Mick’s Grandma’s Curtains Jacket.
I could barely understand mi Grandma, she was a farmer’s daughter, lived all her life in semi-rural Wakefield outskirts, around Netherton I think. Granny, which was her real name, spoke too quick, her accent was strange to me and she’d constantly chuck out little, set, gem expressions that summed up complex situation in less than 20 words – sadly she died before I even thought of trying to log them. ‘Hell’s bells’ and Batley buses,’ was her version of an expletive that remain
Classic Movie Appreciation: The Last Wave
Peter Weir's strange film about secret tribal rituals and climate change has haunted me for nearly 40 years. Read it here #JohnLake #TheLastWave #PeterWeir #ClassicMovies #SabotageTimes
