The Tale Of The Tape

Shannon Lee, daughter of Bruce Lee has wrtitten a column stating “white men” should stop telling her fathers story .
Now, I understand her frustration..If she feels her father is being attacked, she jumps to his defence,
However, to say “white men” in the way she has is the definiton of racism, odd as her mother is also white.

The things is Bruce Lee’s daughter would be the definition of ” privileged ” Not to mention, yes sure if Jews, Blacks, and to some extend Muslims say this kind of stuff , its understandable they have all been kept down in one way or other for 100s of years BUT the Chinese ( a culture I have always liked, generally speaking) have a worse human rights history than most white countries – to this day..

Look how they treat women , workers and Muslims and of course the lies around the pandemic

Now, getting to the point at hand the white man Shannon is talking about is Quentin Tarantino. Now, sure Quentin can be mouthy, he can be shallow , his films are a stranger to depth, largely speaking….He tends to be someone who speaks a good game BUT the truth of him doesn’t quite match up, a bit like Russell Brand.

However, he is 100% correct about what he says regarding the truth behind the TV series Kung Fu.

I was/am a huge fan of the show and of Bruce Lee. For a while, I believed the myth, that is to say Buce wrote the show , took it to Warner Bros, they turned it down , then turned it out with a different actor, one David Carradine .
This I soon discovered was a lie . The tale of the tape, shows the truth, click here for more detail https://tvwriter.com/herbie-j-pilato-tells-all-about-the-origin-of-the-classic-series-kung-fu/ . Ed Spielman wrote/produced the show, they wanted Bruce to be involved , at one point, but the person Bruce spoke to, couldn’t understand what he was saying .. So , Bruce was passed on . The irony is it was Bruce who based his story Warror on Ed’s show.

As I say, I am a fan of Bruce Lee and I don’t see that any of this takes away from Bruce , the man or the myth.
The reason for this is Bruce achieved so much and reamins an important figure in film, TV, Martial Arts history and pop culture in general
Also, and this is key …It wasnt Bruce that claimed he wrote the TV show Kung Fu, it was his wife in Linda Lee, in a book she wrote about Bruce.

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Cats life..

People dying, people not able to pay rent due to being laid off.. Canceled, this and closed down that..

However, I have to say, I feel sorry for the world’s cats.. Who are used to having the sunny spot on the bed to themselves, all day.. Able to glide around each room undisturbed.. The whole home their playground..

Now they have to endure being picked up and kissed every two minutes by a human, who won’t stop talking and whom is, seemingly, surgically attached to their smelly, biscuit crumb coated pyjamas. Who never leaves the house.
“what the hell has happened to my life” they must think.

Poor Kitty cats of the world.

The Away Game, Three Years On.

It was 2016 when I landed at LAX, to start my ‘New World’ adventure, delivered by an airline who’s idea of a “veggie option” was a limp salad in a bun, seemingly fashioned from the rock face of Mount Rushmore.. So much for progression
Landing in Los Angeles is always exciting, at first…At least, if like me, your formative years were spent watching 12 too many American films and telly shows .
The first few months were spent retracing the footsteps of the sons and daughters of the silver screen, sorting legal papers and soaking the Vitamin D that rained from the forever blue sky. Well, England isn’t known for wall to wall sun or even one partition wall of sun for that matter, even in the summer (although due to global warming things are changing) thus, there was a lot of catching up to do.

That said, it only took a couple of months before I parked my sitting in the garden with top off days. There were a few reasons for this, the most important being, I noticed I was starting to resemble a Pakistani Elvis impersonator. It may surprise every being in the Milky-way, not to mention builders from Derry, but this was not the direction I was aiming for.

The fact is, after a few years the novelty of getting a summer beach sun tan merely by walking 4 minutes to the shop, going for a pint in a pub James Dean went in, walking down the street that was featured in Nightmare On Elm Street, strolling barefoot along the beach used in the original Planet Of The Apes movie or seeing your local park on various films and TV shows does start to dwindle.
One of the curious effects, life in LA has, is it seems to blunt the day and give one a kind of numb, spaced out feeling, akin to taking too many Prozac.
This may say sound spoilt, however the imagination needs fresh wallpaper after a time, no matter where you are and the soul needs more fertile ground- not to mention avoiding Kelly Osbourne in the Sunset Marquis does become a, minor, issue after a while.

At some point the riches of Los Angeles start to look shabby once you are an actual resident of the city … The taxes one pays are many and you have to wonder where they go. The moment you leave West Hollywood you encounter broken pavements, boarded up properties and a universe of people living in tents and cars.
The closer you get to skid row the more dystopian it gets, I could write about what goes on but you wouldn’t believe me, lets just say a minute in skid row and you start to think Dante’s Inferno was actually just a script for a show on Nickelodeon.

Then we have the matter of culture, point of fact there isn’t any… At least compared to Europe.. In terms of tech, LA (America in general) is out in front of the UK and Europe BUT when it comes to philosophy, idea’s and matters of the spirit, America is light years behind.
In many ways the soul purpose of American life is to work. That’s it . Work, purchase, have one week off a year and spend all your money you saved, working over 40 hours a week for 40 years, on a hip replacement in a Sherman Oaks Hospital.
In short, a human is made into nothing more than a work horse that’s only desire is to own product. The amount of stuff that’s brought and not needed, gets worse by the year..

I spoke to someone the other day and they said ” Oh you really must get an iWatch, It does nearly everything my cell phone does”
I replied “Well if you already have a phone that does what the watch does, why do you need the watch ?”
They said not knowing what they are actually saying, which is very LA ” Well, I don’t waste so much time on my phone checking emails and texts”
It’s true they may not be wasting as much time on their phone, however I’d say they are wasting just as much time, in general..Just on a different device.
In terms of rational this person’s logic was like the “one louder” scene in Spinal Tap and in terms of device addiction it’s like the scene in Woody Allen’s Annie Hall, when the child (speaking as his future self) says “I used to be a heroin addict and now I’m a methadone addict”
It’s hilarious the tech people have now, all of which they pretty much use for the same sort of thing- Desktop computer, laptop computer, ipad, cell phone and now iwatch …What next socks that make a noise when you get a text and underwear that lets you check your social media updates.

The worst thing about living in Los Angeles though is having to endure the air quality. It’s awful, so bad, you can dust your home at 8am and by 1pm it needs doing again, as the Mr Sheen clean surfaces are once again layered with black dust. Nearly everywhere in LA is near a freeway, highway, motorway or busy road ..A help if you need to drive somewhere but a hindrance if you would rather not go through life having to match your shoes and belt with a portable oxygen system.

Still when all is said and the washing up still isn’t done, there are worse places to be… I’m not living in a bomb shelter in Syria, I’m not having to survive on the streets of Mexico, I’m not having my home invaded in the State Of Palestine and I’m not having to endure an episode of Come Die Dine With Me, in a Bed and Breakfast in Swindon.

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Cruising, The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead, has been dominating the Worlds television schedules for five years now, in that time (like any TV show) there have been peaks and troths from edge of the seat viewing to “This is just boring “ snooze episodes. The show has managed to channel George A. Romero classics , Lord Of The Flies and even at times The Waltons- albeit a version where everyone says “Goodnight John Boy” only to wake up and have to shoot John Boy in the head, because they found him trying to eat their feet in a zombie frenzy.

The world the characters try to survive in, is one that’s seen civilisation shake and crumble, humanity tested and at times abandoned altogether – betrayals, murder, torture and even a spot of cannibalism (hows that for eventful TV, you didn’t get that on The Thorn Birds ) . Often the search for hope seems hopeless – why bother waking up if all the day holds is long monologues about nothing in particular, breaking into abandoned shops to rescue pizzas that went out of date four years before and, of course, the on going threat of being a “Walkers “ mid day snack or murdered by depraved members of other gangs, often times people meet both fates. Making new friends seems utterly pointless as you just know within a month they will be found “Turned” in a field, eating someone’s dis-guarded tattooed arm.
As a viewer, the show still holds interest but I have to say there have been times when at least 7 episodes of two different seasons , seemed completely pointless. Hour after hour of shots of lone human ponderously strolling through fields or forests, while looking into the middle distance.
Scene after scene of avoidable gruesome zombie attacks, that bombard the screen with blood and guts and fill the air with the sound of crunching bone and ripping flesh. All the while an actual story line seems out of reach.
It’s almost as if the screen writers are stuck in loop, often repeating story lines and character types. Rick and the gang stuck in the game of repeat and replay. For instance they seem to keep meeting an arch villain, whom is an merely an up graded version of a nemesis they dealt with a season or two before – Thus, Shane begat The Governor who begat Negan. It’s almost as if the writers have just one idea for a villain and rather than create a whole new one they simply update the last one by making him more disturbed, more twisted, more theatrical and, some what, camp. I’m half expecting the next villain to be a manic, sadistic, evil version of Little Richard, whom breaks into joyful yelps and screams as he wipes out the dead and the living alike with a swish of his pink polished killer sharp nails.
Actually. I would suggest the new Walking Dead has a covert gay strand.
Negan, in his George Michael Faith era stubble, Leather jacket and jeans combo, is the homo supreme, waving his firm big bat around, like a character in Un chant d’amour, in order to gain love and respect.
To drill the point home he used his “Weapon” to helicopter two characters to death, in, the much complained about, ] episode one…
After this he then laid the cuckold on Rick. He belittled him. He humiliated him in front of his home crowd.Rick the leader became Rick subservient
However his real prize, his true desire is Daryl..
Thus, in one the last episodes to win his love , means to make him “Switch teams” ..
How to do this? Well, its obvious, just throw him, naked, in a closet and play a form of show tune on a loop. Negan even offers Daryl a world of soft furnishing and a pair of new shoes should he “come out the closet” anew.
How can any heart resist?

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