Wednesday, 7 June 2006

BEND IT LIKE GELLER


Today is the day that may very possibly settle England’s fate in the World Cup. ‘Psychic Guru’ (or, as some believe, ‘magician’) Uri Geller is teaming up with ‘Believe’ - formally known as ‘Mars’ bars (see yesterday’s blog) - to stage a ‘Believe-athon’ aimed at putting “positive thinking to the test for England”.

OK, no sniggering in the back row! I have it on good authority that Mr Geller will be performing “a series of mind control/power displays” after which attendees at the ‘Believe-athon’ will be “asked to focus their energies on spurring our lads to victory in Germany through a unique world first activity”.

I sincerely hope this is a Tax Deductible expense for Messrs Mars, but personally, I think they’d have been better off asking the help of my friend Ali Bongo…

Tuesday, 6 June 2006

EATING'S BELIEVING

Such is the power of a well-established brand image that, for the duration of the World Cup, Mars bars have been renamed ‘BELIEVE’ (as in “Believe England can win”) and yet we still recognise the product when we see it for sale.

Few products have such nationwide awareness; although, in 1953, Guinness was able to produce a poster celebrating the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II which featured the then-popular Guinness zoo-animals but without any slogan or product placement - other, that is, than a tell-tale glass of Guinness lodged halfway down the Ostrich’s throat.

THE HUNGRY PYTHON : A Cautionary Tale

The Python was unbelievably hungry. He hadn’t eaten in over a week and his last meal had been nothing more substantial than a very small bush pig that, to a python with a healthy appetite, was no more than a meagre snack.

He slithered about all over the jungle looking for food but found nothing (and no one) to eat - until he ran across a scrawny little Mouse who was sitting in a state of some irritation attempting to bite his way into a large nut. Regardless of how hard he nibbled, there seemed to be no way of cracking through the shell. So busy was the Mouse that he didn’t notice the snake sidling up to him.

“Hold it right there!” hissed the Python and, when the Mouse looked up, he fixed him rigid with his famous hypnotic gaze. “Permit me to make the introductions,” he went on teasingly (he had never listened to his mother when she told him not to play with his food), “I am a python and you are a mouse who is shortly about to become my lunch!”

“In that case,” said the Mouse, “I shan’t be needing this…” and he dropped the nut.

“How do you mean?” asked the Python, a tad confused.

“Well,” the Mouse explained, “There’s no point in my bothering to eat a nut if I’m about to be eaten myself. Why should I fatten myself up just for you?”

“Well, since you ask,” replied the Python, “because I’m extremely hungry and you are a very small mouse. So, anything that makes you a more satisfying snack, is all to the good! I will accord you the privilege given to every condemned prisoner facing the gallows: you may enjoy a hearty last meal! I will wait until you have eaten your nut.”

“Then you will have a very LONG wait,” said the Mouse, “because I can’t break open the shell.”

The Python gave a patronising hiss. “That’s easy!” he said. “I can get that open in no time.”

“Very well, then,” sighed the Mouse, “You open the nut, I’ll eat it and then you can eat me!”

So, the snake opened his jaws wide and sank his fangs deep into the nutshell but it didn’t break. Not only that, but he found that, having bitten so deeply, he couldn’t pull his teeth out again. They were fixed fast.

The Python shook his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the nut but without success. In focusing on this unexpected difficulty, the snake had to release his hypnotic gaze on the Mouse, who scampered off, laughing loudly, leaving the Python - whose his jaw was beginning to ache badly - to consider the high price of greediness and the fact that food today was becoming less and less cooperative!


© Brian Sibley 2006

Monday, 5 June 2006

MONDAY SUN-DAY

Today dawned with blue skies, sunshine and all things bright and beautiful; so, having spent hardly any time with one another over the weekend, and knowing that the same would be true of week ahead, David and I headed off to Brighton where we had a very relaxing day and caught the sun - in my case rather painfully: which was obviously some kind of judgement for having run away to play on a day when most people are trapped in work!

Brighton is so comfortingly unchanging - except for the further collapse of the dinosaur bones that are the last remnant of the West Pier and the arrival of some hairy-scary new attractions on the Palace Pier. For the rest, it is much as it’s been for a good few generations. Indeed, some things haven’t really changed since Queen Victoria stayed at the Royal Pavilion and Lewis Carroll rode Volk’s Electric Railway along the promenade.

My lobster impressions aside, it was really very restful and refreshing. I think, more than anything, I should like to live beside the seaside… My anxieties and tensions seem to wash away in the turning tide and I feel calmed, soothed and de-stressed.

Of course, this is scarcely surprising since, as one born under the sign of Cancer the Crab (the central water sign of the Zodiac), I am merely responding to my astral nature and the relentlessly restless pull of the moon… Not, I would add, that I believe in all that astrology nonsense for one moment --- which, incidentally, is a typically Cancerian response!

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WHICH WORLD? WHAT CUP?

Only
four
football-free
days
left
and
NO
PLACE
to
HIDE!


If there were ever a time to hope
that there is some truth in accounts
of Alien Abductions
it is ---
NOW!


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Sunday, 4 June 2006

BURNING SATIRE

I realised just how old I am today when, sitting in the Clapham Picture House watching an advance screening of 'Thank You for Smoking', I couldn't help but remember the days of my cinema-going youth when everyone not only smoked on the movie-screen, but also in the movie-houses!

Indeed, when I relinquished my Bette Davis fag-habit and moved on to a Bing Crosby pipe, I used to regularly stoke up my briar and fill the circle at the Odeon Bromley with swirling clouds of 'Holland House' tobacco, which had a curious aroma akin to that of a custard-factory.

Anyway, Jason Reitman's debut feature is a smart, sharp, satirical stab at the more ludicrous absurdities of political correctness and nannying tendencies of modern day society.

Tobacco industry spin-doctor, Nick Naylor, is mercifully denied the last-reel redemption that most movie studios allegedly wanted before agreeing to release this film; nevertheless, whilst the importance of individual responsibility and personal freedom is the main message, the perils of smoking (the equivalent to two jumbo jets of people dying of lung cancer every day) are an itchingly uncomfortable element of this deviously funny film.

See my friend Irascible Ian's Blog for a fuller (and 'spot-on') review. My own favourite moment was Rob Lowe as a movie mogul devising a 'stars smoking' scenario for a space movie in which Brad Pitt and Catherine Zeta-Jones would enjoy a post-coital ciggie while suspended in zero gravity!

And when the lights finally came up, I could only smile - maybe just a tad wistfully at the innocence with which we walked with death - at that memory of a time when the cinema floor was covered not with spilled popcorn but with fag-ends!

BELIEVE IT OR NOT

Yesterday, at the Magic Circle’s annual Collector’s Day, I was watching amazing footage of the legendary American ‘Thought Reader’ Joseph Dunninger: “I don’t read minds - I just read thoughts…”

When discussing his effects, Dunninger (1892-1975) was always enigmatic: neither claiming supernatural powers, not admitting to using magicians’ techniques.

A phrase used at the conclusion of one of his shows struck me as being the key to understanding the nature of all human belief in any of the many mysteries of life from magical trickery to religious faith:

“For those who believe, no explanation is necessary. For those who do not believe, no explanation is possible.”

Saturday, 3 June 2006

TIME TRAVEL

A recent blog by my friend Soph (‘Polkadots’ on my Links listing) reveals that time operates in a different - and seemingly more generous fashion - in Spain. So, pop off and see what she says and then come back and I’ll continue…………….

OK? Well, I believe that Soph is probably touching on something deeply profound - maybe even a discovery that will put Einstein’s revelations about relativity in the equivalent of the Spanish mid-day shade.

The truth is, time is not really as simple as it seems when they teach us how to read a clock in primary school… If it were, it would not be possible to read three back-issues of ‘Marie Clare’ (all with the crosswords filled in), two ‘Hello’ magazines (with the last page of most stories torn out because they had shopping coupons on the other side) and a 1973 copy of ‘The Reader’s Digest’ (containing an article entitled “My Prostate and I”) while waiting at the dentist's to have a root-canal filling...

QUESTION

Apropos yesterday’s quote from Ray Bradbury, here’s an interesting question from our friend, Michael: “When people talk about the Big Bang Theory, does anyone actually know what exactly it was that WENT bang?”

Friday, 2 June 2006

EXPLANATION





"Life is questions, not answers..."

- Ray Bradbury











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