tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post7277655714235788232..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Late Shows and Slow DancesKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-65410065920456986922014-04-06T15:01:15.928+01:002014-04-06T15:01:15.928+01:00Hi G.
I remember that For Your Eyes Only showing...Hi G. <br /><br />I remember that For Your Eyes Only showing well. I think it was one of my last Late Nights cos I was in Dublin by then and had only come down on the bus that evening. There was a huge queue to get in and a trailer for 'Clash of the Titans'. Sure, you and me went to see Man With Golden Gun together in the Savoy, as I recall. <br /><br />For Your Eyes Only is on UTV at four today, I see. <br /><br />All good this end. Hope same with you. :) Ken Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-2704305192312689952014-04-06T14:29:03.334+01:002014-04-06T14:29:03.334+01:00Hi Ken, the 'For Your Eyes Only' late show...Hi Ken, the 'For Your Eyes Only' late show at The Gaiety, was heldon same night as Irish Premiere, out side that weew among the 1st in Ireland to see it. Home entertainment dvd, online downloads,<br />prevents me from saying if the local cinems still hosts 'late shows' I drifted qaway from cinema. Sadly the 'erection section' is a thing of the past in most clubs, maybe not the retro ones, age prevents me from giving a certain answer. Though a frien told me just last week, she collected her older & younger daughters from 2 different clubs<br />she mentioned to them about slow sets, ' What are they Mum' suppose that answers that. Sometimes we root in the past, evident for me with all the retro sites I follow<br />on twitter, but memories are no harm , long may they last, hope you'rekeeping good<br /> GHseoirse mac enrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11894305600071657649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-15327132105859584712014-04-06T14:12:16.984+01:002014-04-06T14:12:16.984+01:00We can't rule over where our minds bring us Ji...We can't rule over where our minds bring us Jim. I don't think so anyway. Another few weeks and we'll be giving out out something more current. <br /><br />Here's hoping anyway. :) Ken Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-53159462782574726232014-04-06T13:28:45.836+01:002014-04-06T13:28:45.836+01:00We didn’t have any late shows during my youth or i...We didn’t have any late shows during my youth or if we did they didn’t register. I’ve never been one for going out late anyway. Why are things <i>better</i> in the early hours of the morning? Once the sun sets it’s as dark as it’s going to get. And as far as the pictures go once you’re inside it doesn’t matter what the conditions are like outside in fact there’s something nice about walking out of a darkened cinema into the blazing summer sun. I don’t have any particularly memorable memories concerning the pictures when I was a kid but I think what’s most important is that I have absolutely no negative memories. Nothing bad or horrible ever happened there. I used to hear stories but that’s all they ever were. I don’t go the pictures much these days. I went to see <i>Star Trek Into Darkness</i> and there were two of us in the whole place. Okay it was a weekday morning but still. The film was fine and if you’re willing to suspend disbelief great entertainment but as soon as it was over a feeling of emptiness washed over me. I think it was the staff that did it. They all looked so unhappy, drained of life, plastic. I don’t think it was because I was alone—I’ve seen plenty of films on my own over the years—I just think the world’s not the same place I grew up in.<br /><br />I’ve been to a few discos in my time but only a few. I didn’t hang around with the kind of kids who wanted to go dancing but I have a few memories and mostly unhappy ones; dances, for me, are the antithesis of the pictures. One that sticks in my mind was, if memory serves right, The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiger_Tim_Stevens" rel="nofollow">Tiger Tim</a> Roadshow in the mid-seventies in some church hall in Saltcoats. We got to the last dance of the evening—a slow one—and my mate told me—yes, <i>told</i> me—to go and pull a girl but I hadn’t a clue what to do and ended up going home alone. I waited outside his house for him to get home and I remember the surprise—the sheer dumbfoundedness—on his face when he saw me there. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more pathetic. I’ve never met any girl at a dance or in a pub. I’m not a casual person. There’s an order to things. And for me that means getting to know someone first before you’d think about touching let alone kissing them. I don’t think I’m old-fashioned as such but I do believe in decorum. If there’s one thing about me that I wish I could’ve changed, certainly in my youth, it would’ve been to be a more casual person. I always treated things too seriously and I still do. Which make me me but it also means I’ve missed out on a lot over the years because I couldn’t let my hair down. Not until I got acquainted with a person and by that time it was too late for casual anything. <br /><br />I think your assessment of the slow dance is spot on though: “you weren’t the best but you weren’t the worst either. You were okay for a dance.” Well put. I know that’s how I felt whenever anyone was willing to dance with me. It was evidence that I wasn’t a horrible person and when you’re a teenager filled with self-loathing you grasp at every straw. You’d know if they were dancing with you out of politeness, wouldn’t you? I won’t say I treasure those few slow dances but I do remember them with more fondness than I expect most do. I don’t shrug them off. They meant something. <br /><br />We’re getting nostalgic again, our Ken. For a guy who’s made a habit of not looking back after he’s tossed the match at the bridge he’s just skipped across it surprises me I’m as drawn to wallowing as I find myself these days especially since even the happiest of memories make me sad now.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com