I get my family—I get a rest
Today's primary events: doctor's appointment in the early afternoon and on either side taking Autolycus to and from the vet with the invaluable assistance of ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks (and later Fox). This process began at five-thirty in the morning and concluded at five in the evening. At one point a taxi was involved. I have slept half an hour since yesterday. I immensely appreciate spatch ordering dinner.
(Autolycus is home safe, fed and washed, and now being hissed at by his sister who if she follows the usual pattern will tell him he smells funny for about the next four days, then groom his ears violently and forget all about it.)
It appears to be an unforeseen side effect of Cleopatra (1963) that I have had the entire score of Sondheim's A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum rotating through my head for the last forty-eight hours; Carry On Cleo (1964) is probably the missing link. As a person who grew up on the original 1963 London cast of Forum with Frankie Howerd rather than the original 1962 Broadway cast with Zero Mostel, I will never cease to be delighted by the existence of Up Pompeii! (1969–70), but I am disappointed that all the episodes currently available on YouTube are the cropped-and-zoomed kind in hopes of evading official notice. So much for staring at that any time soon.
On a different note entirely, it was only last night that I realized Hope Mirrlees' Lud-in-the-Mist (1926) contains the earliest instance I have personally seen in fiction of that seasonally appropriate horror trope, the carnival of the dead. That novel is seriously underrated as a work of the uncanny.
That's it for mental capacity around here. I am going to lie on a couch until the pizza arrives.
rushthatspeaks (and later Fox). This process began at five-thirty in the morning and concluded at five in the evening. At one point a taxi was involved. I have slept half an hour since yesterday. I immensely appreciate spatch ordering dinner.(Autolycus is home safe, fed and washed, and now being hissed at by his sister who if she follows the usual pattern will tell him he smells funny for about the next four days, then groom his ears violently and forget all about it.)
It appears to be an unforeseen side effect of Cleopatra (1963) that I have had the entire score of Sondheim's A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum rotating through my head for the last forty-eight hours; Carry On Cleo (1964) is probably the missing link. As a person who grew up on the original 1963 London cast of Forum with Frankie Howerd rather than the original 1962 Broadway cast with Zero Mostel, I will never cease to be delighted by the existence of Up Pompeii! (1969–70), but I am disappointed that all the episodes currently available on YouTube are the cropped-and-zoomed kind in hopes of evading official notice. So much for staring at that any time soon.
On a different note entirely, it was only last night that I realized Hope Mirrlees' Lud-in-the-Mist (1926) contains the earliest instance I have personally seen in fiction of that seasonally appropriate horror trope, the carnival of the dead. That novel is seriously underrated as a work of the uncanny.
That's it for mental capacity around here. I am going to lie on a couch until the pizza arrives.
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LOL, whoops? (My few memories of Up Pompeii suggest that probably not watching it is best: "And now... the Prologue!" is all that matters. Although I think it or the film did have Barbara Murray in it.)
I do hope you get more sleep soon. :-/
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I'm willing to believe it wasn't as good as its concept, although I will probably still want to find out for myself. Nonetheless, the fact that a BBC spin-off of a Broadway musical based on Roman comedy not only existed but ran for two seasons and a film will always make me happy, because what on earth?
I do hope you get more sleep soon.
Thank you.
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My memories of it aren't all that great, and I adored the Carry Ons, dodgy as they are, so it is something I'd approach with some wariness... But OTOH, those are vague & old childhood memories, so I really can't say. At least one for Frankie Howerd's "And now... the prologue!" But I'm not sure how well that bore repeating every week! I do recall watching one of the films, though, which I seem to remember was about a Medieval descendent of Lurcio's, and was called Up the Chastity Belt, so um... (We quite liked it at the time, but we were probably about 10 and 11 - my sister and I, that is.)
But, yeah: it's like when you pick up a series and all the established fans tell you not to watch episode 10, but you have to watch episode 10 just to find out why you shouldn't watch episode 10.