridley Scott directed before he became a film director; and they were good.

When I first went to Hollywood he went there too; I met a girl at a party who gave me her business card as she was his assistant – I thought maybe I'd look him up as he was capable of spectacular work but I never did.

He directed American Citizen X and ran into trouble editing it; if you look at the completed film you will see it has a great look. (He was also the cinematographer). It starred Edward Norton and when Tony Kaye took a lot of time editing the film the geniuses – the producers – the money men – gave Edward Norton the responsibility; can you believe that? I don't know if Norton complained about Tony Kaye or what the full story was but the point is he (Kaye) had the film taken away from him and it was given to a boring actor!

Tony Kaye went to the Directors' Guild and they agreed it would have the Alan Smithee credit; but Tony Kaye didn't want the anonymous Alan Smithee credit he wanted them to say it was directed by Humpty Dumpty.

His point was he wanted to talk about it he wanted people to know that the person who directed the movie wanted his name taken off it and if people saw Humpty Dumpty they would figure this out for themselves.

It is said that Edward Norton, when he took over the editing, lengthened his screen time and when Tony Kaye went to meet the head of the production company's senior president he arranged for a Rabbi, a Catholic priest and a Buddhist monk to be present at the meeting to support his argument and "make the meeting a more spiritual one".

Of course he would wouldn't he? There's his photo above!!

But it all went pair shaped for Alan Smithee when some bright spark made a movie called An Alan Smithee Film – Burn Hollywood Burn! It let the cat out of the bag and when the producers fell out it was taken to the Directors' Guild and it did, indeed become, an Alan Smithee film.

If you look at all of these films on the IMDb it has the real names of the directors – and their ages!!!!

As a post script: around 1972 I was offered a great Guinness commercial - here it is

http://tiny.cc/6vcq2

- and I was offered a role in a movie called Savage Messiah directed by Ken Russell at the same time and I know I should have done the movie because I would have loved to work with the man who directed Women in Love but - I chose the commercial; lot of money in commercials - paid the mortgage. Ken Russell RIP.

Hot Dog Stand and Leafblowers.

Carneys on Sunset Blvd

Pinks on La Brea.

I was walking around Ealing the other day and I fancied a hot dog. Do you think I could find one? Of course not; there was a Maccy D's a load of Polish cafes and the usual terrible coffee shops like Costa selling their insipid dreaded Americano for about $3 – maybe more. £2.50 in UK money I paid the other day in one of those places.

So nowhere can you find street food – it has to come here; but when? In New York and Los Angeles street food is the best food you can buy. I wrote a post about the wonderful street food in Venice when all or most of the street food vendors go to Venice on a certain Friday each month and sell their food.

Here have a look at it - http://storytelleronamazon.blogspot.com/2011/05/roach-coach-night-in-venice-california.html

When I used to ride around on a motor bike, more years ago than I care to remember, there were hot dog stands all over the place. We could buy fleur de lis pies, hot dogs, roast chestnuts and the like at the side of the street; now they have been replaced by chains of coffee places so come on lets get with it.

London was here before Los Angeles and New York and the food is as good here as anywhere no matter what an American might say who hasn't even been here.

There is a big financial opportunity in Los Angeles when it comes to street food; prospective owners can get bank loans to buy a vehicle then they choose what kind of food they want to sell and sell it; as simple as that. The food trucks go to a certain place in LA, each day, fill up and go out.

If you want to know where the best street food is you go on Twitter and all is revealed. Of course there are permanent hot dog stand too in Los Angeles as above; they don't like the movable ones.

We have just moved to Eastcote; it's in Middlesex but capably served by the tube; I can be in Baker Street within half an hour so it's ideal.

One thing about Los Angeles which I was reminded of this morning was the infernal, noisy, dangerous bloody leaf blower. There were various movements to try to get them banned and propositions put to the vote. I think at one time they were banned but it didn't work.

We kind of didn't push things with them as they were largely used by Latino gardeners who would use them the whole year around – not just for leaves but dust and debris.

So what do I see this morning – a leaf blower opposite and a leaf blower next door.

It looks hilarious after seeing the poor Mexican wearing a mask whilst operating them and then see a couple of middle class middle aged men with their trendy leaf blowers blowing leaves all over the place; blowing them into next door or the middle of the road or anywhere where the man with the giant leaf blower – the 'man' upstairs – blows them back.

Thanksgiving.

Being back in Britain I often think back to the time I first went to America – that was in August 1994 and I settled there in January 1995; I think of how it was here, in the UK, at that time, and wonder how it has changed.

The first thing I notice is the number of reality shows there are on TV; one of the most popular shows here is Strictly Come Dancing or just Strictly as they call it, the people in the know. It is the same show and produced by the same people, the BBC, as Dancing With the Stars in the USA. On both continents it is a huge hit and plenty of money for the BBC.

Another show which goes out at the same peak time slot on a Saturday evening is The X Factor; both of these shows are called reality shows but to my mind they are both entertainment shows; the dancing one is a programme of stars the X Factor is a talent show for singers; I haven't seen Strictly (obviously I'm in the know) but I've seen some of X Factor.

The rest of the reality shows are cooking programmes; some are competitions to see who is the best cook and some are instructional shows. I saw one where a rather large county woman was advocating the use of English garlic. She said garlic started here and that English garlic is the best with the best taste.

I haven't tried it but she did some blind tests with quite a few people of various nationalities and they all liked the English garlic; must get some.

The first thing I found when going to America was their opinion of English food; it was a bit like the French, when they talk of America, when they say 'what about that food?' and not in a kindly way.

The fact is there must be dozens of cooking shows on here, as there are in America, and the standard of cooking is very high. There seem to be more foodies here than in America and more per ca pita really good restaurants.

In America everything has to be covered in a sauce – ketchup or mustard – and they call the liquid you have with your Thanksgiving Turkey gravy; and not sauce. Calling the sauce, a chef makes, gravy is an insult.

Sometimes if you go into a chain restaurant with a carvery they use the same liquid for all the meats – that's gravy!

So happy thanksgiving to all my American friends; this will be the first one I have missed in all those years. It was my favourite holiday there (turkey day) and what I liked about it was it was none religious and all sorts got together – Jews, Muslims, Christians and even Heathens; of course heathen is a Christian term I mean atheists but also agnostics – the people who won't commit to anything; just in case!

By the way (or btw to show I'm really in the know) Saturday night TV in Britain is peak time but the worst night in America; Dancing With the Stars goes out on a Monday and Tuesday as opposed to Saturday and Sunday here.

Cleaning Lady!!!!!!!!!!!! and a competition.

There we have 2 images above and left; bearing in mind what follows, what is the connection between the 2 of them. Answers in the 'comments' section please.

no prizes but be a sport.

Right:

I could not get on to the Internet today - the cleaner, accidentally pulled the plug.

I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again. I will not make fun or pass any derogatory remarks about cleaners again.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Movember - moustaches galore!!

The Movember Campaign.

This is the time of year when you see an extraordinary amount of men sporting moustaches – that's if their wives allow them. Some wives don't like that rough chin around their bodies and order shaves as if they were the Greek women of Lysistrata.

But it's all in a good cause – I think even Stephen Fry is sporting one.

I have sponsored my brother who has promised to send me a photo – even if it is only a 'ronnie' – of the result and the money goes towards prostate cancer research.

This campaign has lasted for quite a few Novembers making it Movember. I had noticed the sudden growing of maustaches before but just found out the other day what it was all about – when my brother asked for sponsorship.

It got me thinking about moustaches in general.

Believe it or not, people in the straight world, moustaches a very popular and even fashionable amongst gay men.

I remember when Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid was released in the late 60s moustaches becoming popular.

Paul Newman (left) and Robert Redford.

Then Wimbledon champion of 1969/70, John Newcombe had a Sundance moustache,

John Newcombe

as the commentators called it, but then it went gay.

Tom Selleck

I'm not saying Tom Selleck is gay but look at that growth!!

I don't know why the gay popularity and I did ask once – I once lived in West Hollywood remember? - and was told that it made them look manly; well I have to beg to differ. It made a lot of straight men look gay – not all moustaches just the dodgy ones. Remember The Village People with their beards AND moustaches? (above).

But I remember the moustaches on the old movie stars; a word I mentioned before, a ronnie, came from the movie star Ronald Coleman.

Ronald Coleman

Nothing gay about that one and nothing gay about the ones worn by Errol Flynn or Clarke Gable.

Errol Flynn

Clark Gable

I'm just musing away here not wishing to be offensive about anybody and trying to keep calm as Meryl Streep, in all her ignorance, has taken on the role of Margaret Thatcher in a movie called The Iron Lady, which is due for release at the end of the year, in the USA, to qualify for an Oscar – oh woe is me; why don't they make a movie about that nice Mr Hitler?

Streep, as I say in her ignorance, has probably ignored advice not to play Thatcher and has an idiotic Dennis Thatcher in it too; he was a clown and is played by a clown. The only person on this page who should wear a moustache is Meryl Streep – nuff said.

Best of luck, Movember, and if you know anybody growing one for prostate cancer research do your best for them or click on to the site in your country - here are links for the UK one and the USA one too.

http://uk.movember.com/ & http://us.movember.com/