Love in the Afternoon is a romantic comedy film directed by Billy Wilder, starring Gary Cooper and Audrey Hepburn. The movie tells the story of Ariane, the daughter of a private investigator who specialises in cases of extra-marital affairs. Despite being discouraged by her father, Ariane always shows an interest in his cases. One day she sees photographs her father took of Mr. Flannagan, the subject of one of his investigations, and she is immediately smitten. Later the same day she overhears the enraged husband tell her father that he intends shooting Mr Flannagan for conducting a cladestine affair with his wife. Ariane decides she must do everything she can to save Flannagan.
How Green Was My Valley is the story of the Morgan family who live in a South Wales mining village around 1880. Their lives, loves, financial hardships & religious struggles are told through the eyes of the youngest son, Huw.
A short while ago I was researching some statistics on past Olympic Games and came across some information about the swimmer Johnny Weissmuller. The name was immediately familiar to me but from a quite different context. During my childhood, showings of his Tarzan films were regulars on Saturday morning television and even now I can picture him in his various adventures alongside co-stars including Maureen O'Sullivan, Brenda Joyce, Johnny Sheffield ("Boy") and "Cheeta" (which confusingly was a chimpanzee).
Travelling the West Coast of Scotland from Sutherland down to Galloway I have been amazed at the number of road signs that have been peppered with bullet holes. Signs with writing on them seem to be particularly popular although the small passing place signs are also frequently used. It is mainly road signs on single-track roads and quieter "A" class byways in upland areas that are affected. I haven't seen the same thing on the East Coast but that might be because I don't drive around there so often.
St. David's Day1
Some time ago I decided to get a copy of David Niven's autobiography The Moon's A Balloon. I sourced a copy from a well known online purveyor of books (and just about everything else) for the princely sum of 1p. The book was a secondhand paperback yet it was in very good condition. Somehow the online purveyor and the originating bookshop manage to make some money out of the postage charge plus £0.01. It was only once I received the book that I realised that David Niven was born on the 1st of March 1910 exactly 100 years ago today. Sadly, Mr. Niven isn't with us today but if half of the stories I have read online are true he had a high old time when he was around.