From the other slides in this set, I believe that this is the rarely seen view of Niagara Falls. I have no idea what the structure in the background is, but I'm sure someone will let me know.
Normally, I don't improve / muck-around with the slides I scan, but I do plead guilty to this one. The slides had faded and discoloured (Damned Ektachrome), but the woman's red shirt had remained vibrant. So, desaturated everythinga round it...ta-da !
Good God !
We already have a blog devoted to Cake Wrecks ... do we now need one for Flower Arranging Disasters ?
The slide in question is labelled "Flower Show, March 7, 1961", and it is out of focus slightly...but its true quality does shine through. A plastic fire engine, festooned with some (artificial?) flowers. Accessorised with fire hydrant and dog. I mean W.T.F.??
It gets worse. It won an award ! There is no hope for this world.
Time to dip into the "School Trips" boxes, and this time it's from the "Ibiza, Easter 1973" selection.
Three of the "young dudes" pose for the camera in their finery. Denim and crimplene...perefect for those hot days in Spanish sun. I wonder what happened to these chaps ?
Ed (left) left school at 15, and started roadying for midlands legends "The Hammermen", before being convicted of drug dealing and landing up in jail for 7 years. On release, Ed found Jesus, and ran a youthclub in Matlock before being convicted of drug dealing again. After another 7 years, we was released on parole and disappeared off to Canada with his best friend's daughter.
Ted (middle) was a geek, and remained a geek. Honing his programming skillson the Polytechnic's mainframe, he wrote the software for a small local building society. Unfortunately, he included an exploit that skimmed 1 penny off every acount, every month into his own account, and was last heard of on the run in Thailand.
Eddie (right) in now the Tory MEP for East Anglia (North). Loser.
This little cutie just has to be called Sooty. And with eyes like that, what's not to like ?
Graduation from Kindergarten (or maybe a Confirmation) and Henry's landed lucky. He's pulled these two beauties - the Holden Twins - Missie an Cissie. Henry, you're a hound !
More architecture, and not of the pretty variety.
A fine concrete water tower, but no other info is available. Judging from the cars, it could be in America and in the 1960's, but the actual water tower could be from any era from the 1930's onwards.
Anyone recognise it ?
That's what it says on the slide, and who am I to disagree.
It could just as accurately be labeled "The Bad Old Days of Zoos". Another highly evolved mammal being kept in a soul-crushing bare cage, being gawped at by slack jawed yokels.
( Yes, I know it's blurred, but surely you'll forgive the photographer that.)
After 4 straight uninterupted hours of Knitting Natter, Henry just gave up. Even the thought of a new woolly pullover couldn't preventing him lapsing into a deep sleep.
Dreams of cricket matches, warm beer and how his wife Hilda (in the blue cardy) used to look.
There aren't many Rear Admirals who hve their own fan club, but Rear Admiral Sandy Carfax is no ordinary man.
No other member of the British Merchant Navy recieved the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Iton Cross (with Oak Leaves!) for his actions in the 1941 Battle of Shefield.
Here, his loyal fan club are seen spending the entire day following him around. Maybe they'll buy him a 99 !
Down a side street in Paignton, you can find an unassuming, unexceptional 1960's office block.
It may appear to be just another unpleasant carbunkle, serving as home to numerous accountants, recruitment companies and lawyers. But it's not.
This is the workspace of 85 of Britain's most experienced dommes and mistresses, providing services to the cream of England's captains of industry.
Here they can submit themselves to the whim of Mistress Whiplash, safe in the knowledge that no passers by can see into the penthouse dungeon.
There may be other "Ministries of Correction" in your home town. Can you spot them children ?
Oh boy. I bet Trudy would be embarrassed to see this now. By now, she'll be a contented forty-ish soccer-mom, and probably wouldn't be displaying her undies to the world.
Well, not before a few medicinal brandies.
And that carpet....it's un-natural !
...is through the chest cavity. With a pneumatic saw.
Actually, I don't think the photo is of a heart op...from the other shots in the series, it's probably a hip replacement, or similar, but I just fancied a St Valentine's Day jest.
Here we have Dr Huey, Dr Louie and Prof Dewey, outside L'Ecole Surrealiste, the famous French Institute of silliness.
Dr Louie is attempting to prank Prof Dewey with the Fake-Hand-On-The-Shoulder gag, which the Prof is totally non-selling.
Dr Huey, on the other hand, furoiusly thinking about waterskiing penguins to demonstrate his grasp of surrealism.
Top Class French Philosophy wins again !
I'm not sure but I suspect that Daddy in the middle of the picture is either a fresh-back-from-'nam Marine Sarge, or a committed-to-the-cause England Football Supporter.
Either way, the girl (Chloe and Ratcliffe) seem to want to avoid getting in his way.
Nudge, nudge...wink, wink.
Oh bugger. It's Maude Jefferson and a friend.
In the unlikely event that someone's found this page based upon a Google search for Pron...sorry. This isn't that kind of blog.
Still, a shapely set of ankles, for any anklephiles out there.
In fact...an Autographed Dead Boy's T-Shirt.
For those of you who are too square to remember the name, The Dead Boys was the semi-legendary punk band featuring Stiv Bators !
Hmm. Indeed. Well, Judi seems rather proud of her tee, especially as it seems to have two autographs. One from Jimmy Zero, and the other possibly Stiv himself.
Photographed for insurance purposes ?
It's been a while since the last tedious image, so here's a extremely dull one. I'm sure someone could tell me where itis (London, obviously) but frankly, I'm not that interested.
Here's a cheeky little chappy.
It's entitled "The Kettle". (Well, it is a water 'otter.)
To my untrained eye, the outfits appear Napoleonic, but other than that, I'm clueless about the context of this photo. Perhaps it's to commemorate to Battle of Marengo, or it could be to entertain a bunch of tourists who happen to be dining at the Hotel Waterloo. Who knows ?
Now this one bugs me.
I've just got a fresh shipment of "zoo" shots, and there's quite a few like the one above. TYpical 50's and 60's aspirational zoo - and to many it sure looks interesting.
But what does the gorilla think of his enclosure? Even if he was born in captivity, he's got a body built for climbing, exploring and tree life. Did you know that every night, a gorilla in the wild builds a new nest from leaves and branches?
This little chap has a cold, bare, hard concrete "designer" compound. Seems to have nowhere to climb, or dig, or nest. I'm sure the humans will appreciate it...nowhere for the gorilla to hide, so he's always on view. Not much of a life really.
After quite a few American pictures, I thought I'd pst a distinctly English shot.
A little bit of web research suggests this is Lyme Regis in Dorset, and it looks about right. Hope it brings the memories flooding back.
My chum Andy has a birthday today, and I thought I'd dig out an old slide of a previous birthday party of his.
That's Andy on the left, clutching his favourite spoon as though his life depends on it. He's still got it today, tho' he will let go if it occassionally. You might wonder why he's got a pancake on his head...well, truth be told it was another failed cooking experiment.
In the middle of the picture is Ruth, his favourite squeeze. Ruth still had curly hair then,before it went straight after a severe shock when she saw....oh...right. We don't talk about that event. Oopsie. Oh the number three she's wearing was an early indication of Andy's stocktaking skills.
Just visible on the right is Nick. (Nick was Robin to Andy's Batman.) Nick didn't say much in those days,but was already plotting to annexe the whole birthday cake for himself.
Happy Birthday Dude.
With Britain suffering it's worst snowfall for 18 years, it seems appropriate to post a snowy pic from the States.
Now that's a decent amount of snow...not the piddling two inches that causes England to grind to a halt. Of course, the Daily Mail readers seem shocked that we have snow in winter, and see fit to use this as conclusive proof that Global Warming is bunkum. Still, if it stops them fromplastering their website with pictures of women in small amounts of clothes, then it's a welcome break.
Actually, it hasn't stopped them. They know what attracts passing trade from search engines.
( OK. I've been depressed by the DM enough for today. It's out of my system now.)
Everyone loves a party.
Especially one as cool as this one. And there's a LOT of cake for them to demolish.
On the wall is a "Season's Greetings" calendar apparently from "American Joe's Tavern". Google suggests that might be in Baltimore, so what are the chances of the lad on the right growing up to be John Waters ?
