Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Sunday, 26 January 2014
Tommy Trinder/Carmen Miranda
Winter nights: log fire, snoozing dogs and the odd box set of film favourites.
Being fans of Ealing Comedies, and Tommy Trinder, we splashed out on a set of his films.
This section from Fiddlers Three must rank as one of the most sunny pieces of film ever made. The face, the moves! Hilarious, and wonderful lyrics/script: quite cheeky in places for 1944.
We are vastly impressed as Nero says at the end of the dance. (Trinder's entrance is at 1.22 if you are pushed for time.)
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