The repair man arrived dead on time to fix the Beligo's broken windscreen. He was polite, informative and friendly and was happy for me to move the car onto the field so that he had space to do the repairs. He liked the Scotties (who were busy chewing on some cow bones) but seemed a little nervous of the small circle of hens that had formed to watch him work."I don't really like hens" he explained......and he pointed at the pigs in the distance adding "I am not a lover of pigs either!.......but the things I can't stand at all are turkeys!"I laughed thinking he was joking, and with brilliant comic timing I pointed to a spot ten feed behind him!He turned to see Boris (who had crept up silently to see what was going on) IN FULL ROMANTIC DISPLAY and the little chap "gobbled " away in full turkey volume.I thought the poor man was going to faint! "Jesus !!" he shouted and literally jumped 5 feet in the air! He wasn't kidding, he was pathologically frightened of turkeys!I had to pick Boris up and shut him into his house for the duration of the repairs.....I made the poor chap a large coffee in way of an apology
I spent most of my shift in a side room last night comforting a distressed patient. To pass the time (in those long periods when he seemed still and comfortable) I contented myself with recalling my top ten screen nuns! Yes I know it sounds a little bizarre, but it did help me pass the time a little quicker on a very long 12 hour shift.The previous short ten blogs, indicate the level of my thinking between 4 and 6 am!!!Today I have found with some horror that the buffs have lice!!! Just what I didn't need after a knackering shift. I have spent most of the day scrubbing out hen houses, powdering the buff's bums with insecticide and inoculating as many hens as I could with panomec....oh the shame I feel like a parent with a kid with their first batch of nits!!!
I first saw The Nun's Story when I was around ten, and even then I knew I was watching something rather special. The story of the trials and tribulations of Sister Luke (the amazing Audrey Hepburn), was filmed in an almost documentary style by Fred Zinnemann, and some beautifully crafted scenes of the austere convent life were sandwiched between some shockingly effective dramatic pieces ( the attack on sister Luke by an violent psychiatric patient being a standout)
Not my favourite Nun, but almost...........Deborah Kerr, shaky of faith and full of pride and memories she is the flawed and beautiful heroine of Black Narcissus.She always looked good in a white habit!
It is a strange fact but an elderly starchy dutch nun, with big feet, became a household name in the 1980s POW series Tenko. Played by Patricia Lawrence, Sister Ulrica was separated from her convent and teamed up with the motley group of British prisoners, acting as their conscience and counsellor.......she gave up her habit in series three and was forced to wear an old night dress by the filthy Japs......hey ho
Do Nuns actually wear this sort of box-on-head habit?.Anyhow I absolutely love Sister Act. A ropey choir that needs plucky maverick "nun" Goldberg to kick some ass is this camp classic of the early 1990s. Great to see the musical stage version opens in the West End in a month or so.........
Black Narcissus again, and the somber,wise and ever so melancholy performance by Flora Robson as Sister Philippa is one of the most memorable things in this Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger classic. She is the gardening loving oldest nun of the small 5 strong group of missionaries battling faith,natives, and the strange atmosphere of the Himalayas.Robson's quiet sadness, I always think is incredibly moving
I have always loved Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison (1957) A Sexy, decent and blue collar Marine Robert Mitchum is shipwrecked with an Irish Nun on a pacific island overrun by the Japanese during World War 2............will they survive? and not a stain on her white habit too!!!!
The repair man arrived dead on time to fix the Beligo's broken windscreen. He was polite, informative and friendly and was happy for me to move the car onto the field so that he had space to do the repairs. He liked the Scotties (who were busy chewing on some cow bones) but seemed a little nervous of the small circle of hens that had formed to watch him work.
