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Monday, July 28, 2008

Damned lie

Staring out of the staff room window I notice a bus going by with "Torquay" on its destination board.

How terrible.

Fancy imagining that you're going to get off the bus amidst the twilight languors of the English Riviera only to find you've arrived at Helminthdale Bus Station.


No Good Boyo said...

Dr. Terror's House of Horrors, a fine and prophetic film, works on this very principle, except it replaces Torquay and Helminthdale with London and Hell.

It has a Scottish werewolf and an American vampire, but the director missed the chance to have them eat Roy Castle who fills up the middle. And a man-eating plant.


Kevin Musgrove said...

"London" and "Hell" are another of Gadjo Dilo's tautologies.

Tim said...

Did any of the passengers notice any difference?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Looking at them, probably not.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Roy Castle in a horror film?? Oh good grief; I 'spose Ross & Norris McWhirter were playing the mad scientist baddies.

Quite right Kevin, last time I was in London and had to sell my soul in order to by a ticket for "The Underground" I finally realised that they are the selfsame place.

Mrs Pouncer said...

Boyo - I love Dr T's H of H!

Kevin, a few years ago, I caught a train to Liverpool (yes, I know; I was visiting one of my children at university) and the loud-hailer announced "When we arrive in Liverpool it will be approximately 19:47", and I thought well, how lovely! Because it was 2001 in the Thames Valley, and the thought of going back to the immediate postwar period in L'Pool was strangely thrilling - bomb clearance sights, spivs on every corner, stupidly cheap alcohol etc. And then I got there and guess what? That's exactly what it was like.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Mrs. P: now it's the City of Culture they've turned it into "The Harry Lime Experience"