Showing posts with label T.V.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label T.V.. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 29, 2009
Breakfast anybody ?
As there was nothing much on TV last night Rob and I watched a couple of episodes of Fawlty Towers (the one with the body and the Anniversary episode). I still find them hysterically funny. Anyway, I was reminded that John Cleese blogs too, so I went and looked at his blog to see what he’s up to. He’s recently been interviewed by a bunch of young men the Idiots of Ants. I’ve never heard of them, so if you have I'm sorry, but I’m out of touch with the English comedy scene unless it’s radio. This made me laugh so I thought I’d share it
Dom bought John Cleese’s book on psychology a year or so back, I must ask her to lend it to me.
Dom bought John Cleese’s book on psychology a year or so back, I must ask her to lend it to me.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Rubovia
Sometimes the thoughts that pop into my head are bizarre as are the reasons why they pop in too. The images come from June Book 1965 one of my Christmas presents in 1964 when I was 9. I kept it because I loved the stories and articles in there and I still do. I was going to be a police woman when I grew up and I had a rabbit called Silky though I don’t remember the rabbit at all.
Back to the pictures. I don’t know if the series was exported to the States. Doris, Neutron, and Keith might remember it (Zoe &John G, you’re too young). The puppets lived in Rubovia and the story was written by Mr. Gordon Murray, who also made the puppets, my book tells me. It took three to six months to make a 30 minute episode. Don’t ask me why it popped into my head.
Does anyone remember Twizzle?
Sunday, September 16, 2007
A bit of culture
We had breakfast on the port this morning, followed by the surprise. As the monuments are free today, lots of other visits are organised all over the town. Rob decided that a visit to the railway station would be a good idea. We learnt about the old station and that this month is the 150th anniversary of the railway system coming to La Rochelle. Unfortunately, Rob and I already knew quite a bit about the old station because of our interest in postcards. We could only visit the outside of the ‘new’ (opened in 1922) station because the French railways are very strict about having the public going all over the place. The visit was a bit of a disappointment.
This week has been the week of the television festival, which used to be held at Saint Tropez. While we were learning about the station some of the festival cars arrived to deliver the stars to the Paris Train. I didn’t recognise anyone, except for our favourite ex TV news reader Bruno Masure. Rob had seen him during the week when he visited the towers, but hadn’t got round to asking for an autograph. In fact we got his autograph about 20 years ago and he wrote us a little note with it. I presume he was covering the festival for one of the French newspapers. Checking his biography on Wikipedia I see that he is on the radio now and that he used to present the news wearing slippers which is why he always seemed so relaxed, I suppose.
This week has been the week of the television festival, which used to be held at Saint Tropez. While we were learning about the station some of the festival cars arrived to deliver the stars to the Paris Train. I didn’t recognise anyone, except for our favourite ex TV news reader Bruno Masure. Rob had seen him during the week when he visited the towers, but hadn’t got round to asking for an autograph. In fact we got his autograph about 20 years ago and he wrote us a little note with it. I presume he was covering the festival for one of the French newspapers. Checking his biography on Wikipedia I see that he is on the radio now and that he used to present the news wearing slippers which is why he always seemed so relaxed, I suppose.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
The Forest Rangers
You know what I’m like, things suddenly pop into my head. Well, this morning it was The Forest Rangers. Do you remember them? I seem to remember watching them on Saturdays. I’ve discovered that I was between 8 and 11 years old at the time.
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