Brief Interlude

So there I was typing a comment on Eliza's blog and a big parrot came down and landed on the keyboard.

He's the one on the right with the wet breast feathers. (His girlfriend on the left doesn't have any breast feathers, she likes to bare her all for him).

Things to Love in Vincent

I love his eyes
I love his thighs
I love his nose
I love his toes
I love his arms
I love his charms
I love his bum
I love his tum
I love his neck
I love his pecs
I love his ears
I love his rear
I love his face
I love his grace
I love his back
I love his pack
I love his feet
I love his seat
I love his hair
I love his stare
I love his hands
I love how he stands

I love his height
I love his weight
There's much to love
And nought to hate.


One day I'll put pictures with this. Or you could beat me to it Eliza - I wouldn't mind.

Panto

JoJo asked what Panto is. I can't believe you don't have it in the US.

Panto is short for Pantomime. There are lots of stories that are used regularly - Puss In Boots, Jack and the Beanstalk, Cinderella, Dick Whittington, Peter Pan and, of course, the one I saw yesterday, Aladdin. I assume everybody knows the stories. For Panto - a kids' Christmas show - the whole thing is camped up. There's music, of course. The hero is played by a woman (the Principal Boy) and there is always an ugly old woman played by a man in bright clothes.


Pantomime Dame


Principal Boy
A pantomime cow or horse is often in evidence. There is always a baddie who is hissed and booed. There is always an opportunity to shout out "He's behind you!" and a character always gives the audience the chance to contradict him/her - "Oh yes he is" "Oh no he isn't".

If I never see another it will be too soon.

Suspicion of Innocence

Over on TheReel they recently mentioned the two episodes of The Equalizer that Vincent appeared in, and there were stills from Counterfire, in which he played a baddie. Thanks to the wonderful Eliza, I have copies of both, and as SnarkAngel said he hadn't seen them, here's a slideshow of some pictures from Suspicion of Innocence. Vincent plays Davy Baylor, a young man with learning and physical disabilities - from his interpretation I'd say cerebral palsy (imagine being able to diagnose from someone's acting, he's brilliant) - who's accused of murder.

Another Not-A-Vincent Dream

So there I was, in my PJs (which I don't wear), coming back from the shops in the dark, when a car did a really dangerous manouevre. The man next to me and I had a disgusted chat about it, then when we got to the block of flats (apartment block) where I lived - and apparently so did he (I actually live in a house) - and I realised I didn't have my keys (in my jimjams, go figure). The man invited me into his flat, where I met his wife, son and daughter. We chatted for a while, sitting on a single bed in a tiny bedroom, having called the police to help me get into my flat. There was a knock on the door, and thinking it was the police, the daughter and I went to answer the door. She saw through the glass it was someone who was trouble, and only opened the door on the chain. Then for some reason she took the chain off, and the man burst in. I was behind the door, and as she ran off, he turned and saw me. He was obviously going to attack me, so I ran after the girl into the garden of what had now transformed into a mansion. He was attacking people left, right and centre, so I picked up a metal pipe and whacked him over the head. He passed out, and I heaved him into the huge pool and held him under to drown him. I woke up just as we were deciding how to hide the killing from the police when they eventually arrived.

Any dreams experts out there who can translate this into something meanigful? Or was it just the cheese and apple I had before bed?

Behind You!

Thank goodness!

I awoke with the flashing lights of a migraine aura and the knowledge that I had to go with my class to watch this panto.

Luckily I can usually live with a migraine as long as I take plenty of painkillers and get some fresh air. The first was easy. The second was in shorter supply. Then, of course, there was the shouting (lots of it, it was a panto after all) and the flashing lights (there were light sabres, flashing specs and flashing bunny ears on sale).

But the worst thing was the lack of spirit in the performances. Only Mark Wingett as Abanazar showed any real relish (UK Vixens who have ever watched The Bill will know him as PC Jim Carver) and the failure of most of the cast to make themselves heard clearly despite being amplified was pretty pathetic.

It's quite a large theatre (I've sung there unamplified) but the accoustics are pretty good. Take their mikes away and make 'em use their diaphragms, that's what I say!

Today's Tomorrow

Here are the hands and arms I'd hoped to post yesterday.

I especially love the expression frozen in the last picture!

The stills from the second half (which uploaded ALMOST without difficulty today) are every bit as succulent as those from the first half.

Tomorrow...

...is the soonest I would be able to do the post I wanted to. Photobucket just wasn't accepting these new caps today, and stalled out completely half-way through.

This episode was shown again on Friday evening, and on watching it for the umpteenth time I realised how completely delectable Mr D'Onofrio was in it. His eyes seem extra-wide, his smile extra-broad, his hands extra-beautiful, his eyelashes extra-long. Then there are lots of shirtlseeves and a BTSOH. What more could a girl ask?

Access to all her pictures, that's what!