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Perry Mason

perry and della

This is from Wiki, as I wish to get to the next episode, LOL:

Perry Mason is a fictional character, a criminal defense lawyer who was the main character in works of detective fiction written by Erle Stanley Gardner. Perry Mason was featured in more than 80 novels and short stories, most of which had a plot involving his client’s murder trial.

Perry Mason from 1957 to 1966 starred Raymond Burr; 26 made-for-TV movies starring Burr filmed from 1985 to Burr’s death in 1993.

The key character, apart from Mason, was Della Street, his Girl Friday with whom it was never finally established the exact nature of the relationship, from the books down to the TV movies. The mix of detective and lawyer, plus the Mason/Street relationship made it a very popular series and I’d imagine there’d be people who would watch it even today.

If the early Della was glamorous, the later model was adorable, whereas Perry had become a bit Ironsidish near the end.…

It war Bobby!

bobby didditSo anyway, Ian Beale got photos of Cheryl Fernando Verjazzle’s bum on his bedroom wall, it war Jane that Emma phoned, and met. That’s why Emma said ‘it’s still murder’ after Jane explained Bobby did it but At least there was a bit of comedy with that child birth.

So Emma (the detective) phoned Bobby and said “I know you killed Lucy !” !!!  BUT he blew his nose and the drastically thin Lucy fell over and hit her head. When Denise was looking over the toilet dos anyone else notice how massive her fingers and nails looked… That was scary!!!!!

Bobby’s face and behaviour after killing his own sister was like he’d just pinched her monopoly money, and not just caved her head in. And I love the way he managed to phone Jane, whilst still holding the murder weapon.  Am just waiting to see how Jane managed to move the body……maybe it was Ian.…

Demise of the Telegraph

Every blogger’s nightmare – schedule a post for next morning, ripping-off Guido mid-afternoon or rather his commenters, then in come Breitbart with their own post late afternoon. Grrrrr. However, we shall press ahead:

Peter Oborne:

It is not only the Telegraph that is at fault here. The past few years have seen the rise of shadowy executives who determine what truths can and what truths can’t be conveyed across the mainstream media. The criminality of News International newspapers during the phone hacking years was a particularly grotesque example of this wholly malign phenomenon.

It’s always been. Even in Watergate days, Katherine Graham’s Washington Post skirted around the truth.

PeterGriffiths =>Kevin T…

In Search of the Lost Typeface

You’ll recall the recent post on Copperplate and this follows on from that.

Many in my experience do not appreciate just how critical the choice of font/typeface can be and on a blog, it can set in stone the openness of the blogger, his concern for tradition, his abandonment of tradition for modernity [sans-serifs].

This abandoned typeface in the article [The Doves Press], sent by haiku, is or was a nice compromise between the stylelessness of sans-serif and the curvaciousness and flourish of serif.

lost typeface

Stitch up UKIP night

Quite extraordinary. Not only were UKIP for a time the top trender on fickle Twitter worldwide but the Mail overplayed its hand by allowing this Trevor troll to post the same thing hundreds of times to drown everyone else out.

At the same time, the Independent ran a “UKIP is the most hated brand in the UK” poll and people were out tweeting whom I haven’t seen for weeks, one producing a graph “proving that 43% of twitterati were laughing at UKIP”.

Would you say four parties and the EU might be rattled? Who was paying for all this?…


There were no further posts planned for today because the boat is back on the agenda but Amfortas’s tongue in cheek question deserves a response … let’s do this. Assuming it’s a serious question:



Monday [1]

10 to 2There we were, driving along, two lanes each way, narrowing to one lane each way, setting the world to rights, a therapeutic exercise of a Sunday, when it became apparent that two little buzzboxes on wheels ahead were driving in tandem, one occupying each lane.

Couldn’t do much about the one in the left lane of course, within his rights [think it was some old man] but the one in the right lane should not have been there.  I would have blasted the hell out of the driver with my twin airhorns but my driver, being a gentle soul, did not.

And so we sat there, except that the one in the right lane suddenly put on a little spurt to be ahead when the road narrowed, deeply annoying and liable to cause an accident, which it then almost did.…


There’s something vaguely incestuous about this. Chuckles directs us to John C. Wright who quotes Vox Day:

As a middle aged white guy who can’t turn into a were-creature, isn’t wealthy, isn’t a supergenius, isn’t descended from the royal family of an ancient alien empire, can’t perform magic, isn’t in command of hundreds of people, pays my bills on time, and never gets attacked by terrorists so I can shoot back…. I feel grossly under-represented by characters in fiction. THAT’S WHY I READ IT. Real life is boring.

Risking a comment from Ivan as to where I can put my own blinking book, let me take issue with the guy in the quote. To do that, let me first quote haiku who is quoting someone else called “simplemind”:…

Writers – the luck and the connections

Taki wrote [H/T Chuckles]:

I was surprised last week when Salon published Ann Bauer’s genuinely, if slightly, daring exposé on her own recent rise to mid-list authordom. After a couple of decades spent spinning her wheels, it suddenly got a lot easier for Bauer to write and to promote her writing—because she didn’t need a job. Someone else was picking up the tab: her new, well-salaried husband.

The honesty is refreshing, even if Bauer lets her over-the-top examples of writers who benefited much earlier in life from their parents’ connections go politely unnamed. Amusingly, her explanation of why the elite don’t like to talk about these things could be easily applied to Salon’s defense of Dunham (whom you are free to call my bête noire, incidentally; she certainly is beastly):

Those with privilege and luck don’t want the riffraff knowing the details. After all, if ‘those people’ understood the differences in our lives, they might revolt.

The Old Code

No, not morse code, although Barrington Pheloung composed a splendid theme to the Inspector Morse TV series weaving morse code into the music.

The Original, early Morse films are currently being shown on TV here in Oz. Circa 1987. Crikey, that’s nearly 20 years now. John Thaw (RIP) looks quite a young old man. And Kevin Whately really was a youngster back then. Kevin was (and still is) a musical man.…

Malfeasance [4]

You know I watch What’s My Line for its gentility, manners, for the nature of the time which, were you to believe the programme, abounded everywhere.

One episode had a young lady as mystery guest – a Miss Tuesday Weld [at 19:08]:

I must have watched this in my pre-knowledge days about half a dozen times and thought her precocious but pretty. It struck me at the time that she was another Hollywood brat who had not been brought up properly and was quite arrogant to boot but otherwise all right.…

Malfeasance [3]

Tuesday 11

A blogger called Gorightly tracked down the original purveyor of the Weld Druid High Priestess thing, one Jeffrey Turner:

Mr. Turner is an interesting character. A google search of his name yields about three hits: one, at, the web site devoted to Tiffany Renee Darwish, the once-popular singer; two, on google video, a preview of the documentary film I Think We’re Alone Now; and three, at Adam Gorightly’s Untamed Dimensions.

Malfeasance [2]

tuesday too

After refusing the part of Rosemary in Rosemary’s Baby and of Lolita, much later Tuesday Weld was interviewed and asked why she had not taken Lolita, a part which would have been a perfect fit for her projected child coquette image which gained her parts in Hollywood.

She answered: “I didn’t have to play it. I was Lolita.”…

Malfeasance [1]

amanda bynesOne of the victims

This site since its inception has been about exposing humbug but it’s also been about exposing Them, the PTB, identifying and pointing out things which many involved in the day-to-day hurly-burly might not have given much thought to.

In the early days, the things written in these pages have seemed the product, at times, of an overactive imagination or of extreme gullibility and to an extent, that was right – there’s a hell of a lot of deliberate misinformation, disinformation, red herrings, sites set up ostensibly to inform but are actually there to mislead.…