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selenakVia watervole:
The sheer number of shows I recognized was a good reminder of why I adore (a lot of) British television. Also the sheer number of TARDIS appearances cracks me up.
Still on an anglocentric note, I haven't read Peter Doggett's You Never Give Me Your Money yet, but word is that it manages that minor miracle, being an even-handed and fair to everyone book about the Beatles' breakup and the ensuing decades of lawsuits, settlements, reconciliations and dramas of both the melodramatic (George/Maureen/Ringo omg!) and the tragic sort (i.e. deaths by madmen and cancer). The author displays a wry sense of humour in his blog when taking a (positive) review by an American newspaper which suggests that everyone should just have had group therapy and countering this by stating group therapy in later 1969 would have gone thusly (* courtesy of Doggett):
THERAPIST: OK, now perhaps you can each tell me what you'd like to tell the others.
JOHN: Tell Paul and his ******* family to **** off.
PAUL: Tell John to leave his wife at home.
JOHN: You ****!
GEORGE: Is it time to play my songs yet?
:) Well, yes. (If you want to read the entire entry, it's here.) (On a more serious note, Get Back/Let It Be was actually supposed to be group therapy, McCartney style, meaning: music/work. This, err, backfired, but given that it's what he consistently did and does every time something in his life goes spectacularly wrong from the time he was 14, I'm not surprised he thought it was a good idea.)
Doggett also has a short but good Yoko portrait, a drawing rather than a full fresco, if you like, but it brings her to life for me and proves his reputation for even handedness, as it's neither a repetition of the hostile clichés of old nor a fiery "why Yoko is the greatest female icon who ever lived!" speech; while ending on an admiring note, it leaves her human.
watervole:The sheer number of shows I recognized was a good reminder of why I adore (a lot of) British television. Also the sheer number of TARDIS appearances cracks me up.
Still on an anglocentric note, I haven't read Peter Doggett's You Never Give Me Your Money yet, but word is that it manages that minor miracle, being an even-handed and fair to everyone book about the Beatles' breakup and the ensuing decades of lawsuits, settlements, reconciliations and dramas of both the melodramatic (George/Maureen/Ringo omg!) and the tragic sort (i.e. deaths by madmen and cancer). The author displays a wry sense of humour in his blog when taking a (positive) review by an American newspaper which suggests that everyone should just have had group therapy and countering this by stating group therapy in later 1969 would have gone thusly (* courtesy of Doggett):
THERAPIST: OK, now perhaps you can each tell me what you'd like to tell the others.
JOHN: Tell Paul and his ******* family to **** off.
PAUL: Tell John to leave his wife at home.
JOHN: You ****!
GEORGE: Is it time to play my songs yet?
:) Well, yes. (If you want to read the entire entry, it's here.) (On a more serious note, Get Back/Let It Be was actually supposed to be group therapy, McCartney style, meaning: music/work. This, err, backfired, but given that it's what he consistently did and does every time something in his life goes spectacularly wrong from the time he was 14, I'm not surprised he thought it was a good idea.)
Doggett also has a short but good Yoko portrait, a drawing rather than a full fresco, if you like, but it brings her to life for me and proves his reputation for even handedness, as it's neither a repetition of the hostile clichés of old nor a fiery "why Yoko is the greatest female icon who ever lived!" speech; while ending on an admiring note, it leaves her human.
