Showing posts with label King's Speech. Show all posts
Showing posts with label King's Speech. Show all posts

Wednesday, 2 March 2011






THE KING’S SPEECH
Celebrity, secrets & speeches…

Well, dearest readers, it wasn’t really a great secret was it?...
The King’s Speech magnificently trumped all its rivals to carry off a hatful of Oscars recently, and all very splendid it is too.
(Surprisingly, the present Mrs Blogbrarian and I have yet to venture forth to our local cinema hall to witness said motion picture, but all our chums say how marvellous it is…do you concur, dear readers? We’d value your recommendations, of course).

What is – however – no secret or surprise, quite naturally, is that Bexley Libraries have the book recounting this splendid tale…Locate its whereabouts by pressing THIS.
While you’re at it, esteemed reader, you might conceivably wish to delve further into the historical background to this story of our own dear departed King & Queen?....Simply press here – BINGO!

Now, if this previous information came as no great surprise to you, would you like to hear a few personal secrets from “close to home?”…
Yes?
Splendid!

Well, then…
* Secret number one…Public speaking:
The Blogbrarian (at moments of intense emotion, heightened excitement, or lecturing to assembled multitudes) has been known to “dry up” or stammer: thank goodness, then, that Bexley Libraries hold a vast treasure trove of books devoted to rectifying this particular difficulty – here’s THE SECRET
* Secret number two…Family shame
A very distant relative of mine (Great Uncle George) once hurled a clod of mud at the infant Queen Mother (both being of very tender years at the time)…No surprise, then, that Uncle George thereafter failed to receive subsequent mention in any honours lists…
* Secret number three…Celebrity secrets
still on an awards based theme, The Blogbrarian himself is no stranger to the lure of the red carpet, the joy of the flashing bulb, the clamour of adulation – how his heart swelled when he came fifth in the prestigious “cataloguer of the year” awards (1963) or was only narrowly pipped to the coveted “Librarian chappie in tweeds on the catwalk (1965)” prize…
Ahh, nostalgia. Ahh, fame…Oh, how I simply adore fashion

Well, sadly, that’s me done for another week…

Don’t forget to join the debate about the King’s Speech (either book OR film versions) in the comments box below. Have you seen it? What did you think? Do let us know…

And, don’t worry, dear readers - this brush with flame and celebrity will NOT change me.

Ciao!
Mwah! Mwah!