My Life As A Horror Movie Star
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Sunday, 1 September 2013
Life as a Movie Horror Star
Once upon a time, there was a young lad, who along with his even younger brother, shared the wonder and sheer fear on a regular Saturday night. It was here, during the witching hour - for a short while- that BBC 2 decided to run, a double bill of classic 1930's horror films. Anybody, who was somebody ( or even something ) in the supernatural sphere were to be found, in this home of terror !
Now, many, many years later, one of those brothers has come to the realisation, that there is a moment in everyday, when his life is like a movie horror star.
It begins in the early hours, between the fading darkness and the first rays of the rising sun. This half dead being stirs itself into some level of consciousness. He starts by sliding his still, sleep paralysed legs across the mattress and letting them simply drop to the floor, this action of gravity produces enough momentum to catapult the upper part of his still slumbering form into a vertical position !
Then he STANDS ! Like Dr Frankenstein's creation, with arms outstretched before him - for essential balance - he staggers forward, groping the darkness for anything to aid his domestic geography, like a light switch or better still, a door ! Then he utters a low mono-syllabic moan, as one of his small toes of his foot make contact with the brass bed post ( why is it always the little ones that suffer ? ).
Now, many, many years later, one of those brothers has come to the realisation, that there is a moment in everyday, when his life is like a movie horror star.
It begins in the early hours, between the fading darkness and the first rays of the rising sun. This half dead being stirs itself into some level of consciousness. He starts by sliding his still, sleep paralysed legs across the mattress and letting them simply drop to the floor, this action of gravity produces enough momentum to catapult the upper part of his still slumbering form into a vertical position !
Then he STANDS ! Like Dr Frankenstein's creation, with arms outstretched before him - for essential balance - he staggers forward, groping the darkness for anything to aid his domestic geography, like a light switch or better still, a door ! Then he utters a low mono-syllabic moan, as one of his small toes of his foot make contact with the brass bed post ( why is it always the little ones that suffer ? ).
At last,SUCCESS, the bathroom has been located, the one without sense, tugging on the light cord -click - with this automatic action , the darkness is dispelled immediately and the all too blinding light seems as bright as looking into the sun itself ! The being stumbles towards the sink, shielding his recently dilated pupils from the overhead spotlights, and then hisses - it's always a case of hiss or miss for men first thing in the morning - as it stares at an all too familiar vision, in the bathroom cabinet, blood shot eyes - with supporting bags - added facial hair, but still none on my head,and a pallid complexion - due to lack of sun, throughout the summer months - o.k. at this point the vampire lore section is weakened, as they have NO REFLECTION, but this is nothing compared to the carnage done by that damned Twilight Trilogy.
Actually, talking about the supernatural, I see dead people on a regular basis...have you seen the Saturday night television line-up ?.It's not so much resurrected more simply rescheduled. Television entertainment is truly dead and buried in the vault of Saturday night... their last sad viewers being the only mourners.
Finally, our former creature of the night, is now like his old self, ready to face another working day.....as a living Zombie ! I know because....I am that movie horror star ( all right it's no 'Tales of the Unexpected'...or maybe..... it was ? )
Actually, talking about the supernatural, I see dead people on a regular basis...have you seen the Saturday night television line-up ?.It's not so much resurrected more simply rescheduled. Television entertainment is truly dead and buried in the vault of Saturday night... their last sad viewers being the only mourners.
