You really are going to have to stop howling at the moon
OK, but I am not sure that I will be able to contain myself when we have a full moon on May 30.
The Professionals was one of my favourite programmes. Loved both Martin Shaw & Lewis Collins. Also really enjoyed Judge John Deed.
If you haven’t already, you must catch him in
Inspector George Gently.
Not a patch on Rumpole of The Bailey with the wonderful Leo McKern. If memory serves he too was one of your fellow countrymen.
Correct. Did you know he shared a characteristic with Les – he was one-eyed. In Leo’s case it was literal, he lost an eye in an accident when he was 15. In Les’s case, it is metaphorical, and it is because he is a dedicated Brisbaneophile, especially when it comes to beer and football teams.
If you get a chance you might Enjoy Leo in
Travelling North. Great story- great scenery.
Travelling North - Trailer I've been pondering the dinner guest question. So far I've only come up with Michael Vaughan....
I think this was a great idea from Cmh but I am having some difficulty. It is easy to pick 5 people who you would like to have dinner with. But would they be compatible with each other. For example, If I chose Mahatma Gandhi and Sir Les Paterson to sit opposite each other even I, not known for my sensitivity, could see that it might not work. I could easy pick a dozen forumites I would like to invite to dinner but if I had to shortlist to 5, would the others feel slighted. Back to the drawing board.
Can't believe Les played hookey
There was a time in Australia when jobs fell off trees and it was assumed jobs were for life, taking a sickie was a national sport. Not so much now when security of employment is no longer taken for granted. But I guess Les knows he is irreplaceable.
Must skidaddle as I need to find some words.
Have you thought of looking in the dictionary.
Speaking of birds and dogs as we were yesterday, I will leave you with the joke of the week from Peter FitzSimons in the
Sydney Morning Herald today,
A courier up Gulargambone way has just been asked to deliver a package to a place he’s never been before, on the western side of town. He arrives at the address and sees a big sign marked “Beware of the parrot!” nailed to a tree. Looking down the garden path, he spies, sure enough, a parrot sitting on its perch. With a little chuckle to himself, and without a worry in the world, he opens the gate and walks into the garden. He gets as far as the parrot’s perch, when suddenly it calls out: “Brutus, attack."