I don't if its the accent, but you have so many Brits who are great talkers. They interviewed some Uk fans after the world cup loss and they all funny and interesting to listen to. Their announcers are usually better too. A great variety of accents.
"Bruce Robinson (born 2 May 1946) is an English actor, director, screenwriter and novelist. He wrote and directed Withnail and I (1987), a film with comic and tragic elements set in London in the late 1960s, which drew on his experiences as a struggling actor, living in poverty in Camden Town. He was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay for The Killing Fields (1984). As an actor, he has worked with Franco Zeffirelli, Ken Russell and François Truffaut."
If he worked with Ken Russell, I might be a bit nervous, as was the journalist. Still, he seems delightful in that British way. I have my father's obsessive stamp collection on the top of my hallway bookcases. On either side is a Virgin Mary statue. I am of Italian descent -- the house is stuffed with religious statuary and pictures of saints. I used to go with my father to stamp and coin shows in motel meeting rooms, first in upstate New York, then off Peachtree. For fifty years. I collected coins. We mingled with men who had actual pocket holders for their magnifying glasses and perfectly sharpened pencils. We were all engrossed. Those were our gentle people.
The real estate agent, a gentleman, sat me down and said I had to store all of my rosaries, icons, statues, and Dante-esque circles of hell painting replicas in the shed for him to show the house. He offered to have them profesionally packaged and stored in his office for free.
Tina, a relative's in-laws were selling the home of a deceased parent and didn't get around to removing the "20 + C + M + B + yy" that the parish priest had written in chalk above one of the doorways. It closed the deal for the Mexican couple that ended up buying the house.
I had a similar incident with a room mate who it seemed was asking if I'd like to go with him to the whore-house to hang out and get a drink. After about 20 times of asking him to repeat himself, it all became clear: There was a restaurant/bar in Sun Valley called the ore house.
With his book of stickers and other assorted detritus in the pages, I get the sense that he is a dedicated 'potterer', in the classical English sense of the word.
I did occur to me, after hearing him refer to his 'lemon' as a 'peach', that he probably actually did intentionally say 'cock' instead of 'clock', just to wind the poor sod up.
No one does autistic eccentricity with the enthusiasm and panache that the English are known for.
They even have a very specific word for this sort of fellow who is obsessed with logging and categorizing the minutiae of some inconsequential field of study. These men (and they are nearly all men) are called "anoraks", taken from the waterproof jackets typically worn by trainspotters, a major subcategory of eccentric anoraks.
They are also sometimes called "rivet counters" for their interest in the minor details that separate one kind of locomotive, ship, firearm, or airplane from another.
I'll cut this guy some slack for writing the screenplay of "The Killing Fields". The Left took a torpedo amidships with that movie. Along with Solzhenitsyn's works, it probably helped topple communism a decade sooner than it might have taken otherwise.
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23 comments:
It certainly is a lovely peach.
No wonder England is lost.
Ha! Both of those videos were cool. I'd like to meet that guy. He'd be fun to hang out with, I think.
Do you like a pay-ch? love the accent. Funny story too. Guess the Yankee journalist didnt want to wind up a cock.
I don't if its the accent, but you have so many Brits who are great talkers. They interviewed some Uk fans after the world cup loss and they all funny and interesting to listen to. Their announcers are usually better too. A great variety of accents.
Well, what happened next after the ding dong?
"Bruce Robinson (born 2 May 1946) is an English actor, director, screenwriter and novelist. He wrote and directed Withnail and I (1987), a film with comic and tragic elements set in London in the late 1960s, which drew on his experiences as a struggling actor, living in poverty in Camden Town. He was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay for The Killing Fields (1984). As an actor, he has worked with Franco Zeffirelli, Ken Russell and François Truffaut."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Robinson
He played Benvolio in the Zeffirelli "Romeo and Juliet": Romeo and Juliet (1968): https://youtu.be/Pg2vu4O32iE?si=8YI0rPQ4QayE8ceq&t=45
I love these clips but it looks like a lemon to me!
He was married to Lesley-Ann Down, aka Georgina, who I fell in love with at 10.
"A country pursuit. Many of us do it around here in Hereford."
If there’s a rail station there they might consider trainspotting, just to liven things up a bit.
When life gives you peaches, you make Bellinis.
**Tattycoram said...I love these clips but it looks like a lemon to me!**
I was waiting for someone to say that. Yes, it does look a lot like a lemon. And he said peach several times so it's not a misspeak.
**Known Unknown said...When life gives you peaches, you make Bellinis.**
When life gives you peaches, make lemonade.
Well, that's one way to start a relationship!
He is the Herefordshire Shelby Foote.
Definitely not a peach. He needs more labels on his fruit, not less.
I think peach was a joke. It's funny.
If he worked with Ken Russell, I might be a bit nervous, as was the journalist. Still, he seems delightful in that British way. I have my father's obsessive stamp collection on the top of my hallway bookcases. On either side is a Virgin Mary statue. I am of Italian descent -- the house is stuffed with religious statuary and pictures of saints. I used to go with my father to stamp and coin shows in motel meeting rooms, first in upstate New York, then off Peachtree. For fifty years. I collected coins. We mingled with men who had actual pocket holders for their magnifying glasses and perfectly sharpened pencils. We were all engrossed. Those were our gentle people.
The real estate agent, a gentleman, sat me down and said I had to store all of my rosaries, icons, statues, and Dante-esque circles of hell painting replicas in the shed for him to show the house. He offered to have them profesionally packaged and stored in his office for free.
There are quiet, kind people everywhere.
Tina, a relative's in-laws were selling the home of a deceased parent and didn't get around to removing the "20 + C + M + B + yy" that the parish priest had written in chalk above one of the doorways. It closed the deal for the Mexican couple that ended up buying the house.
I had a similar incident with a room mate who it seemed was asking if I'd like to go with him to the whore-house to hang out and get a drink. After about 20 times of asking him to repeat himself, it all became clear: There was a restaurant/bar in Sun Valley called the ore house.
With his book of stickers and other assorted detritus in the pages, I get the sense that he is a dedicated 'potterer', in the classical English sense of the word.
I did occur to me, after hearing him refer to his 'lemon' as a 'peach', that he probably actually did intentionally say 'cock' instead of 'clock', just to wind the poor sod up.
No one does autistic eccentricity with the enthusiasm and panache that the English are known for.
They even have a very specific word for this sort of fellow who is obsessed with logging and categorizing the minutiae of some inconsequential field of study. These men (and they are nearly all men) are called "anoraks", taken from the waterproof jackets typically worn by trainspotters, a major subcategory of eccentric anoraks.
They are also sometimes called "rivet counters" for their interest in the minor details that separate one kind of locomotive, ship, firearm, or airplane from another.
I'll cut this guy some slack for writing the screenplay of "The Killing Fields". The Left took a torpedo amidships with that movie. Along with Solzhenitsyn's works, it probably helped topple communism a decade sooner than it might have taken otherwise.
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