I’m sure it’s nothing new to anyone out there who’s been online for any length of time, but people search for the strangest things. From ways to blow up cars to Elvis Presley reading lights. Today, however, one search term really made me sit up and take notice.
Someone had actually hit my site after searching for…
… “una stubbs upskirt”!
I mean, no disrespect to Una Stubbs, but why would anyone want to look up her skirt? And, perhaps more to the point, who would want to? Cliff Richard reminiscing about the happy times they had whilst filming Summer Holiday, perhaps? Or simply someone with an Aunt Sally fetish?
Whoever it was, they’ll have been disappointed; I’ve searched everywhere and still haven’t been able to find a single upskirt Una Stubbs shot!
I did, however, find a girl called Abby who wanted to sell me her used panties.
I blame the credit crunch.
(And, for the record, no I didn’t!)
© 2008 Gary William Murning
Oh, wonderful. Just when villains the world over thought it was safe to go back to the cinema it seems that good old Spidey’s coming back — with the ever-youthful (God, I hate him) Tobey Maguire once again slinging and swinging in the lead role.
Don’t get me wrong. As arachnophobic as I can be, I’m quite fond of Spidey. Okay, so he’s not up there with Batman, and he demands the suspension of a hell of a lot of disbelief (I always feel like I could take him with one hand tied behind my back), but when the boy swings, he really swings — and there’s a lot to be said for that.
Another two films on top of the three that have already been made, though? That just seems to be pushing it, from where I’m sitting. But then, that’s Hollywood. Like a three-year-old that gets a laugh, it continues to do more of the same, only bigger — little guessing that less is more.
That said, I suppose the $2.5 billion grossed by the first three films must make it pretty bloody tempting.
I wonder if they’re looking for a writer…
© 2008 Gary William Murning
“Now and Forever comprises two novellas, one new, the other a reworking of old material. Somewhere a Band is Playing, is the first, a fantasy of classic Bradbury hue that begins with a young man arriving by train at a small town. There, beneath the old-fashioned, cosy exterior, something very strange is going on. The tale becomes a meditation on writing, inspiration, ageing and change, all deep themes lightly handled, both elegiac and suspenseful. “Some stories … are written as a result of a single, immediate, clear impulse. Others ricochet off various events over a lifetime and come together much later to make a whole,” Bradbury says in his introduction, and lists his sources: the year he spent as a child in Tucson, Arizona; his admiration for Katharine Hepburn; Jerry Goldsmith’s music for The Wind and the Lion. Interesting, yes, but it does not explain how Bradbury has worked his magic to produce such a strange and lovely story.”
Now and Forever by Ray Bradbury – Times Online.
Definitely one that will be going on my list. Bradbury is one of those authors who manages to make prose sound like poetry. Wonderful.
The novel I’m currently trying to place, Children of the Resolution, has a scene of which I’m fairly fond. My protagonist, Carl, is still only about six years old and one of his classmates had just died (it’s a “special” school for kids with physical disabilities, set in the early 1970s.) One line in particular — because it was just the kind of thing I would have thought or said the time — I especially like.
Given that it’s Elvis Week, and that the man himself (or his music, at least) has been a part of my life for many, many years, now seems a good time to share the extract with you.
“If it made her feel bad to tell us about how Emiline had died and everything, she shouldn’t have to do it. Someone else should have done it for her. Mr. Dixon in assembly should have said, instead of making us sing Give Me Oil in My Lamp (although, I had to admit it was a good song — not exactly up there with Burning Love, but good nonetheless.) It wasn’t fair and I wanted to make it better for her but didn’t know how.”
While a stake through the heart or a shaft of sunlight should be enough to kill cinema’s most determined vampires, the one thing that is guaranteed to reanimate the undead is the scent of box-office success. Right now, audiences are hungry for blood: the vampire is back.
Anticipation about Twilight, the movie adaptation of the first book in Stephenie Meyer’s hugely successful series of vampire romantic novels, has the internet fan base frothing at their keyboards. The high-school love story between a new girl in town and a beautiful, troubled vampire boy has seduced an ever-growing, mostly female readership and, although the film is not released here until January, according to the influential IMDB website it has been in and around the top ten most popular searches for the past five months or so.
In the Twilight zone: the vampire bites back – Times Online.
Regular readers will know that I’m something of an Elvis fan. Okay, I don’t avidly collect his records and memorabilia like some sideburned, sixty-year-old plumber from Barnsley (not that I have anything against sixty-year-old plumber’s from Barnsley, you understand!), and I’m probably not about to make a pilgrimage to Graceland any time soon — but I have been listening to his music for most of my life and it still does the job it’s supposed to.
So, with the 31st anniversary of his death only a couple of days away, I was a little puzzled to read on the BBC website that the dolls below are being sold in Memphis as part of a weeklong event marking the anniversary.
As a little as I like Priscilla (she’s a Scientologist, for heaven’s sake — need I say more?), the juxtaposition between their marriage and his death seems rather unfortunate… okay, I’ll fess up. I am chuckling just a little bit. The irony really appeals to me.
Do you think the marketing boys and girls at Elvis Presley Enterprises got there anniversaries mixed up? Or maybe they have a bored Englishman working for them who wanted to, you know, have a bit of a laugh? 😉