Friday, February 02, 2007


I've kind of lost me auld blogging mojo at the minute.

Not properly - I'm just busy-busy-busy with boring Real Life shit.

Back soon.

Oh - yeah - I watched Cat On A Hot Tin Roof on the telly the other day. Fuck me, six-and-a-half seconds of Paul Newman with his shirt off was almost worth all the shouting.

Update: I have been working all weekend (on-and-off) and I've just realised that I seem to have more work to do than I did 24 hours ago and it's nearly bedtime on Sunday night which means that Monday Morning is very soon. How is this possible? I know this is not interesting, but this is why I am not blogging right this minute. Perhaps I've forgotten how to count. I only need to be able to count to 26 - how can I have gotten that so wrong? Maybe I've got a long-incubating version of Mad Human Disease. God.


  • Always more of a Steve McQueen man meself. Know what you mean about the blogging thing, though.

    By Blogger Wyndham, at 9:47 AM  

  • I have Cat On A Hot Tin Roof on DVD for that very reason. When I grow up, I want to be Maggie the Cat.

    By Blogger Kellycat, at 9:47 AM  

  • When faded American movies stars come over to the West End - Jessica Lange, et al - they always do Tennessee Williams, don't they, because it's melodramatic and they're a lot of high octane acting involved and some mosquito sound effects and usually a young bloke in a vest in the Newman mould. Always bores the tits off me, though.

    ****Arrgghh, bloody Beta*****

    By Anonymous Wyndham, at 11:43 AM  

  • For how long were you shouting "Get 'em off!" at the telly, then Spin?

    By Anonymous geoff, at 12:15 PM  

  • For how long were you shouting "Get 'em off!" at the telly, then Spin?

    By Blogger Geoff, at 12:20 PM  

  • Come back soon Spin, it's getting boring without you.

    When my mojo starts to slide, I just nick other people's ideas and pretend I'm getting onto a meme.

    By Blogger LC, at 1:13 PM  

  • I saw an am-dram production of A Streetcar Named Desire once. It seemed to last for years.

    If I had the time and the energy I'd be doing a post about how men's bodies* have changed since the 50s. Look at Cool Hand Luke - they're all straight-up-and-down. None of that inverted triangular shape you get today.

    Why's that then? Diet? Pollution? Hormones filtering into the food chain because of all of the millions of women on the pill?

    *Hot men's bodies, obviously.

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 9:05 PM  

  • You can't beat Robert Mitchum holding his stomach in when he's topless. He goes from a 46" waist to 32".

    By Blogger Geoff, at 9:18 PM  

  • if you think he's gorgeous in Cat, you need to see Hud. or The Hustler. Enough to make a straight boy consider it.

    actually, I've frequently said, Paul Newman in his thirties was the pinnacle of human evolution.

    By Anonymous riddledwiththepox, at 6:59 AM  

  • Lost the auld blogging Mojo, eh Spin??

    And ,just when the Richmond Informer had begun to show an interest...

    ..well, if I can't rely on my oldest blog pals to plug me anymore, I suppose I'll just have to do it myself....

    BTW - "Why, ain't nothin' wrong with me but a *SPASTIC COLON*....

    Surely the finest line in a motion picture ever??

    L.U.V. on ya,


    By Blogger Robert A. Swipe, at 12:07 PM  

  • i can only count to 19. sorry, no help here.

    Paul Newman? *would!* but to tell the truth, if i had to choose, i'd rather have robert redford. his laugh lines make my knees go all to water.

    By Blogger Chaucer's Bitch, at 3:50 PM  

  • people, please.

    lee marvin. LEE MARVIN, people.

    oh mercy yes.

    By Blogger First Nations, at 2:20 AM  

  • Lee Marvin is proper cool ("Walker!") but I remain oblivious to anyone who claims that there has ever been a cooler collection of characters than Hud Bannon, Fast Eddie Felson, Cool Hand Luke and Harper.

    By Anonymous riddledwiththepox, at 6:43 AM  

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