Friday, 26 October 2012

Ducking Russell Crowe


Here's another image from that book of 17th century weird symbols. Maybe you could use it for your hastily improvised Halloween party invitations? 'Don't go near the hot punch' has been my maxim since one party way back in the 1970s.

Well we never made it to Seville and Cordoba this October. Next week would have been the time, but circumstances have prevented us from booking a flight, and now we are both suffering from cabin-fever and it's not even winter yet. Because of H.I.'s teaching commitments, we can only go away during holiday peak-times, so those flights for £1 (+ £200 hidden expenses) always seem to elude us.

A few years ago, I was eating a rather expensive sandwich one lunchtime, and the person sitting next to me asked how much I had paid for it. When I told her, she said that - only that morning - she had booked a return flight to Venice for less. At least half the world comes to Bath for their holidays, so all I have to do is put myself in the right state of mind when I walk around town and I won't feel so claustrophobic. The headline of our local newspaper yesterday read 'Hollywood comes to Bath'.

I read about that filming they were doing outside our windows all night the other night (Les Miserables) and it turns out that they spent the entire evening throwing a stunt-man into the river, fishing him out, then throwing him back in again.

The stunt-man was doubling up for Russell Crowe. If they had actually been throwing Crowe into the freezing river over and over again, I would have stayed up all night with a flask of hot coffee to watch. I wouldn't have given him any of it between takes, either.

I would love to have stood around shouting, "Oi! Russell! Has your willy shrivelled completely away yet?!" to see if he would lose his temper as he is renowned to do, and if - after the tenth time - he ran up to hit me, I would have said "My! So it's true. You have got a short fuse, haven't you?!".



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  1. "My! So it's true. You have got a short fuse, haven't you?!".
    SAYS HE!

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    1. I thought that might elicit a defensive response from you, Johnny!

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  2. I once bought a ONE DOLLAR steak sandwich at Miami airport; it consisted of two bits of bread with a HUGE steak in the middle. Nothing to do with the above, I just thought you'd like to know!

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  3. I'd watch RC be thrown onto the river too...

    Have you ever watched the Aussie series "Rake" Tom? I think you would really like it. (a bit presumptuous but I think you and Cleaver Green, the main character, have things on common. All good of course)

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    1. Nope - I may have to find it just to see how I come over to the rest of you.

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    2. He's charming, drinks a bit to much, very smart, great with women, and has a life full of drama, kindhearted with a fabulous sense of humor.

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  4. You are a wicked lad Tom!
    That Seville, Granada and Cordoba holiday was one of my Autumn favourites (Riviera Travel do it well) a few years ago. Going pre booked you get into the Alhambra without a mile long queue too which is good.

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    1. I joined the Alhambra queue at 6 in the morning, and only got tickets by about 8.30.

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  5. This made me laugh out loud.

    Could you and H.I. perhaps have a long weekend away somewhere? Sometimes, taking a road trip, while not the same as the lovely holiday you could have had in Seville, is still a change of scenery.

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    1. Yes, but we've done just that for the last 4 years or so, if you discount vital trips to Germany.

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  6. Russell...I wonder if I could get him to buy some of my soap? Short fuse or not the image is, as John says, "Lovely"

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    1. What is the matter with farm-girls and Welsh gay people? The bloke is an obnoxious creep. He can't even act, and he can't even look good whether acting or not. He is a social bore too, by all accounts.

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