THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY!
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Monthly Archives: May 2014
New BFG Film
Steven Spielberg is to go back behind the camera to direct a new film of The BFG, Roald Dahl’s much-loved children’s book about a “Big Friendly Giant”.
The Jaws and Close Encounters director will begin shooting in early 2015.
First published in 1982, the book tells of an orphaned girl named Sophie who is befriended one night by a kindly giant.
According to the Roald Dahl Literary Estate, the film will be released in 2016 to coincide with the 100th anniversary of the author’s birth.
“We are delighted that Steven Spielberg will bring his inventive genius to directing the story of The BFG,” it said in a statement.
The director will work from a screenplay by Melissa Mathison, who previously wrote the Oscar-nominated script for his 1982 hit E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial.
“The BFG has enchanted families and their children for more than three decades,” said Spielberg in a statement posted on the Roald Dahl website.
“We are honoured that the Roald Dahl estate has entrusted us with this classic story.”
Bankers and Politicians
Bankers, greedy bankers,
Hoist them up high,
Burn them on bonfires,
For all of their lies,
Dance around the bonfires,
Glory in their pain,
And when you have done it,
DO IT AGAIN!
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He thought he saw a politician,
Who lived the perfect life,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A huge, humongous lie .
That’s it, he said, I realise,
The foolishness of life.
It’s a mess
He thought he saw an honest man,
Within the parliament,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Another bloated blimp.
Unless they leave this house,” he said,
There’ll be no hope, I think.”
It’s a real mess!
He thought he saw a banker man,
Who made an honest buck,
He looked again, and saw he was,
Entwined in all the muck.
If I were king, he said,
His head would be on the block.
It’s a terrible mess!
He thought he saw a banker’s clerk,
A man of honest youth,
He looked again, and saw he was,
A succubus forsooth.
If he should stay, he said, for sure,
My savings I will lose.
Crikey, what a mess!
He thought he saw a kangaroo,
Hopping down his street one day,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A banker’s ill gained pay.
Were I to accept this, he said,
It would be a dark, dark day.
Mess, mess, mess!
He though he saw limousine,
With groom and bride, so sweet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The country on its knees.
We’re lost, he said, the country’s bust,
Kaput, no more, deceased.
Fix the mess!
He though he saw a shaft of light,
That shone through all this gloom,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The cold, reflected moon.
If I were young, he said aloud,
I’d make them swing – and soon!
Get those who are responsible for the mess!
He though he saw a chink of light,
A way from all this mess,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Their New World Order – yes!
Their ways are bad, corrupt, he said
For them, not us, excess.
And when we get them, what are we going to do with them?
He thought he saw the final words,
Inscribed upon a sheet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Them sweating from the heat.
They thought us fools, he sorely said,
Come on, we’ve lives to lead!
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My AFL Grand Final Wish
A dream that I have nurtured more years than I can to remember
is to attend the AFL (Australian Rules Football) Grand Final
Is there anyone out there who will help me
to achieve this ambition?
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Watch this video and you will see why I want to be there!
Paddy was a farmer
Paddy was a farmer, ploughing every day,
Up and down the furrows he went his merry way,
Until one day, when it happened,
When he found a hidden cache,
Revealed by his plough, he was totally aghast.
Well, by George, he shouted,
I am rich as rich can be,
Gold and jewels and coins and stuff,
That’s the end of farming for me.
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Johnny was a barber
Johnny was a barber; he loved his job, he did,
Cutting people’s hair and mowing others wigs.
Until one day he reeled back, shocked by what he saw,
A hole in the head of a customer, a man quite old and poor,
Why don’t you go to the doctor? he asked the man out loud,
To get it fixed and filled in quick, that’s what I’d do, he cried,
Oh, no, I can’t do that, the old man then answered him,
I have had it, there, for forty years; it’s now part of me, he grinned,
I would miss it, that hole up there; he went on to explain,
Please trim the hear, he said to John, but mind the hole he warned.
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The Crazymad Writer 