Showing posts with label meme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meme. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 October 2010

PS 2 ABCs

Inspired by Tom McCarthy's Man Booker Prize shortlisted novel C (but following on with almost spooky synchronicity from our recent meme on Alphabetical book titles) AbeBooks.co.uk are currently offering for sale a list of books with titles that are nothing more than a single initial letter of the alphabet.

There are more than you might suppose...



...and are very probably worth keeping in mind for tricksy memes and demonic pub quizzes – as indeed are a few others that ran to all of two or three letters...


Thursday, 30 September 2010

ALPHABOOKS

I just recover from answering one meme (the one asking me to list my frequently watched movies) when, knock me down with a feather, along comes another one: this time courtesy of my friend SCB at Where there are Meadowlarks...

Here are THE RULES (for there must always be RULES) as laid down by SCB:

1. Go through the alphabet, and for each letter, think of a book you've read that starts with that letter (A, An, and The do not count).

2. You must write down the FIRST book you think of for any given letter. This may make for some odd choices, but them's the breaks.

3. You must have actually READ the book. (I thought of lots that started with some letters, but I hadn't read them.)

4. If you think of a more impressive-sounding book for a particular letter, but you've already written your first thought down, you CANNOT change to the more impressive-sounding book. As an example, you have to leave "Fifty Famous Fairy Tales" (the Whitman Publishing pink and white one) on the list, even if you come up with fifty more impressive books afterwards.

5. If you can think of a book for X, you win... my lasting admiration (I can't afford real prizes!)

6. You can then tag as many people as you like. The more the merrier.

So, here's the list I drew up...

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll

Brave New World – Aldous Huxley

A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens

Doctor Dolittle – Hugh Lofting

The Exploits of Moominpappa – Tove Jansson

Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury

Gormenghast – Mervyn Peake

The Hobbit – J R R Tolkien

It's Too Late Now – A A Milne
(The autobiography of Pooh's creator)

Just So Stories – Rudyard Kipling

A Kid for Two Farthings – Wolf Mankowitz

The Lord of the Rings – J R R Tolkien

Mary Poppins – P L Travers

Noddy in Toyland – Enid Blyton
(Nostromo by Joseph Conrad would have sounded better, but there it is!)

The Once and Future King – T H White

Peter and Wendy – J M Barrie

Quentin Durwood – Sir Walter Scott

Ring of Bright Water – Gavin Maxwell

Something Wicked This Way Comes – Ray Bradbury

Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson

Utopia - Thomas More

The Voyage of the 'Dawn Treader' – C S Lewis

The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Graham

EXterminator! – William S Burroughs (Oh, well, it was worth a try!)

Yertle the Turtle and Other Stories – Dr Seuss

Zen in the Art of Writing – Ray Bradbury


I suppose it's not too surprising that there are two titles by Tolkien and three by Bradbury – plus, of course, Carroll, Milne and Peake – but the preponderance of children's books suggests that I have already entered my second childhood which is, I guess, pretty accurate!

I hesitate to tag anyone, but (if they'd like to do it and have the time) then I'll tag Gill, Sheila, Sharon, Suzanne and anyone else who fancies having a go...

Thursday, 9 September 2010

FILM FUN

I have been tagged by Good Dog to list some of the films that I will happily watch several times over – or, in my case, have already watched many times over.

This is not my list of the Greatest Movies Ever Made, just a selection of those that I will happily re-watch whenever the opportunity arises. There's a month's worth here (thirty-one of them) and, following Good Dog's example, I am not giving the titles – just showing you a scene from the movie. Some are easily identified, others are harder. How many can you name?

If it helps they are (ignoring definite and indefinite articles) in numerical/alphabetical order...

Good luck!


Now, of course – as is the way with memes, I have to tag others. The rule are:

01. Provide a non-exhaustive list of films you’ll happily watch again and again. [Note you don't have to match my 31!]
02. There is no rule 02.
03. Reprint the rules.
04. Tag three others and ask them to do the same.

And my chosen victims are Irascian, Ryan Rasmussen and Steven Hartley and anyone else who wants to join in...

Now which of those movies shall I watch first?

Friday, 25 April 2008

ONE - TWO - THREE - GO!

I don't know what's happened, but fewer bloggers seem to be tagging one another with 'memes' these days, but then probably the daily - hourly - pressure of coping with the demands of Facebook and MySpace means that folk simply don't have the time any more!

Anyway, Qenny was tagged the other week and - I have to say, in a totally dissolute way - invited people to tag themselves in response.

So I have...

The rules of this particular 'meme' are as follows:
1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more.
2. Open it to page 123.
3. Write down the first 4 sentences.
4. Invite 5 friends to do the same.
Here then are my five sentences taken from page 123 of Somewhere a Band is Playing by Ray Bradbury:

She was a beautiful woman not to one man or two men but to every man who lived in the town of Green River, Illinois in that summer when the sound of the trees at night was like a great green sea moving on an endless shore of warm white sand.

She was the sun who moved among them by day. She was the moon that glided, moving the shadows aside, by night. Her face was snow, her hands snow, her dresses lemon and lilac.

Somewhere a Band is Playing by Ray Bradbury was first published by Gauntlet Press in 2007.

The extract is actually from one of Bradbury's early fragments out of which grew his novel Dandelion Wine, and because I love Bradbury's lyrical prose so much, I have to give you - simply as a bonus - the next few sentences...
Her hair was soft sun wheat. Her lips said apple, cherry, apricot and rose. Her eye spoke cool iliac in fresh rain. Early mornings you would see trails of footprints on her lawn and knew she had been out early walking somewhere. You hated to see the sun rise and draw off the dew, annihilating the paths forever.

The windows of her house were always up that summer and she sat before one and touched the piano keys with her white hands and the songs she played were songs every man carries in his head all his life...
The novella Somewhere a Band is Playing is also included (along with Bradbury's Leviathan '99) in the volume Now and Forever, published by William Morrow in 2007


Now I'd like to invite Boll Weavil, Diva of Deception, Gill, Good Dog and Lisah, to pick a book, look up page 123 and send me their five sentences.

And if anyone else wants to join in - well, please, feel free...



Now check out the Thoughts section below to see what pages got turned up...

Thursday, 3 May 2007

I KNOW THE FACE BUT...

Some 21 years ago, I was standing in line for 'Mr Toad's Wild Ride' in Disneyland, when a man mistakenly thought I was Francis Ford Coppola.

This wasn't quite as absurd as it might sound, because the then new 3-D Michael Jackson movie, Captain EO, was being premiered that day in the park and the film had been directed by FFC.

In response, I tried pointing out that Mr Coppola was unlikely to have to stand in line at Disneyland, but my accoster was unconvinced by that or, indeed, by my British accent. "Oh, well," he said, "if want to be difficult! I was only going to suggest you should give my son, Tommy here, a screen-test because the kid's a born natural, but I'm sorry to have bothered you!"

I politely replied that I was, in fact, a journalist from London reporting on Francis' film rather the man himself - but it was to no avail. "So bloddy grand, these frigging celebrities!" he muttered.

Later in the day, another Godfather fan-boy came up and asked me to pose for a photo and, once again, I explained that I was not who he thought I was!

When, however, a third person rushed up to me as I was heading for the exit turnstiles and thrust a pen and autograph book into my hands, I simply smiled sweetly and signed 'Best wishes, Francis Ford Coppola'!

Of course, as the pages of Private Eye long ago proved, Everybody looks like Somebody and having spotted on various blogs that My Heritage was offering to identify celebrity look-alikes I decided to have a go, confidently expecting them to come up with Mr C.

But no!

I tried assorted snaps taken over the last few years showing me with various hairstyles and wearing different glasses (even sans specs) but not so much as a glimpse of Francis...

Oh, well, never mind... At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that I sometimes look like Jack Lemmon or Charlton Heston and - presumably on better days - Vince Vaughan or Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Mind you, any system that thinks I look like Gareth Gates and Bela Bartok (musical though they both are - or were) has got to be, at best, a tad fallible; and whilst the inclusion of Luciano Pavarotti wasn't too much of a surprise, I'm not entirely sure what to make of my supposed likeness to Jesse L Martin, Will Smith and Michael Jordan!





I wonder... Are any of these people ever told that they look like me?!

Friday, 27 April 2007

HOME GOALS

Of the six people whom I tagged to list Five Goals That Are Relatively Simple and Which Might Make Me Successful If I Kept to Them, four have responded.

CAFRINE is suitably teasing with an interesting selection of goals desplayed on her blogspot that include being more disciplined --- and eating more chocolate!

I'll just let her EXPLAIN!

And here are the responses from my three friends who don't have their own blogspots...

It is interesting to see what aspirations, ambitions and obsessions we all seem to share...

BOLL WEAVIL aims...

1) To be a bit more like a rudderless ship and realise that there's quite a lot to be said for drifting around aimlessly at the whim of the current whilst the rest of the world floats on by in the nautical equivalent of a 4x4.

2) To keep the weight thing under control, carry on doing as much exercise as I can and playing footie as long as I can, even if it means not eating all the chocolate fingers or feeling compelled to finish all my Easter eggs by the end of the day.


3) To occasionally turn the computer off and go off in search of that Xanadu men have called reality.


4) To travel a whole lot more than I have done and, just for once, set foot in a commercial aeroplane.


5) To write a Christmas hit so that, like Hugh Grant in
About a Boy, I can just sit around all day collecting the royalties.

Can I have a signed copy, please, providng I promote it on my blogspot??

And now here are SUZANNE's goals...

Five goals... Gosh, this is a tough one. I'm not sure if I can distinguish between goals and things that I want!


1) One definite goal is of course to LOSE WEIGHT AND GET HEALTHY - how original is that?!


2) Try to FIND A JOB THAT I LOVE, like working with books... And that doesn't mean me sitting at my computer writing articles and poems that nobody's going to read.


3) STOP WORRYING - that's something I've been trying to do for years. Occasionally, I do manage to convince myself that it is pointless, like asking myself what is the worst case scenario and realising that it really isn't quite so bad.


4) After proving to the world and to myself that I can live on my own, FIND A LIFE-TIME PARTNER, and stop falling in love where it's not wanted.


5) And last, but definitely not least, the I WANT. I want to sell up everything here, move to the Vendée region in France and live with Marc. I can say that here because he doesn't read your blog!


Are you absolutely sure?! Anyway, good luck, Suzanne!

Meanwhile GILL lists her goals as follows...

1) Take more exercise...

Walking is painful, and this, combined with a job which is sedentary but busy, means that I spend a lot of hours sitting behind a desk then jumping into a taxi to sit behind a meeting table, then into another taxi to sit on a train. I sometimes make resolutions about swimming but it doesn't actually happen! Exercise would give me more energy and maybe I would lose some weight!


2) Be more patient...

I need things to happen "now", always. When they don't I am scratchy and difficult. I work at top speed, why can't everybody else? And why can't everybody understand everything immediately? Patience might not make me more successful in any material way but it would make me a better person!


3) Care about detail...

Because I don't! Detail [this is about work] bores me to death, it is somebody else's job. I want to get on to the next thing. This is not good. I do care about detail when I am decorating a room or setting a table so I ought to be able to translate this into the rest of my life, it would make me a better boss if I wasn't always saying "I don't know. Ask so and so."


4) Give up smoking...

I like smoking, it gives me pleasure. It also costs a lot of money and is anti social. Trouble is that I am deeply contra suggestible and the more the world in general tells me I can't do it the more I revert to adolescent rebellion and want to! Be good though not to have so much of my life ruled by when and where I can have a cigarette. The success would be social acceptability.


5) Creams and potions...

I have never been any good at moisturising and so on, it's boring! I almost never wear make up so don't need to use gunk to clean off other gunk. Still, I think I am certainly at that age where I should be religiously applying something to stave off wrinkles. I'm not sure how this would make me more successful, perhaps just to have a daily discipline would be a success.

My goodness, what a lazy grumpy person I am!


Not at all, Gill - just one of the hazards of goal-keeping...


[Cartoons: Mike Baldwin's Cornered]

Tuesday, 24 April 2007

DOUBLE-BLOG-TAGGED

Twice in one week! Ridiculous! First I am blog-tagged by Mike Crowl’s Roving Report to list a few Simple Things That Might Make Me Successful If I Kept to Them! Then, a few days later, Ridley Walker at News Sluice tags me to name my Five Goals.

Once I’d realized that the latter didn’t mean Gazza’s free kick scored for Spurs against Arsenal in the first FA Cup semi-final to be played at Wembley in 1991 (OK, so I looked it up on Google!), it dawned on me that the overlap between these ‘memes’ was such that I could get away with a compound answer!

So, here are my…

Five Goals That Are Relatively Simple
and
Which Might Make Me Successful
If I Kept to Them


LOSE WEIGHT: I’ve done it before and very successfully, but a long time ago when I was less prone to pain and depression and generally younger, fitter - and, er, more successful!

I know that to lose weight would help my arthritic condition and (probably more importantly) would give me a greater sense of well-being and self-esteem…

So, I know what to do and how to do it; but, like all really simple things, it is HARD!

LOSE FEARS: The sands in the hourglass are running down and I’d be a lot happier for whatever time I’ve got left if I could only stop worrying about (a) what’s gone and can’t be undone; (b) what’s lost and can’t be recovered; and (c) what’s coming and can’t be avoided!

BE MORE POSITIVE: I must find a book on How to Do This… There’ll be one out there somewhere and it’s probably called something like Your Half-Empty Glass is Actually Half-Full… Or maybe I should just make myself Disgustingly Rich by writing a best-seller called Your Half-Full Glass is Actually Half-Empty! I know I’d buy a copy!!

BE MORE PROACTIVE:
I need to strike while the iron's hot and seize the bull by the horns and worry a lot less about the dangers of getting burned or gored.

‘“Did you make that song up?” [asked Rabbit.]
“Well, I sort of made it up,” said Pooh. “It isn’t Brain,” he went on humbly, “because You Know Why, Rabbit; but comes to me sometimes.” “Ah!” said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went and fetched them.’

I really should be more of a Rabbit and less of a Pooh.

BE MORE PLEASED: Not smug, haughty or peacock-proud; but just quietly pleased with the little things I’ve achieved; the many friends I’ve made (and kept); the love I’ve given and (in far greater measure) have received; and the small, simple, un-earth-shattering pleasures I’ve been permitted to enjoy.

And remember, as Thomas Carlyle once observed, "A man without a goal is like a ship without a rudder..."

Now, in turn, I’m tagging…

Gill
Suzanne
Boll Weavil
David Weeks
Cafrine
and
The Other Brian Sibley

Monday, 12 March 2007

I’M IT!

There’s a game of blog-tag going around and I got tagged by Brian Sibley…

Yes, yes, I know…

But this is another Brian Sibley who lives in the USA.

The idea is that I have to reveal FIVE things about myself that no one (or most people) won’t know and then tag five other bloggers to carry on the game…

So, here are my five little-known Sibley facts.

I have…

1) Performed, solo, on the stage of the London Palladium…
My God, but it’s a big stage! By the time you’ve walked to the centre spot, you’ve aged six months!

2) Taken tea with Julie Andrews…
And she actually said: “Shall I be mother?”

3) Preached a sermon in the Chapel of Magdalene College, Cambridge…
Unfortunately I shocked the porter because I didn’t have any robes! “You’re a free-church minister then are you, sir?” he asked and when I told him I was a layman, he went very pale and almost fainted away!

4) Spent the night in Cannon Row Police Station...
All further details withheld!

5) Dubbed the voice of Christopher Lee as Saruman…
It was ONLY a TEMPORARY soundtrack mocked-up during the making of the extended cut of The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, but if Mr Lee had ever found out he would have been seriously NOT amused!

That's five of my not-so-dark secrets revealed and I now tag the following bloggers:

Cafrine
David Weeks
Good Dog
Irascible Ian
Polkadots
Queen Anne's Revenge
Qenny
Ridley Walker
Silly Billy

So, what FIVE things about you doesn't anyone know? Tell me if and when you blog details of your secret life and I'll post a link.

Meanwhile, regular readers who have the misfortune (or possibly the good luck) to be 'blogless' are welcome to use my blog as a confessional!


[Image: Children's Games by Pieter Brueghel (including touch-tag)]

Saturday, 10 March 2007

'L' IS FOR LIKES

The last of my regular readers to to express their likes and loathings is Ridley Walker who, in response to being given the letter 'L' shows himself to be seriously passionate about 'Life', 'Love' and 'Literature' and (for some reason) 'Lava Lamps'!

But Ridley really gets into his stride when inveighing against 'List Shows', 'Local Colour' and 'Lowest Common Denominators'.

Read the full lists on his News Sluice blogspot, which he imaginately describes as The blundering vomitorium of an unarmed wit - although, as you'll see, he's not entirely without weaponry!

[Letter L by Erte]