We talk in C, you talk in F

To those not getting the title, think temperatures. Here in the UK, as with so many parts of the world, we do them in Centigrade. But the US is one of few now that still does them in Fahrenheit. It means I still tend to think in the latter, because otherwise most of my friends across the Pond would think it was always below freezing over here. It does give me some fun moments over here when talking to Brits, and I do temperatures in F, and they look at me as if crazy lol.

Of course thats just one of numerous things that despite supposedly talking the same language, English, that is different between us, and the US. We put a u in so many words that Americans dont, and we pronounce words differently too. And thats before you even get to the whole lift/elevator thing too.

Anyway, last week one of my fellow EMCSA writers did a play on this in his story

https://mcstories.com/SnapsToClicks/index.html

No, I dont know which side of the pond he’s actually on, by the way.

Of course the snag with a story like this is that most of the amusement is lost unless you travel between the UK, and the US, like I do. Mind, to add to the confusion, though strictly we are now a metric country, all the road signposts are still in miles, not kilometres, and all our horse racing is still in miles, furlongs, and yards too, not metres. Yes, I remember when Ireland was changing between the two, you would find signposts in miles, others in kilometres, and no clue as to which was which, beyond (but not infallibly) the age of the signs, in that old ones would be miles, new ones kilometres, but anyway…

OK, the video, one of the songs most suitable for the issue discussed. It proves that not only could Fred, and Ginger dance in shoes (her in heels), but on roller skates too!

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I had the craziest dream

In hindsight, I probably should have done these blogs the other way round tonight, because though you could make a case for lateral mind control here, in all truth, its probably just a very weird dream. Whereas a piece about escort girls…rolls eyes…?

Tuesday morning, as seems to be more the case nowadays, due to my ‘old lady bladder’, I got up in the middle of the night, to ease a problem, then went back to bed, about 4 in the morning, and thanks to my strong painkillers, back into a deep sleep. Shortly after that, things got weird.

I know you dont always remember dreams, but this one is ingrained on my memories. Clearly I was seeing things through my eyes, as I never saw me once in my dream. Where I was, seemed to be a very large building, and all the rooms were filled with the movie stars of the past. But get this, not as they were in the 1930’s, but more like how they were in the 1970’s, or 80’s. Ginger Rogers was there, William Powell was there, and a few more, but they were old! I had a feeling like I was greeting them, as they arrived somewhere, the obvious answer being the afterlife.

But how on Earth was I doing this, I was young, if not very pretty when they passed away, and definitely still on Earth. I did wonder if it was a foreboding that I’m about to join that ‘Actors Guild’ in the sky, but why would they be waiting to greet a little bit part actress like me? Hey, if they are going to greet me, my time can be nigh, lol.

Then I put my logic hat on, and wondered…? Was I seeing things through Clara Johnson’s eyes, in that celestial home? Was it her greeting her old friends from her dancing days, as they arrived in heaven? Who knows, but it just all seemed so real, that…? And no, I didnt see Jean with Bill, lol! Might have given something away, as she would still have been young, of course?

I’ll probably never dream it again, and lets face it, even if it does happen after I pass away, I’m not going to be able to tell you in a blog, lol! 😛

OK, this song was an obvious choice, but finding a live version of it was far more complex. So, going back to 1942 for this…

Flying down to Blackpool?

Oh, lets face it, doesnt have quite the same ring as Rio, does it? And no, in March, I will be going by train, believe me. Well, given it will involve First Trans Pennine Express, and Northern Rail, maybe I should say, should be going by train, lol?

Yes, off to Blackpool again in March, for the film festival, and this time, with more planning, I’m working on a longer stay. Its handy that its the weekend of my birthday in that sense, as I will be off work anyway.

Seemingly one of the themes for next year is Hollywood glamour, which leads to a distinct possibility that I might yet get to have my ‘Clara Johnson’ chorus line moment, in suitable attire, which should be fun! Seems like the 42nd Street dance team that have been hired for the event might have a couple of extra, slightly less talented dancers on the team, lol!

So yes, if you want to see me make a fool of myself like that (or not), then you might want to arrange to be in Blackpool from 15th – 17th March, 2019, just saying…!

But why I picked this particular title, and this particular musical (no, its not 42nd Street) is because of something I learned about a wonderful friend today. She did what is termed as wing walking a while back, something I offer her my utmost admiration for doing. Of course she was secured, but even so…Oh fine, if someone had offered me the chance, when younger, I might have said yes, but…not sure I would now, other than for huge amounts of sponsorship, lol! 😛

Which brought me back to this. Yes, Clara Johnson is among the girls on the planes, though more a case of looking pretty here, than doing a sensational dance routine. In truth, I suspect she was probably about 30 feet (10 metres?) maximum off the ground, in front of a screen, and behind a fan, but anyway… Lets face it, they’re not going to let a girl actually fall a long way from an actual plane, over the sea, are they? Especially as one was Ginger Rogers…? Yes, just checked, not really in flight!

All the same, it looked amazing, I must say. As for Angie, and doing it for real, so uch admiration!

Right, video time. Yes, its that movie, and yes, its that shoot. No, thats one thing Clara ‘did’ that is going to take a lot of money for a good cause to get me to do, lol!

 

We’re in the money!

No, seriously, I’m not, so if anyone has got a spare thousand, or two, I’d really appreciate it. But on a more serious note… Back to the 1930’s, and…Inspired by this article, handily linked by a lovely friend

http://filmsinreview.com/2010/09/24/the-gold-diggers-in-hollywood/2/

One reason I’ve noticed for numerous retirements among chorus line dancers, was the fact that after a couple of years (maybe more, maybe less?), they didnt get worn out by the non stop nature of their work, but they went off and got married. The thing thats significant about that fact, is that they werent tending to be marrying their boyhood sweetheart, or anyone like that, a large number of them got married to wealthy men, a number of whom seem to have been a ‘little bit more mature’ than their new young wives.

Of course, the burning question I’m wondering is whether these wealthy men were after a trophy, attractive wife, who had an element of fame, in the sense they’d probably seen them dancing in chorus lines in the movies, or did these young ladies, with their moment of fame, go searching for a wealthy husband, as the article suggests, going gold digging?

My suspicion would be there would be six of one, half dozen of the other, but it makes for an intriguing question, especially in the depression era. But were those men hooked by ladies looking for a comfortable life, or did those young girls get influenced by money being waved in front of their eyes? Hmm?

No, before you ask, from as much as I can tell, Clara Johnson was neither gold digging, or gold dug, for want of a better term, but given the limited info she gave up, and the fact that she might have been coy with details, who knows? 😉

But fine, I guess if I’m young, pretty and talented, and some slightly older man waves a lot of money in your face, to go off and be his wife, I might not have turned him down either!

Right, video time. If anyone hasnt guessed the song, I’m shocked. Its Ginger Rogers at her best, pre Astaire days. Some pig latin thrown in for good measure, and yes, a certain Miss Johnson is among the dancing chorus line here! Song actually starts at 1:02 if you want to jump straight to it.

I’m in some money!

I always put it down to my Yorkshire background, that I’ve always been careful with money. I know, most of my youth was spent ‘down south’, but I seemed to take that piece of Yorkshire with me. Dont get me wrong, if I’ve needed to spend money, I’ve spent it, but when it comes to just spending it, for the sake of it, I’m awful at that!

Which is why I’ve got 2 ‘rewards’ this year, totalling £40 (I know, definitely not Trump money lol), and so far havent spent a penny of it. I know, treat myself, just go with it, but I’m not good at that. In truth, I had planned to buy a new pair of shoes (needed) with the £15 voucher, but I would need to go to the shoe shop for that (can only buy from store in shop, not online, even though they have a website), and in current weather, well, I dont fancy doing that. I had thought of going into town on Thursday, and doing that, but then I discovered the pair I was using had holes in the soles, so unusable, and another pair I had, have got solid backs, and tore my heels to pieces when I wore them to the Surgery on Thursday. So in the end, I ordered them online, paid on my own card, so I’ve still got that voucher. Yes, I need to find out what I can order online with it lol! Some company called One4All, which will probably mean nothing to my US readers, and probably most of my UK readers too!

The other £25 voucher is from work, and I chose Amazon as the lucky site to deposit it at. In truth, I’d love a flapper style dress, but most of those are pretty short (the 2 I already have are above the knee), and at my age, I’m not sure I should be flashing my legs that much! So no, I’ve put myself off buying one, as a waste, even though its not really my money. No, cant find a nice maxi length one, because of course, young flappers never wore maxi length dresses! I did see a lovely alien suit, but seriously, when am I really going to wear it, even if it would be fun, so…

I know, I really must just buy something, seriously! Ah well…

OK, the video. I’m in vintage mood tonight, making this a double for 30’s movie clips. The amusing thing here, is how far down the cast list that Ginger Rogers is! Yes, made just before she made it famous with Astaire! Of course, lots of chorus line dancers here, at least a couple of whom could be Clara Johnson, they look similar, but they are on screen so briefly that either of them could be her, or neither of them! But yes, in a very small sense, the song is true for me!