Mr. Wodehouse kills me. (I am Being Dramatic, I know.) He steals every scene. Every. Scene. If there was a T.V show with just he and Miss. Bates, I'd watch it. I'd watch it all.
Tag: films
films swooning (and Wodehouse)
And then - just to make it that more interesting, they shoved in so many fade to blacks, it's like the movie is constantly swooning.
Great, Great Grandfather’s Bones!
I am always thoroughly delighted to find new pieces of 'writing' music. The first, Eliza's Aria from the Wild Swans ballet, I knew previously from a Lloyds Bank ad on T.V. But oh, it does make my fingers skip across the keyboard. It is possible to grow tired of this piece ... but only if… Continue reading Great, Great Grandfather’s Bones!
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