Cigarette commercials were banned today in 1965 on British television. This was a great shame because they all revolved around the suave and sophisticated and were great fun. Only jet-setting playboys such as Peter Stuyvesant and fascinating blokes in trench coats were ever alone with their Strands.
What do we have now? Tobacco kiosks in supermarkets with shutters down and sad old addicts hanging around pub doorways, inhaling desperately.
Isn't it about time our kind and caring society made lepers out of other minority groups, like vegans and global warmers?
And, just so you know (as recorded messages constantly remind us), I am not and never have been a smoker, although I was brought up by parents who, on waking, reached for their fags, their glasses and their teeth in that order.
In other news ...
Franz Liszt died today. So did Ignatius Loyola and Jim Reeves.
What is going on.
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Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Thursday, 26 January 2012
26th January
Let me take you back to a magic time. It was January 26 1978 and technical staff at the EMI record company refused to press a disc of the Buzzcocks because they found the B side offensive. I don't know why they didn't find the A side offensive too but I was probably out of step with the music world even then. I was more your Doris Day, Rosemary Clooney, Jim Reeves kind of guy. Even Cliff Richard was a little risque ...
In other news ...
If you read the blog of yesterday, you'll know that Al Capone passed away in 1947. In 1973 screen bad guy Edward G Robinson made his exit stage left as well. 'Mother of God, is this the end of Edward G Robinson?' I rather liked the way he went in Soylent Green, being quietly euthanased to Beethoven's Pastoral. He'd probably have preferred a hail of bullets but you can't have everything.
Some days in history just don't have much happening. January 26 is like one of those days from childhood when you were staying with your Granny. You know, the one you didn't see much of, the one with the moustache, the funny eye and that rather distressing smell you couldn't quite identify. It was just a day like any other, but it seemed longer and when it was over you couldn't quite understand what it was all about and what you had done in it. That day was probably 26 January.
In other news ...
If you read the blog of yesterday, you'll know that Al Capone passed away in 1947. In 1973 screen bad guy Edward G Robinson made his exit stage left as well. 'Mother of God, is this the end of Edward G Robinson?' I rather liked the way he went in Soylent Green, being quietly euthanased to Beethoven's Pastoral. He'd probably have preferred a hail of bullets but you can't have everything.
Some days in history just don't have much happening. January 26 is like one of those days from childhood when you were staying with your Granny. You know, the one you didn't see much of, the one with the moustache, the funny eye and that rather distressing smell you couldn't quite identify. It was just a day like any other, but it seemed longer and when it was over you couldn't quite understand what it was all about and what you had done in it. That day was probably 26 January.
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