Carry on....where?

Am at my wits end. Lady buyer was supposed to have paid for a surveyor a week ago. Have we heard anything? Have we shite? Why are they being so slow? So absolutely terrified we are going to lose the house we want. So absolutely terrified we will be stuck here forever.

And once you have the survey done, it doesn't stop there. The buyers have to ooh and aah at all the shit things in this house that need to be done. That would slow things up too.

Saw a house for sale that I've always liked up the main road. Cheered me slightly, thought we'd go and look at it. Until I looked up the price - £454,0000 - yes, I know. Three bedroom, fifties semi detached. So prices are creeping up again. Well, thats us screwed! There might be a one bedroom flat in Feltham we could afford. Am so broke up.

To comfort myself I watched Carry On Loving on BBC2. People generally slag off this film but I think its great! Nearly every line has a double-entendre! My top three are Carry On Camping, Carry On Cleo and this one...

Son walks in in the middle of it. What year was this film? , he asks. 1970 I reply. Oh, he says , are they still alive? (bless him). And everyone I point out - I realise that no, they're not.
Tell Son Charles Hawtry was an alcoholic and presumably died of drink. Sid James had a heart attack and Kenneth Williams killed himself. Don't know how any of the birds died - was too depressed to think about it by then.

By the time the credits came up, I was suicidal Syd. Bloody kids!

What a rotten sunday! Next week I'm off up to bloody Brick Lane, I tell you!

Here goes.....

Have been tagged by my pal French Fancy to select the fourth folder and fourth picture in my thing - sorry to be so technical.

Anyway this one came up. Its a well-known image from Carry On Camping and Barbara Windsors' bra has just come off and gone into Kenneth Williams' face. How ever did he and Charles Hawtry get away with being hetrosexual characters?

Once i learnt to do this photo uploading thing, i went through a phase of going through Google and that and finding images of all my favourite films eg Clockwork Orange and of course this one. The only images I couldn't get were Straw Dogs and Georgie Girl.

This image means a lot to me because I was about 11 when this film came round to our local fleapit. My Mum took me and my friend of the time, Patricia (who became a right old snob later on) and we had an orange lolly just like Sid James did at the beginning of the film. I had seen Carry On's before at the cinema but this one was so rude, so special, so funny. Going to the "pictures" was a magical exciting time and I devoured every trailer, every advert (no boring mobile phone adverts then!).

And anyone of my generation has never seen a campsite in the same way again. I see a tent and expect Sid James or Bernard Breslaw to be standing there leering at birds.

I'm glad to see my children feel the same about the cinema. I mean what with this video and DVD stuff now, and the coldness of a multi-plex, i thought they'd be a bit blase about celluloid. But no, Son sits there holding his free magazine like a serious film critic and Daughter will concentrate all the way through.

Saw the play by Terry Johnson a few years ago at the National: Carry On Cleo, Camping, Dick and Emmanuel and it brought back poignant memories for me.

Oh yes, i nearly forgot, tag 4 people:

Suburbia

Dotterell

Elaine (liebraumilch & Lipstick)

Suzy (Soos Stuff)

Hope i;ve done this right. Thank you for giving me a chance for a bit of nostalgic wallow and drifting back to the dark cinema (long gone) of 1969.