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The Time Machine ![]() Traveller's passport not required......... AS TIME GOES BY Many a time I have looked at the life of a movie star and wanted that glitz and glamour for myself. I have never ever seen a film set but I should hope that if the opportunity ever arose the beefy bouncers would let me get behind the scenes so I could get in on the action. In reality, this is very unlikely. I see life as an open door that can be closed at anytime so do not complain about the draught. Hence, as an alternative, creating my own website allows me to put myself in the driving seat to magically transport myself back through the golden age of the cinema, television and classic movies. Like H.G.Wells I too have a time machine except that mine is in my head. Who knows where I would choose to end up and with whom is anyone's guess. In the world of entertainment anything is possible. I seek to recruit an audience that shares my great passion for such dreams but if, like the dumbest actress working on a movie, you have slept with the writer instead of the producer, then please exit the stage right now. If, on the other hand, like me (and Dorothy) you are forever seeking lemon drops way above the chimney tops then join me on a magical ride across that rainbow as I strive to cut my journalistic teeth here on the 'net.' Left behind is the keen scrapbooker from my youth, as I am ready to take the next step towards a creative journey through the wonder of the Web. Armed with plenty of imagination, nostalgia, humour and inspiration I intend to turn this into a work of art that will grace the minds of my viewers for many years to come. Who I am to nominate to keep up the yearly subscriptions after I am gone has yet to be determined! Not one who confesses to be stunningly beautiful or impeccably poised ordinarily, my illusions of grandeur may need forgiveness if one suddenly witnesses my presence on the Silver Screen or floating around Tinseltown in some disguise or another. In my defence it is hoped that my wisecracking persona will help me to deliver a richly satisfying cinematic experience for those around me. Please do not worry if I go into my own little world at times - it is fine, they know me there. Whilst the words sex, money and free would undoubtedly guarantee me far more viewers to my site, I can more likely be found under more endearing titles such as Love, Romance and Laughter as I try to project fanciful visions onto a grey slate of reality. So pull up a comfortable armchair with matching footstool, fasten your seat belts and join me on a hopefully not so 'bumpy ride' as we orbit through Univeral Studios. Unfortunately I was born in the very same year that the RAF retired its' last Lancaster Bomber though we not have been able to travel at the speed of light that it about to emerge. One will find neither the Eloi nor the Morlocks in any of my social networks. They do not ooze glamour or sex appeal whatsoever. However, I shall have all the time in the world to discover the whereabouts of the more beautiful people of the film world as I take my foot off the pedal and go into overdrive. For all my playfulness and creative ingenuity there will be a serious message to be found here. Let the journey begin! AS I GET INTO MY MACHINE AND PUSH ON THE SWITCH THE ROOM AROUND ME COMES TO LIFE. BUT I REMAIN MOTIONLESS IN THE CHAIR. A CANDLE MELTS IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, A SMALL SNAIL SCAMPERS ACROSS THE FLOOR. I LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOW TO SEE THE SUN AND THE MOON BOUNCING BACK AND FORTH IN THE SKY LIKE PING-PONG BALLS AND A MANNEQUIN IN A STORE WINDOW ACROSS THE STREET MARKS THE GENERATIONS BY THE RAISING OF HEMLINES AND CHANGING OF ACCESSORIES. THEN, RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES THE DUMMY ASSUMES THE APPEARANCE OF EBENEZER SCROOGE. HE SMIRKS AS HE REMINDS ME THAT I AM A LITTLE BEHIND THE TIMES AS HE HAS ALREADY DONE THIS BEFORE HAVING BEEN TRANSPORTED TO CHRISTMASES PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE. REMEMBER FOLKS, THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE OUT THERE READY TO STEAL YOUR THUNDER!! |
