- Mon Jul 13, 2015 12:00 pm
#420349
Finishing an eighteen hour shift on sunday morning, I returned to my abode and proceeded to watch the Julie Christie version of 'Far From The Madding Crowd' on iPlayer (too late now kids, you've missed it). I was somewhat less than gruntled when, during the very last minutes of the film - which had been transmitted upon my wide screen television flawlessly and without incident up to ths irksome point - I was subjected to what those tech-savvy young shavers refer to as perma-buffering. With utterances in Dorset dialect that Hardy mysteriously omitted from his works, I switched off the appliances necessary to provide me with such aforementioned and now abandoned entertainment, retired upatairs and submerged myself under a quilt until such time as Morpheus had done with my slumbering form.
Returning refreshed to the lower storey of the premises, as a misty, bat-laden twighlight enveloped the surrounding environs, my plan to observe the culmination of Schlesinger's much-lauded offering was interupted by the female population of the dwelling co-ercing me into providing them with televisual entertainment. Whilst, via the technological wonders of the age, Old Mother Arrow and her elder sister were content to observe Andre Rieu in consecutive concerts from Brazil and Mexico, I took to posting upon the boards of this forum. The aforementioned popular Belgian entertainer having provided merriment enough for my kinswomen, I finally achieved the goal I had set myself some twenty four or more hours earlier whilst at my place of employment, and watched the ending of the cinematic adaptation referred to in the first sentence of this report - with mere moments to spare until the designated cut-off time of midight.
My body clock being somewhat befuddled by my previous nocturnal exertions, I took advantage of my elders relocation to the upper storey of the house, and proceeded to observe documetaries concerning British sports cars of the 1950's and attempts to film a giant squid for the first time, utilising the now perfectly behaving iPlayer. This occupying my intellect and curiosity until the early hours of this very morning, takes me I fear, outside of the scope of this thread.
Thus, my tale told, I shall end with a reminder to Son Of Hand that 'Creation' - a film chronicling Darwin's inner turmoil regarding evolution versus the established church is still available on the previously alluded to iPlayer and could prove enjoyable to those of a Darwinesque bent. Ineed, I could go further and propose it as entertaining in its own right to those seeking mere sensorary distraction.
Returning refreshed to the lower storey of the premises, as a misty, bat-laden twighlight enveloped the surrounding environs, my plan to observe the culmination of Schlesinger's much-lauded offering was interupted by the female population of the dwelling co-ercing me into providing them with televisual entertainment. Whilst, via the technological wonders of the age, Old Mother Arrow and her elder sister were content to observe Andre Rieu in consecutive concerts from Brazil and Mexico, I took to posting upon the boards of this forum. The aforementioned popular Belgian entertainer having provided merriment enough for my kinswomen, I finally achieved the goal I had set myself some twenty four or more hours earlier whilst at my place of employment, and watched the ending of the cinematic adaptation referred to in the first sentence of this report - with mere moments to spare until the designated cut-off time of midight.
My body clock being somewhat befuddled by my previous nocturnal exertions, I took advantage of my elders relocation to the upper storey of the house, and proceeded to observe documetaries concerning British sports cars of the 1950's and attempts to film a giant squid for the first time, utilising the now perfectly behaving iPlayer. This occupying my intellect and curiosity until the early hours of this very morning, takes me I fear, outside of the scope of this thread.
Thus, my tale told, I shall end with a reminder to Son Of Hand that 'Creation' - a film chronicling Darwin's inner turmoil regarding evolution versus the established church is still available on the previously alluded to iPlayer and could prove enjoyable to those of a Darwinesque bent. Ineed, I could go further and propose it as entertaining in its own right to those seeking mere sensorary distraction.
Forced by circumstance to don a 'This machine kills fascists' T-shirt and pick up my milk shake.
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