Steepholm's Dream Diary: 23

Nothing to report on last night's dreams, which were a big bubbling mess of daytime worries, slightly stirred with a dash of angostura bitters.

Steepholm's Dream Diary: 23

Nothing to report on last night's dreams, which were a big bubbling mess of daytime worries, slightly stirred with a dash of angostura bitters.

You are Insufficiently Cart. Please Remedy (1971)

I’ve been meaning to see this movie, ultimately released under the snappier title Get Carter, for years, and the other day I took my chance when I spotted it on VHS in a charity shop.

Actually, it was well worth watching, though artier and with a far slower start than I’d expected. I’m guessing that the title established the precedent for later revenge flicks such as Kill Bill and its 15- and PG-rated tie-ins, Kick Mick and Wedgie Reggie. But I have two questions:

1. Was it obligatory for British films of the early seventies to include a mildly hallucinatory sequence in which Britt Ekland pleasured herself? I mean, was it actually written into her contract, or what?

2. At what point after 1971 did the people of Newcastle develop Geordie accents? They certainly had them by the mid-‘80s, when I used to visit.

You are Insufficiently Cart. Please Remedy (1971)

I’ve been meaning to see this movie, ultimately released under the snappier title Get Carter, for years, and the other day I took my chance when I spotted it on VHS in a charity shop.

Actually, it was well worth watching, though artier and with a far slower start than I’d expected. I’m guessing that the title established the precedent for later revenge flicks such as Kill Bill and its 15- and PG-rated tie-ins, Kick Mick and Wedgie Reggie. But I have two questions:

1. Was it obligatory for British films of the early seventies to include a mildly hallucinatory sequence in which Britt Ekland pleasured herself? I mean, was it actually written into her contract, or what?

2. At what point after 1971 did the people of Newcastle develop Geordie accents? They certainly had them by the mid-‘80s, when I used to visit.

In Which I Have a Blimp on my Shoulder

In just over a year my department will be moving up to the main university campus, away from our shabby-picturesque mid-nineteenth-century site in Fishponds. I'm not particularly relishing the move, even though the facilities there are better. For a start, I always get lost (and I've been going there for twenty years now); but also, I find I often see things that make me want to write a letter to the Daily Telegraph beginning with the words "Why oh why". And I don't want to be that person.

Like today - I went to buy a coffee at one of the cafes there. Here's the scene, a bit out of focus I'm afraid, ( as I was being watched by the Coffee Cops and had to work fast )

And then there's this sign, ( outside a building where I had a meeting today )

In Which I Have a Blimp on my Shoulder

In just over a year my department will be moving up to the main university campus, away from our shabby-picturesque mid-nineteenth-century site in Fishponds. I'm not particularly relishing the move, even though the facilities there are better. For a start, I always get lost (and I've been going there for twenty years now); but also, I find I often see things that make me want to write a letter to the Daily Telegraph beginning with the words "Why oh why". And I don't want to be that person.

Like today - I went to buy a coffee at one of the cafes there. Here's the scene, a bit out of focus I'm afraid, ( as I was being watched by the Coffee Cops and had to work fast )

And then there's this sign, ( outside a building where I had a meeting today )