Showing posts with label Bill Forsyth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bill Forsyth. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

What happened to "Fresh Fresh Meat quotes incoming . . ."?

A good question. What did happen to that supposed deluge of "Fresh  Fresh Meat quotes"? I mean, I still have a back log of 180s to post on the blog, and they've only built up more since that post back at the end of March.

It turns out that as Fresh Meat went on, enjoyable as it was in its own fashion, the zinger quotes kind of dried up. There would be the odd one here and there - usually J.P. - but I was struggling to snatch them up. Funnily enough, the same thing happened with quotes from Channel 4's Peep Show. I can't pinpoint the actual episode but from series four onwards, it kind of lost its lustre. The problem was that there was another five series to endure. It's almost like the writers just concentrated on Super Hans getting the best lines, with an older and more wizened Mark and Jez just doing a rehash of the same old schtick week in and week out.

So, where does that leave me with regards to the 180s? Well, either I just give up listing the 180s. Put it to bed, so to speak. The thing is, though, I'm not ready to stop taking pics of the 180s . . . and if I'm taking pics of the 180s, then I can't just leave them cluttering up my phone. I need to break this backlog in some way, and then I'll chew over again what to do about posting 180s on the blog. 

I need a quick fix with regards to post titles that are easy to come up with. The writers of Fresh Meat and Peep Show have let me down, so I have to fall back on old classics. What's a super quotable film that will step in to save the day? It's kind of obvious who can step in to salvage the honour of the blog. I need to make a quick trip down memory lane to Cumbernauld by way of Caracus. (Deliberate misspelling of Caracas, btw. If you know, you know.)

Thursday, July 27, 2023

"Keep watching the sky, MacIntyre."




"Director Bill Forsyth on the set of 'Local Hero' in 1983. For his work on the film, Forsyth won the 1984 BAFTA Award for Best Direction. Pic: Denis Waugh."

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Do They Mean Us? #16

Bloggers block can mean only one thing . . . a dash of cut and paste to conjure up another post in the 'Do They Mean Us?' series:

“At the Barras market in Glasgow about 25 years ago open air political meetings were not uncommon, and the best were conducted by a fiery brand of working-class revolutionaries called the Socialist Party of Great Britain. Founded about a hundred years ago (and still going, I’m glad to say) and proudly hostile to all other allegedly socialist or communist political parties, they had several fine speakers and in those less apathetic days could always raise a fair crowd of the starvelings whom they hoped to rouse from their slumber.

Scorn for their hearers’ meek acceptance of poverty and satire upon the quality of goods and services supplied to the workers were prominent in their arguments, as when the speaker would draw our attention to an evil-looking greasyspoon caff and recite parts of the horrible menu, concluding with Stomach pump free of charge. Once, when challenged by a wee bauchle with scarce a backside to his trousers on the grounds that ‘under socialism we widnae be individuals’, the agitator on the soapbox paused from his remarks on the rival attraction of ‘Jehovah’s Jazzband’ (a Salvation Army ensemble) just down the street, fixed him with a baleful eye, and loosed a withering tirade about how the questioner was obviously a proud specimen of individuality, with your individual Giro and your individual manky shirt and your individual football scarf and your individual council flat and your individual Scotch pie for your individual dinner . . .

It went on for ages, a tour de force of flyting”. [Kenneth Wright, Glasgow Herald, 13 February 2001.]

Being on the receiving end of the withering wit of Glasgow Branch comrades on many an occasion, I've narrowed the suspected speaker down to a shortlist of ten of the wizened old scrotes.

Special Note: I scoured the internet high and low but I couldn't find a picture of the Barras circa 1976, so I decided to throw post authenticity out of the window by posting a still from Bill Forsyth's 'That Sinking Feeling' to accompany the post. Trust me, Glasgow 1980 was not that different from Glasgow 1976. The Smiles Better Sunshine Gimp was a lifetime away.