Showing posts with label Charlie Chaplin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charlie Chaplin. Show all posts

Tuesday 30 April 2019

Kennington Bioscope Silent Comedy Weekend at The Cinema Museum - 27 and 28 April

A report on the Kennington Bioscope Silent Comedy Weekend (27-28 April 2019)

More views of - or before - Cambridge Film Festival 2019 (17 to 24 October)
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28 April


A report from Sunday afternoon at The Cinema Museum on the
Kennington Bioscope Silent Comedy Weekend (27-28 April 2019)





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Unless stated otherwise, all films reviewed were screened at Festival Central (Arts Picturehouse, Cambridge)

Wednesday 8 February 2012

57 alleged varieties

More views of - or after - Cambridge Film Festival 2011
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9 February

If one of the breweries whose beer / ale you like started telling you that they once produced - but no longer produce - fifty-seven of anything, would you not, perhaps, feel short-changed by their range of six (or eight) in these modern times*?

And maybe fifty-seven doesn't just relate to soup, but to alphabetti spaghetti** (can you imagine such an abomination in Italy? though, if it did have real European currency, for some countries, such as Greece, a factory would have to produce the stuff in their own alphabet) - or was that a product of Crosse and Blackwell's***? - and baked beans, but I had always associated the claim with soup.

So how many soups are in the H---z range, and maybe I cannot rely on what the local Veran happens to stock - there must be a www.h---z.com to tell me...

Well, it's .co.uk, and clicking on soups takes me straight to Arsebook, which then offers general information and the circuity of a link back to .co.uk - such web-sites, which aren't any more navigable than many a river, are just not looking at for me to find evidence, not even of these (former) possible soups:

* Tobacco and Coriander

* Cream of Mouse

* Lamb and Beetroot (sure some Polish influence there!)

* Smoked Halibut and Rye

* Dust and Cobweb


In fact, I shall start a - wholly notional - series of detective novels called The Apsley Papers, with a suitably enticing range of 57 sub-titles, and list them all on your favourite retailing site(s):

The Apsley Papers: Remains found in a Gravel-Pit

The Apsley Papers: Killed by a Strontium Nitrate Spoon

The Apsley Papers: Impact of a Club


Then, I just wait for the orders to roll in, and produce copies to meet them - all very supply-and-demand led, all very last minute!


End-notes

* Oh, Chaplin again! A well-known pinko, of course, as the committee told us - see more here.

** Why do I not remember seriously making words with that stuff, not even not rude ones?

*** If they ever existed.