Not omitting Scott Glenn ( before Red October).
We’re pretty sure that Urban Cowboy sprang from this piece:
Not omitting Scott Glenn ( before Red October).
We’re pretty sure that Urban Cowboy sprang from this piece:
I thought about posting the Stand By Me scene but Scott Glenn plays such a creep. Always has. Some people are just born to play bad guys.
Red October:
James Woods too. But when I expressed my displeasure with actors/actresses like this years ago to my husband. He just looked at me and said that means they know what they’re doing. as far as playing a part. He’s right of course…They’re not to blame…
He’s right of course, I’ve learned the spouse is right.
Buuuttt!
I can’t stand Jeff Goldblum since 'The Big Chill" years ago.
I liked him in the original Jurassic Park & Independence Day. But The Fly? I don’t think so.
I love that movie, and I love that scene.
Obviously. As you’ll know, the UK is one of very few countries where police officers do not routinely carry guns. There are armed response units, of course. In recnt times, you will see armed officers deployed at places like airports and I’m usually uncomfortable seeing them. Periodically, the police officers’ union holds a survey of its members on the subject. The last was in 2017 when only one third of officers said they supported routine arming.
It’s obviously difficult to make comparisions between countries, as there are many social differences. But there’s one stark contrast between the UK and the USA. In America, 150 officers lost their lives in the line of duty in 2018 alone. In Great Britain, a total of 167 officers have similarly died since 1950 (the year of my birth).
One of my fav’s!! “Give me one ping, one ping only please”
To the extent you know me, I have been shot AT but not hit. Does that count? grin Regardless, it counted and still counts as good news to me.
Vasili (One Ping) Borodin:
“I will live in Montana. And I will marry a round American woman and raise rabbits, and she will cook them for me.”
I’ve two bits of good news to pass on (three if you count the outstandingly good curry I made for dinner - but modesty prevents me telling you just how outstanding it was).
First bit is that the nephew’s girlfriend, who is the only person we know who has caught the virus, is feeling much betterand is now past the infection stage so can go back to work.
And, secondly, the sister in law has secured a phone interview for one of the government’s 18,000 contact tracer jobs. Minimum wage if she gets it but, othewise, they have nothing coming in as it’s not safe for her husband to work as a taxi driver (driving a cab is, apparently, the most risky job related to the virus)
I’m watching a World War II in Color episode and they’re showing V2 rockets striking British cities.
One restaurant had a chalkboard sign reading, “The window has gone but we’re still here. Business as usual, 4 course lunch.” Kind of reminded me of the current situation.
Damn Nazis, and it’s personal as they tried to kill my father during the war.
They tried to kill my father and his three brothers too, but they all came back alive and in good condition. Went on to live thankful lives. They were never ones to talk about war stories, but I did hear one about how my uncle was standing in camp and all of a sudden he looked up and there was my father driving towards them with supplies. Brothers.
Almost all of the V2s were targetted on London. According to Wikipedia, there were 1358 targetted on London, 43 on Norwich and 1 on Ipswich.
For the rest of the country, the civilian deaths came from bombing raids. They hit the centre of Manchester in December 1940, killing nearly 700 people. One of the buildings hit was offices of my grandfather’s company. He kept all of the family’s important papers in the company safe and they were all destroyed. There were smaller raids into 1941 and a stray bomber unloaded its bombs on the next village to ours, killing eight or so people.
As far as I know, none of the family were killed during the war (Dad served in India for the whole duration). Grandfather had lost his brother in the Great War - Benjamin Hartley was killed in action on 29 June 1916 and is buried in Hannescamps Military Cemetery, Somme, France.
This is a “good news” thread and I like to think Ben’s story fits -
http://www.hellfirecorner.co.uk/hartley/uncleben.htm
He was 40 when he died.
This amazed me!
Age limit for volunteers when he joined up was 38. There was a desperation to get these skilled men in to the artillery brigades before they went overseas, so the army wasnt too fussy about whether a man might be technically a bit overage. There was similar desperation for men who could drive motor vehicles. And miners - to dig tunnels across No Mans Land, so explosives could be put under the enemy trench. And bakers and butchers to deal with the food needs of a rapidly expanding army.
@Midlife @winecountrygirl I’m so sorry for your losses. That’s really hard.
NPR had a great show today on 1A about experiencing grief in the age of Coronavirus. It was very sad and several tears were shed. But there were also a few hopeful comments about any possible good outcome or growth from this bleak situation. I encourage you to give today’s (May 20) episode a listen when it comes online - maybe you’ll feel slightly less alone in this. Really probably worth a listen for everyone - we’re all grieving the loss of normalcy, to some extent.
John, honestly, I’ve read a lot of history. A lot. And I cannot recall any notation, in anything I’ve ever read, that the battlefields were populated by men in their Thirties–and older. The service of your Great Uncle is to be revered.