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Originally posted by Bella Kemp View PostForgive me, but even with Google I can't fathom who T A Milligan was or is.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by Bella Kemp View PostThanks French Frank, but where does the TA come in?
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Originally posted by Bryn View PostQuite.
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by gurnemanz View PostI remember laughing a lot at Milligan's Puckoon 50 years ago ("He rolled his trousers kneewards revealing the like of two thin white hairy affairs of the leg variety") and went on to enjoy his various war memoirs.
Puckoon is a brilliant novel. I love the allusions to Joyce's Finnegans Wake and so much else re Irish history. There was a film made, rather too loosely based on Puckoon. Best avoided. It left out way too much of what was in the book.
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Back in the mid-1960s, to the disgust of faculty staff, a group of arts students decided they would end their day trip in London by going to see, not the recommended Strauss opera, but The Bed Sitting Room. One scene that I've never forgotten involved a chap dressed in a kilt disappearing through a trapdoor, whereupon a small doll similarly clad was thrown onto the stage from below, to be greeted with the words 'Aha! the law of diminishing returns'.
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Originally posted by LMcD View PostBack in the mid-1960s, to the disgust of faculty staff, a group of arts students decided they would end their day trip in London by going to see, not the recommended Strauss opera, but The Bed Sitting Room. One scene that I've never forgotten involved a chap dressed in a kilt disappearing through a trapdoor, whereupon a small doll similarly clad was thrown onto the stage from below, to be greeted with the words 'Aha! the law of diminishing returns'.
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Originally posted by LMcD View PostBack in the mid-1960s, to the disgust of faculty staff, a group of arts students decided they would end their day trip in London by going to see, not the recommended Strauss opera, but The Bed Sitting Room. One scene that I've never forgotten involved a chap dressed in a kilt disappearing through a trapdoor, whereupon a small doll similarly clad was thrown onto the stage from below, to be greeted with the words 'Aha! the law of diminishing returns'.
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Originally posted by gurnemanz View PostI went to that mid-sixties Bed Sitting Room with my friend, two callow Sixth Formers. Details are a bit fuzzy but the Mermaid Theatre was not at full and I remember that at one point Spike asked for the house lights to be turned up. He came to the front of the stage and invited audience members seated further back to move nearer the front.
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