Chirpy chirpy cheep cheep

Pic: Salvatore Vuono

Meet Gibson*, the latest secret weapon in Chancellor of the Exchequer George Osborne’s fight to bring the British economy out of recession. According to the Daily Telegraph, he has acquired a new pet named after the Dambusters leader:

“George named him after Guy Gibson, who led 617 Squadron on the Dam Busters raid,” whispers my man in Whitehall. “He is, like his namesake, a tough cookie. He will take a nip out of you if you don’t watch out.”

No word yet on how low he can fly and whether he can drop a bouncing bomb when under enemy fire.

*This is not the real Gibson. He declined to appear for our cameras. 

Do keep up, dear

Once upon a time the Hollywood magazine Variety was regarded as the voice of show business, regularly breaking dozens of stories in a famously sensationalist style which used a language all its own:

Now, it seems, it employs ‘reporters’ who are reduced to reading film directors’ Facebook pages and regurgitating material without any pre-existing knowledge. Last week, Dave McNary fearlessly exposed the brand new (to him) news that:

Peter Jackson has tapped British thesp Stephen Fry to play the Master of Laketown in “The Hobbit” and revealed on his Facebook page that he and Fry are collaborating on “Dambusters,” a WWII actioner that has been in development since 2006.

“I’ve known Stephen for several years, and we’re developing a ‘Dambusters’ movie together,” Jackson said in his Facebook post. “In addition to his writing skills, he’s a terrific actor and will create a very memorable Master for us.”

Fry’s involvement with “Dambusters,” produced through Jackson’s WingNut Films, hadn’t been announced previously. Project is centered on the 1943 Allied air raid on three German dams essential to the Nazi steel industry. [Emphasis added]

If Mr McNary had bothered to check on Google (it’s called a “search engine”, old boy) he would have come across a few thousand references to this ‘actioner’ project, going back several years:

Modesty forbids me mentioning the name of the blog which ranks third and fourth in these search results.

Suffice it to say that Mr Fry’s involvement with the film has been around so long that he even wrote about it in the latest instalment of his autobiography. And that came out in September last year.

Radio surprise

Pic: Vintage Radio Australia

Well, this is extraordinary! A radio adaptation of Paul Brickhill’s The Dam Busters in 26 half hour episodes, produced by ‘Australasian Radio’ in 1954, and introduced by Brickhill himself. I have to say that I never even knew this existed. As, at the moment, I don’t have 13 hours to spare to listen to every episode I’m unable to tell you a whole lot more, but stabbing around, I discovered that the raid itself is covered in Episode 6. The raid is observed almost entirely from inside Gibson’s aircraft, and the Möhne Dam is breached by the third aircraft attacking, so you could say that a certain amount of latitude has been taken with what happened in real life. There are other scenes back at Grantham and Scampton, with Air Marshal Harris’s attempts to ring the White House treated as a series of comic turns with hapless switchboard operators and annoyed hotel proprietors. The sound quality is however excellent, so I’d be fascinated to know in which vaults this has been lying for over 50 years.
[Hat tip to Oggie at Lancaster Archive, who also cites Wings Over New Zealand, although I can’t find any mention there.]

Downhill all the way

Sad decline in standards at the Daily Express. Here is a paper which once seemed never to have left the Second World War period, but which now employs writers (or sub-editors) who don’t have its essential facts and figures at their fingertips. Above is a screengrab from a preview article for a TV programme which appeared over the Christmas period, under the byline of one Adam Edwards. One problem, Mr Edwards – the RAF never had a 633 Squadron. The number was used for a fictional squadron, in a film of the same name, which was made in 1964… Perhaps you got the music muddled up?

Happy New Year!

As usual, I saw in the New Year in the company of Jools Holland and his merry band of Hootenayers. I have to say that I was a bit disappointed that there weren’t quite the usual range of old R’n’B stars belting out catchy soul numbers. However, towards the end of the evening the ‘sound artist’ Henry Dagg performed a familiar tune on a previously unknown instrument. (Courtesy of Youtube)

Er, yes, I think it is…

One of the humdrum tasks in writing a blog is checking and deleting the spam which WordPress’s Akismet software has flagged up as ‘possible’. This is normally a tedious task. No thank you, I don’t want any of your organ enhancement projects, nor do I want to meet a new Russian lady friend. But occasionally they make me laugh, which is what happened today. Step forward a gentleman by the name of Mister Pikavippi, who wanted to tell me:

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I couldn’t have expressed it better myself.

If you’ve got a few bob to spare…

… you could do worse than investing in these goodies.

Being sold next week at Canterbury Auctions is this first edition of Paul Brickhill’s  magnum opus, signed by its late owner Flg Off Brian Goodale, wireless operator in David Shannon’s AJ-L on the Dams Raid, and various other luminaries. Guide price £500-£700.

Rather more expensive are three documents featuring the signature of Guy Gibson. They are on sale at Paul Fraser Collectibles for no less than £22,000. I have to say this seems an enormous price for a photograph, a page from an autograph album and an application form for a Skegness ‘entertainment’ club. In these straitened times, will anybody pay this amount? As the sale will be private, we shall probably never know.

Time to let go, chaps, time to let go

Pic: Daily Mail
I’ve nothing against people wearing fancy dress to big sporting occasions. If they want to spend hours watching a football match sweltering inside a suit of armour or an animal costume, well, that’s their choice. But I do wonder why English people persist in the ridiculous fantasy that a game between England and Germany is a rematch of the Second World War.
The fact is, the war was a terrible tragedy which did huge material damage and cost the lives of millions of people. These losses are cheapened – mocked even – when pictures of a pair of idiot England fans dressed up in RAF uniforms are beamed round the world.
It’s time to end this rubbish. I rarely agree with Daily Mail columnist Richard Littlejohn but this paragraph from his diatribe in Monday’s paper was spot on:
At South Africa 2010, the Germans again came out on top against England – as they have in every major tournament since 1966. Surely it’s time to bury the tiresome ‘Two World Wars and one World Cup’ taunt for good.
The fact is, England were beaten by a younger, fitter, better team, with a home-grown manager (who is apparently inspired by his mentor Jurgen Klinsmann’s time at the mighty Tottenham Hotspur). Germany has now beaten England in every match in the finals of a major championship since 1966 and yet we persist in invoking our one success, 44 years ago. Even more embarrassing is our habit of insulting German people by using the words ‘Kraut’ or ‘Hun’, and then pretending that we are still at war with them.
It really is time we grew up.

Probably best known as…

The recent demise of Reg Varney saw another rash of newspaper articles recalling someone half-remembered from way back when. Even though he had been the star of at least two well known TV series (not just the awful On the Buses but also the earlier, and funnier, The Rag Trade) the obituaries still had to remind many of us as to who exactly he was, falling back on the old clichés: ’15 minutes of fame …’, ‘probably best known as …’. Happily still around, even if not acting any more, is Mr Jon Dixon whose 90 seconds of fame played a significant part in the way in which the Dambusters have come to define Britishness. I hope the repeat fees from all those ‘100 Best TV Ads’ documentaries are some sort of compensation.