The feeble musings of an incompetent, middle-aged, baffoon who is embracing eccentricity and trying to raise some money for a nice charity. I like the word philanthropy, tweed jackets and the smell of Diesel fumes. Slowly turning into a mumbling recluse.
Sunday 24 July 2011
The Walking Cinema!
This is one of the many and brilliant inventions of Mr William Friese-Greene. Every Edwardian gent had a moustache (and a tweed jacket with trailinjg wires everywhere!).
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