Sunday, January 21, 2007

A Classic

Last night, Bill Collins Golden Years of Hollywood featured the 1942 classic Random Harvest with Ronald Coleman and Greer Garson. What struck me during the introduction was the announcement that it was rated G for General Viewing.

Anyone who has seen the movie will agree that it is indeed a classic and one of the most popular romatic films of all time. Written by James Hilton (Lost Horizon etc) it contains no nudity, no swearing, no gratuitous sex scenes, no violence, no unbelieveable car chases, all the ingredients of today's blockbusters, and yet it holds the viewer's attention and what is more, tells a good story.

Random Harvest, like Lost Horizon, is a so-called "feel good" movie but it shows that you don't have to have all that other X and R rated rubbish to make a good film. Unfortunately the morons running the movie business these days don't get it ... they think they have to try and out-shock us with every subsequent release. The "F" word is so common on TV these days that you don't even blink and they are pushing the boundaries even more so who knows what will be next!

I'm not a wowser by any stretch of the imagination but I am thouroughly sick to death of the rubbish dished up as entertainment by people who have no moral standards and even less talent.

Just my thoughts for what they are worth.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

The Tibetan Rug

During Ian and my recent trip to India, we spent about 9 days in Puttaparti which is the home of Sai Baba and also my friend Chris.

We dined at several eateries but the Little Tibetan Kitchen was one of our favourites. From its second floor position you could sit and watch the world go by (see our injaorbust blog).


Attached to the restaurant was a little shop where the owner of the restaurant (who was Tibetan) sold craft items of interest. On one wall was a beautiful hand-made Tibetan rug which he told me was used in temples where they were hung across the ceiling. I became mesmerised by this hand-crafted rug and wanted to buy it but the news from home was, "There is no where to put it!" So I left India without the rug.


But when I got home it continued to bug me and I knew I had to have the rug. So, through the efforts of my friend Chris, it was duly purchased and sent back here where it now hangs on the ceiling of the Purfleet Annex.