In January 2002 a few of us old Cartmelians made our way to the hallowed ground of Lancaster University. Those present were James, Harry, Rob, Loz and Kevin. Had the years mellowed us? Did we spend the weekend talking about our villas in Tuscany and our tax returns? Have we in fact, grown up at all? Well here, James and my good self take you through the weekend's events...we're sorry about what you are about to read.
Confessions of a Dangerous Mind really shouldn't work. Chuck Barris' autobiographical tale of rising to the top of US TV production, writing hit songs and, apparently, a secret life as a CIA hitman contains such disparate visual and thematic concepts it's surely a recipe for disaster.
Yet somehow George Clooney, making his directorial debut, has hung these images together to create a funny, touching, disturbing and entertaining movie. Barris (Rockwell), an inveterate womaniser, sought to make it big in TV in the 1960s. Eventually he struck gold with The Dating Game, known in the UK as Blind Date. His career in television spanned over two decades and brought more successes in the form of shows such as The Newlywed Game and The Gong Show, which he also hosted.
An account of the epic journey of one James and one Harry. Their quest, to return to Lancaster University in autumn 2001 and see what fun could be had by a pair of ex-students in their former stomping ground.
Remembering a childhood classic now, in the form of my rant about the political ideas behind a certain episode of Bagpus. Well as you remember, Emily, the little girl who seemed to have somehow become a shop owner, goodness knows how, judging by the Victorian setting she should have been up a chimney somewhere, or losing fingers under a Spinning Jenny.
But I'm digressing. Erm... so Emily would bring broken object d'art along to her shop and her demon possessed toys would renovate them so she could sell the items at hugely inflated prices. Great scam isn't it? The junior necromancer conjures forth life from an organ, some stuffed toys, and a bookend and uses them for her own nefarious capitalist means. And some Christians complain about Harry Potter. At least he didn't breath life into a wooden bookend to give it a superiority complex and to oppress working class possessed mice.