Friday, January 06, 2012

It's Like That And That's The Way It Is

I like to be educated by the programmes I watch on television. And when knowledgeable celebrities are talking about things that happened in the past, I like to have a comparison with something I have experienced so that I can imagine what the real thing was like.

In Armando's Tale Of Charles Dickens, I was transported back to Dickensian times, realising more and more just how much we've got in common with Victorian Britain. For example, Iannucci describes the excitement of a Dickens' public reading. I immediately tasted the flavour of such an event when told it was like "Lady Gaga coming to town".

I'll always remember Lady Gaga's readings at the local Methodist Hall last year. You could cut the air with a knife as her fans listened intently to the story of a poor one-legged wastrel girl who battled against overwhelming odds to become world famous as an entertainer.

Then there was Timeshift: The Smoking Years in which Stuart Maconie gave us probably the most evocative description possible of entering the smoky atmosphere of the upstairs on a double decker bus. "It was a blue fug of cigarette smoke...Like being in a foxhole in Vietnam".

Now I've been in a foxhole in Vietnam on one of my discovery holidays and let me tell you, those Vietnamese foxes smoke like troopers, one after the other.


  1. Disillusion is the word
    That's used by me when I'm not heard
    I just go through life with my glasses blurred
    It's like that, and was for Thora Hird.

    (I thought the smoking programme was a little disappointing)

  2. They should have had more talking heads describing the seductiveness of smoking instead of devoting time to the woman who campaigned against it. We all know it's bad for you and you can't smoke in public any more.

  3. Arabella12:42 PM

    Women attending readings by Dickens used to faint. And he only ever wore his regular trousers.

  4. Not his meat suit?

  5. Or his fox fur-lined smoking jacket?

    Hello. I'm back blogging and have moved to here now:

  6. Welcome back, Romo. There are not many of us left.

  7. No. I look back fondly to those pre-facebook pre-twitter days. *dons Ena Sharples-like turban and boils up a Fray Bentos*

  8. Ah, yesterday when I was young.