Some Things Never Change

Hi Everyone

Although we have never been weekly cinema goers, we have always enjoyed a visit to our local cinema when there was an opportunity to see a good film on the big screen. All that stopped when COVID came along, and since life went back to normal, maybe because we are approaching middle age, or perhaps night driving is no longer an attraction or more likely we don’t fancy sitting next to someone with an enormous tub of popcorn, we have never returned to our occasional treat. We do, however, watch more films than ever before, thanks to Netflix and Amazon. We normally watch fairly recently made films but this week we went back to a classic movie that we first saw fifty years ago - Guess Who's Coming to Dinner with wonderful acting and a superb script. I would guess that most of you Rubbish readers will have seen or at least heard of the film, which was very controversial when it was first released. Interestingly, the N word was used three times, something that would be banned now, but thankfully it was before the days of all the other expletives we now have to endure. One scene that stood out for me was between the black doctor and his father, who, as you could guess, was opposed to his proposed marriage to a white girl. The father demanded that he was right, as he had walked thousands of miles as a mailman to provide his son with the opportunity to now be a successful doctor. The son reminded his father that, as he had brought him into the world, he did not owe him anything, as he took on the responsibility as a parent of providing the best opportunities for his son. The world has changed a lot since that film was made, but parents' responsibility has never changed.

The joiner/funeral director and the bricklayer of dubious ability had a problem. The funeral director had a problem with the word funeral as he always said the word “fruneral”. In addition, he also apparently had the occasional problem remembering names. On one occasion, he telephoned a local company to ask for someone whose name he could not recall. The telephone receptionist suggested a name to which he said “No not him”. Two more names were suggested with the same reply until finally he said “that's him” followed by his next reply “dead is he”. Not only was he not able to speak to the man he wanted, but, worse still, he also missed a potential client. The bricklayer of dubious ability, on a number of occasions dealt with an architectural practice called Wainwrights. Despite months, if not years, of dealing with them, he always referred to them as Rainwhites even when calling them on the telephone. I am very pleased that I do not fluffer from a familiar affliction. 

 A local couple are struggling to fund a weekly two hour lunch for lonely and bereaved people. Publishing magnate Murdoch has published in one of his newspapers that Trump sent a lewd letter and sketch to Geoffrey Epstein over twenty years ago. Predictably, Trump used one of his favourite words to describe the situation, “fake news” but then sued Murdoch for a minimum of $10bn dollars. Yes $10bn dollars, how crazy is that? Sounds to me like two old men with more money than sense, or are they trying to settle old scores. Either way, the winners, as usual, are the two sets of lawyers who will string it out for as long as possible, probably resulting in both men dying before the case is settled. If either of them wants to give away $10bn dollars, maybe they could just do something useful with it.    

Just a Thought : 

My friend went to see a film about truck drivers. He didn’t enjoy it; there were too many trailers.

To people who mispronounce people’s names, stop it. You are just making a Sean.

I’ve done some terrible things for money. Like getting up early to go to work.

Brian