06 August 2007
The Prisoner: "Fall Out", Part 2
Part two of "Fall Out", the name of which episode, like a fool, I forgot to give in the last post here.
Be seeing you.
Be seeing you.
I Am Not A Number, I Am... Number One???!!!
The last, and perhaps the most problematic, episode of "The Prisoner", in which No. 6, having won his battle with No. 2 in "Degree Absolute", and having seemingly defeated the Village's masters' attempts to break him, is taken to see No. 1.
This episode's ending, and most especially No. 6's confrontation with No. 1 at the episode's climax, caused so much controversy among consternated viewers of "The Prisoner', that McGoohan and family had to first go into seclusion, then leave Britain, first for Switzerland, then the US, where they've been ever since.
Be seeing you.
This episode's ending, and most especially No. 6's confrontation with No. 1 at the episode's climax, caused so much controversy among consternated viewers of "The Prisoner', that McGoohan and family had to first go into seclusion, then leave Britain, first for Switzerland, then the US, where they've been ever since.
Be seeing you.
The Prisoner: "Degree Absolute", Part Five
The fifth, and last, part of "Degree Absolute", in which the psychological, and sometimes, physical, battle between No. 2 and No. 6 comes to its conclusion.
Be seeing you.
Be seeing you.
I'm Not A Number, I Am... Having A Heart Attack???!!!
From "The Prisoner", part 1 of the series' penultimate episode,"Degree Absolute", in which No. 2(played by Leo McKern) engages in a psychological battle with No. 6(Patrick McGoohan), in which there can only be one winner.
The intensity of the episode, and of the performances given by McKern and McGoohan therein, resulted in the physical collapse of Mr. McKern on the episode's set at one point during its filming.
Be seeing you.
The intensity of the episode, and of the performances given by McKern and McGoohan therein, resulted in the physical collapse of Mr. McKern on the episode's set at one point during its filming.
Be seeing you.
Men!!!!
A married male friend of mine sent me this joke via e-mail this evening. To my married, or long-term partner, friends out there, I hope your relationships haven't yet sunk to this level.
Be seeing you.
One night , after the couple had retired for the night, the woman became aware that her husband was touching her in a most unusual manner. He started by running his hand across her shoulders and the small of her back. He ran his hand over her breasts, touching them very lightly. Then, he proceeded to run his hand gently down her side, sliding his hand over her stomach, and then down the other side to a point below her waist. He continued on, gently feeling her hips, first one side and the other.
His hand ran further down the outside of her thighs. His gentle stroking then started up the inside of her left thigh, stopped and then returned to do the same to her right thigh. By this time the woman was becoming aroused and she squirmed a little to better position herself. The man stopped abruptly and rolled over to his side of the bed.
" Why are you stopping"? she whispered.
He whispered back, " I found the remote".
Be seeing you.
One night , after the couple had retired for the night, the woman became aware that her husband was touching her in a most unusual manner. He started by running his hand across her shoulders and the small of her back. He ran his hand over her breasts, touching them very lightly. Then, he proceeded to run his hand gently down her side, sliding his hand over her stomach, and then down the other side to a point below her waist. He continued on, gently feeling her hips, first one side and the other.
His hand ran further down the outside of her thighs. His gentle stroking then started up the inside of her left thigh, stopped and then returned to do the same to her right thigh. By this time the woman was becoming aroused and she squirmed a little to better position herself. The man stopped abruptly and rolled over to his side of the bed.
" Why are you stopping"? she whispered.
He whispered back, " I found the remote".
Of Tasers and Testicles
Just got this in an e-mail from a friend of mine.
No, I don't think it happened to him, as his wife ain't named Toni, and they've a dachshund named Mike, rather than a cat.
On the other hand, still funnier than all Hell.
Be seeing you.
Classic...don't tell me you can read this without laughing...
>
> (Only a guy would do this!) A guy who purchased his lovely wife a
>pocket
> Taser for their anniversary submitted this :
>
> Last weekend at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop I was looking for a
>little
> something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a
>100,000-volt
> pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to
>be short
> lived, with no long-term adverse affect on an assailant. The idea
>is to
> allow my wife -- who would never consider a gun --adequate time to
>retreat
> to safety. WAY TOO COOL!!
>
> Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded
>in two
> triple-a batteries and pushed the button. Nothing! I was
>disappointed. But
> then I read (yes, 'read') that if I pushed the button AND pressed it
>against
> a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of
>electricity
> darting back and forth between the prongs and I'd know it was
>working.
>
> Awesome!!! (Actually, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn
>spot is
> on the face of her microwave). Okay, so I was home alone with this
>new toy,
> thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two
>triple-a
> batteries, right?!! There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie
>looking on
> intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions
>and
> thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and
>blood
> moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a
>fraction
> of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But,
>if I
> was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a
>mugger,
> I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I
>wrong?
>
> So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
>glasses
> perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand,
>and
> taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would
>shock
> and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to
>cause
> muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second
>burst would
> purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out
>of water.
> Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
>
> So, I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked
>to one
> side as to say, "don't do it," reasoning that a one-second burst
>from such a
> tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give
>myself
> a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to
>my
> naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF
>MASS
> DESTRUCTION @!@$$!%!@*!!!
>
> I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
>me up in
> the recliner, and body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over
>and
> over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
>position,
> with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire,
>testicles
> nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the
>oddest
> position, and tingling in my legs.
>
> You should know, if you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with
>a
> taser,that there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap
> yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
>from your
> hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
>
> SON-OF-A-... that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't
>be sure,
> as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected what little
>wits I
> had left, sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses
>were on
> the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My
>triceps, right
> thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it
>had been
> shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still
>looking
> for my testicles!! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe
>return.
>
> Still in shock,
>Your Friend
No, I don't think it happened to him, as his wife ain't named Toni, and they've a dachshund named Mike, rather than a cat.
On the other hand, still funnier than all Hell.
Be seeing you.
Classic...don't tell me you can read this without laughing...
>
> (Only a guy would do this!) A guy who purchased his lovely wife a
> Taser for their anniversary submitted this :
>
> Last weekend at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop I was looking for a
>little
> something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a
>100,000-volt
> pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to
>be short
> lived, with no long-term adverse affect on an assailant. The idea
>is to
> allow my wife -- who would never consider a gun --adequate time to
>retreat
> to safety. WAY TOO COOL!!
>
> Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded
>in two
> triple-a batteries and pushed the button. Nothing! I was
>disappointed. But
> then I read (yes, 'read') that if I pushed the button AND pressed it
>against
> a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of
>electricity
> darting back and forth between the prongs and I'd know it was
>working.
>
> Awesome!!! (Actually, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn
>spot is
> on the face of her microwave). Okay, so I was home alone with this
>new toy,
> thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two
>triple-a
> batteries, right?!! There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie
>looking on
> intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions
>and
> thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and
>blood
> moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a
>fraction
> of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But,
>if I
> was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a
>mugger,
> I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I
>wrong?
>
> So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
>glasses
> perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand,
>and
> taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would
>shock
> and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to
>cause
> muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second
>burst would
> purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out
>of water.
> Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
>
> So, I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked
>to one
> side as to say, "don't do it," reasoning that a one-second burst
>from such a
> tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give
>myself
> a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to
>my
> naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF
>MASS
> DESTRUCTION @!@$$!%!@*!!!
>
> I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
>me up in
> the recliner, and body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over
>and
> over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
>position,
> with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire,
>testicles
> nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the
>oddest
> position, and tingling in my legs.
>
> You should know, if you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with
>a
> taser,that there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap
> yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
>from your
> hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
>
> SON-OF-A-... that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't
>be sure,
> as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected what little
>wits I
> had left, sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses
>were on
> the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My
>triceps, right
> thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it
>had been
> shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still
>looking
> for my testicles!! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe
>return.
>
> Still in shock,
>Your Friend
04 August 2007
Old MySpace Whining In New Bottles
Have been extremely remiss in posting here, or rather, re-posting here, for the past couple of weeks or so, and have fallen woefully behind.
So, to remedy that deplorable situation, have re-posted here, in reverse chronological order the various posts I've made on my MySpace blog since 27th July, when I last posted here.
Right now, we're up to 29th July, so there's a ways to go yet.
That said, hope you enjoy the various article, joke and video posts here, 'cos there's more to come, still.
So, to remedy that deplorable situation, have re-posted here, in reverse chronological order the various posts I've made on my MySpace blog since 27th July, when I last posted here.
Right now, we're up to 29th July, so there's a ways to go yet.
That said, hope you enjoy the various article, joke and video posts here, 'cos there's more to come, still.
Men!!!!
Category: Romance and Relationships
A married male friend of mine sent me this joke via e-mail this evening. To my married, or long-term partner, friends out there, I hope your relationships haven't yet sunk to this level.
Be seeing you.
One night , after the couple had retired for the night, the woman became aware that her husband was touching her in a most unusual manner. He started by running his hand across her shoulders and the small of her back. He ran his hand over her breasts, touching them very lightly. Then, he proceeded to run his hand gently down her side, sliding his hand over her stomach, and then down the other side to a point below her waist. He continued on, gently feeling her hips, first one side and the other.
His hand ran further down the outside of her thighs. His gentle stroking then started up the inside of her left thigh, stopped and then returned to do the same to her right thigh. By this time the woman was becoming aroused and she squirmed a little to better position herself. The man stopped abruptly and rolled over to his side of the bed.
" Why are you stopping"? she whispered.
He whispered back, " I found the remote".
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Of Tasers and Testicles
Category: Life
Just got this in an e-mail from a friend of mine.
No, I don't think it happened to him, as his wife ain't named Toni, and they've a dachshund named Mike, rather than a cat.
On the other hand, still funnier than all Hell.
Be seeing you.
Classic...don't tell me you can read this without laughing...
>
> (Only a guy would do this!) A guy who purchased his lovely wife a
>pocket
> Taser for their anniversary submitted this :
>
> Last weekend at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop I was looking for a
>little
> something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a
>100,000-volt
> pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to
>be short
> lived, with no long-term adverse affect on an assailant. The idea
>is to
> allow my wife -- who would never consider a gun --adequate time to
>retreat
> to safety. WAY TOO COOL!!
>
> Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded
>in two
> triple-a batteries and pushed the button. Nothing! I was
>disappointed. But
> then I read (yes, 'read') that if I pushed the button AND pressed it
>against
> a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of
>electricity
> darting back and forth between the prongs and I'd know it was
>working.
>
> Awesome!!! (Actually, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn
>spot is
> on the face of her microwave). Okay, so I was home alone with this
>new toy,
> thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two
>triple-a
> batteries, right?!! There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie
>looking on
> intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions
>and
> thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and
>blood
> moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a
>fraction
> of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But,
>if I
> was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a
>mugger,
> I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I
>wrong?
>
> So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
>glasses
> perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand,
>and
> taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would
>shock
> and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to
>cause
> muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second
>burst would
> purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out
>of water.
> Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
>
> So, I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked
>to one
> side as to say, "don't do it," reasoning that a one-second burst
>from such a
> tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give
>myself
> a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to
>my
> naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF
>MASS
> DESTRUCTION @!@$$!%!@*!!!
>
> I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
>me up in
> the recliner, and body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over
>and
> over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
>position,
> with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire,
>testicles
> nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the
>oddest
> position, and tingling in my legs.
>
> You should know, if you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with
>a
> taser,that there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap
> yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
>from your
> hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
>
> SON-OF-A-... that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't
>be sure,
> as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected what little
>wits I
> had left, sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses
>were on
> the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My
>triceps, right
> thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it
>had been
> shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still
>looking
> for my testicles!! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe
>return.
>
> Still in shock,
>Your Friend
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Category: Romance and Relationships
A married male friend of mine sent me this joke via e-mail this evening. To my married, or long-term partner, friends out there, I hope your relationships haven't yet sunk to this level.
Be seeing you.
One night , after the couple had retired for the night, the woman became aware that her husband was touching her in a most unusual manner. He started by running his hand across her shoulders and the small of her back. He ran his hand over her breasts, touching them very lightly. Then, he proceeded to run his hand gently down her side, sliding his hand over her stomach, and then down the other side to a point below her waist. He continued on, gently feeling her hips, first one side and the other.
His hand ran further down the outside of her thighs. His gentle stroking then started up the inside of her left thigh, stopped and then returned to do the same to her right thigh. By this time the woman was becoming aroused and she squirmed a little to better position herself. The man stopped abruptly and rolled over to his side of the bed.
" Why are you stopping"? she whispered.
He whispered back, " I found the remote".
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Of Tasers and Testicles
Category: Life
Just got this in an e-mail from a friend of mine.
No, I don't think it happened to him, as his wife ain't named Toni, and they've a dachshund named Mike, rather than a cat.
On the other hand, still funnier than all Hell.
Be seeing you.
Classic...don't tell me you can read this without laughing...
>
> (Only a guy would do this!) A guy who purchased his lovely wife a
> Taser for their anniversary submitted this :
>
> Last weekend at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop I was looking for a
>little
> something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a
>100,000-volt
> pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to
>be short
> lived, with no long-term adverse affect on an assailant. The idea
>is to
> allow my wife -- who would never consider a gun --adequate time to
>retreat
> to safety. WAY TOO COOL!!
>
> Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded
>in two
> triple-a batteries and pushed the button. Nothing! I was
>disappointed. But
> then I read (yes, 'read') that if I pushed the button AND pressed it
>against
> a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of
>electricity
> darting back and forth between the prongs and I'd know it was
>working.
>
> Awesome!!! (Actually, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn
>spot is
> on the face of her microwave). Okay, so I was home alone with this
>new toy,
> thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two
>triple-a
> batteries, right?!! There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie
>looking on
> intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions
>and
> thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and
>blood
> moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a
>fraction
> of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But,
>if I
> was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a
>mugger,
> I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I
>wrong?
>
> So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
>glasses
> perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand,
>and
> taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would
>shock
> and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to
>cause
> muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second
>burst would
> purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out
>of water.
> Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
>
> So, I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked
>to one
> side as to say, "don't do it," reasoning that a one-second burst
>from such a
> tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give
>myself
> a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to
>my
> naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WEAPONS OF
>MASS
> DESTRUCTION @!@$$!%!@*!!!
>
> I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked
>me up in
> the recliner, and body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over
>and
> over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
>position,
> with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire,
>testicles
> nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the
>oddest
> position, and tingling in my legs.
>
> You should know, if you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with
>a
> taser,that there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap
> yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
>from your
> hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.
>
> SON-OF-A-... that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't
>be sure,
> as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected what little
>wits I
> had left, sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses
>were on
> the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My
>triceps, right
> thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it
>had been
> shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still
>looking
> for my testicles!! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe
>return.
>
> Still in shock,
>Your Friend
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Cathead Theatre: "Hamlet", Act 2, Scene 2
And, now, thanks to Cheryl and her friend Glenn, it's time for an episode of "Cathead Theatre", which to-day presents a scene from William Shakespeare's "Hamlet", Act 2, Scene 2.
Be seeing you.
Be seeing you.
Article Link: "Making Lust Last"
Category: Romance and Relationships
For my married friends, as well as those in long-term relationships, of any kind, comes this link to an MSN article on how to make lust, excitement, passion, all that good stuff, last between you and your partner.
Would love to see your reactions to this piece, and whether or not, you all think it might be practical or complete bullshit.
The link's at:http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/loveandromance/articlegh.aspx?cp-documentid=2932773>1=10217
Be seeing you.
Category: Romance and Relationships
For my married friends, as well as those in long-term relationships, of any kind, comes this link to an MSN article on how to make lust, excitement, passion, all that good stuff, last between you and your partner.
Would love to see your reactions to this piece, and whether or not, you all think it might be practical or complete bullshit.
The link's at:http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/loveandromance/articlegh.aspx?cp-documentid=2932773>1=10217
Be seeing you.
I'm Not A Number, I'm.... At My Wit's End!!!!
Another excerpt from "Free For All", in which No. 6 finds that his new maid, along with the crush of his "adoring" partisans is proving to be more than a bit much for him.
Be seeing you.
Be seeing you.
I'm Not A Number, I Am... A Candidate For High Office???!!!
From "The Prisoner" episode, "Free For All", in which No. 6 is invited by No. 2 to participate as a candidate for his post in the Village elections, comes this extended excerpt, which is from a Spanish-subtitled version of the series(Don't know if from Spain, Mexico, Argentina, or other Hispanophone country, sorry).
McGoohan, the series' executive producer, co-creator(or one of them), and director of several episodes, as well as being "The Prisoner"'s star, and company take quite a few shots at the electoral process and its promises in this episode, as you can see for yourselves here.
Be seeing you.
McGoohan, the series' executive producer, co-creator(or one of them), and director of several episodes, as well as being "The Prisoner"'s star, and company take quite a few shots at the electoral process and its promises in this episode, as you can see for yourselves here.
Be seeing you.
I Am Not A Number, I AmThe Episode Preview Adverts!!!!
This was, whether for the UK or US markets, I've no idea, a set of episode previews and teasers for "The Prisoner", probably issued when the show was initially released in the UK in '67, and in the US in '68.
I personally suspect that this set of adverts is for the UK market(even in spite of the announcer's American accent), because of the use of the word "channel" rather than "station", as most American tv show adverts would have used.
But, I could be wrong on that score.
All speculation aside, these teasers should help give something of an idea of what the series was like, even if they don't give the whole picture.
Be seeing you.
I personally suspect that this set of adverts is for the UK market(even in spite of the announcer's American accent), because of the use of the word "channel" rather than "station", as most American tv show adverts would have used.
But, I could be wrong on that score.
All speculation aside, these teasers should help give something of an idea of what the series was like, even if they don't give the whole picture.
Be seeing you.
I'm Not A Number, I Am The Alternate Opening Title Credits!!!
Also from "The Prisoner" comes this set of alternate opening title credits, with the musical theme by Wilfred Josephs, rather than Ron Grainer's famous title music.
This was an earlier version of the series' opening titles, that was rejected, mainly because it was felt that Josephs' score wasn't adequate to the task(I believe), and, if so, I have to concur with that decision.
It was, however, kept in the sample episode that was shown to the press before the series' initial release, along with some closing footage that was also later replaced.
This was thought to have been lost, until, sometime in the 1980's, a copy of this turned up in Canada.
Be seeing you.
This was an earlier version of the series' opening titles, that was rejected, mainly because it was felt that Josephs' score wasn't adequate to the task(I believe), and, if so, I have to concur with that decision.
It was, however, kept in the sample episode that was shown to the press before the series' initial release, along with some closing footage that was also later replaced.
This was thought to have been lost, until, sometime in the 1980's, a copy of this turned up in Canada.
Be seeing you.
I Am Not A Number, I Am... The Opening Credits!!!!
From Fry and Laurie, we return, after an interval of several days, to the "The Prisoner". starting out with the famous opening title sequence that was a part of every show, except "Fall Out", the very last episode.
The episode this title sequence comes from is "The Chimes Of Big Ben", with the late, great Leo McKern(some of you out there will remember him as Rumpole Of The Bailey)as No. 2.
Be seeing you.
The episode this title sequence comes from is "The Chimes Of Big Ben", with the late, great Leo McKern(some of you out there will remember him as Rumpole Of The Bailey)as No. 2.
Be seeing you.
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