- 28-04-2012, 19:36 #1
John Le Mesurier: It's All Been Rather Lovely
Warming indulgent nostalgic insight into the English dilettante par excellence:-
BBC iPlayer - John Le Mesurier: It's All Been Rather Lovely
Have met many Le Mesuriers over the years, quite a few teachers, execs and someone we produce quite brilliantly."As we moved slowly through the outskirts of the town we passed row after row of little grey slum houses running at right angles to the embankment. At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick up the leaden waste-pipe which ran from the sink inside and which I suppose was blocked. I had time to see everything about her - her sacking apron, her clumsy clogs, her arms reddened by the cold. She looked up as the train passed, and I was almost near enough to catch her eye." Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier
- 28-04-2012, 19:39 #2
i recorded that - am looking forward to it
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, ( camel blue in one hand - need a new one here as I stopped smoking on 30th December...................), wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOW!!! WHAT A RIDE !!!!!!!!!!!
- 28-04-2012, 19:42 #3
I really enjoyed it but it was rather sad, a lovely gentleman.
Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep. ~Catherine O'Hara
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- 28-04-2012, 19:57 #4
Great programme, but here is the spoiler he dies in the end.
Bill Shankly "If Everton were playing at the bottom of the garden, I'd pull the curtains."
- 28-04-2012, 20:03 #5"As we moved slowly through the outskirts of the town we passed row after row of little grey slum houses running at right angles to the embankment. At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick up the leaden waste-pipe which ran from the sink inside and which I suppose was blocked. I had time to see everything about her - her sacking apron, her clumsy clogs, her arms reddened by the cold. She looked up as the train passed, and I was almost near enough to catch her eye." Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier
- 28-04-2012, 20:13 #6
- 28-04-2012, 20:17 #7
i am watching tonight's episode of Dad's Army as I type
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, ( camel blue in one hand - need a new one here as I stopped smoking on 30th December...................), wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOW!!! WHAT A RIDE !!!!!!!!!!!
- 28-04-2012, 20:21 #8
In his own words, he conked out.
"He died at his Ramsgate home, from a stomach haemorrhage, (caused by cirrhosis) on 15 November 1983, aged 71.[11] He is buried in the churchyard of the Church of St. George the Martyr, Church Hill, Ramsgate. His self-penned death notice in The Times stated that he had "conked out" and that he "sadly misses family and friends"."Electronic copy. Signed on the original...
- 28-04-2012, 20:27 #9
- 28-04-2012, 20:32 #10
Thoroughly nice chap but too nice for his own good , let his wife's boyfriend move in with them !




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