— Tim
Zaca a Porto Santo Stefano
11
Oct
“Funniest Joke Ever”
10
Oct
The “Funniest Joke Ever” comes from the radio program “Duffy’s Tavern”, as heard on February 16, 1951:
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(Please note that the March 9 show date on this site is incorrect)
The set-up:
(Archie, a common man who runs Duffy’s Tavern for the never-heard Duffy, has startled all present by announcing that he is writing an opera).
Miss Duffy:
Archie, whaddya call this opera?
Archie:
I’m glad you reminded me. I ain’t got a title yet. Lemme see… I need something that’s classy, and at the same time has broad appeal…
Miss Duffy:
Why don’t you call it Errol Flynn?
Archie:
Please, Miss Duffy. With me this is serious business.
Miss Duffy:
With me you think it’s a joke?
Archie:
Quiet, please. I’m trying to create.
— Tim
Sunday Morning Humor
08
Oct
Three mates Tom, Dick and Harry all turn up at the pearly gates.
St Peter says “Tom, you were a fine man! Faithful at work and in marriage; why you never even looked sideways at another woman. So here are the keys to your heavenly Rolls-Royce.”
Tom hoons off happy. Next St Peter says to Dick “Now Dick, you were mostly good, but you did have a wandering eye unfortunately, so here are the keys to your BMW.
Finally St Peter comes to Harry “Harry, I’m sorry, but your life made Errol Flynn look like a choirboy! Here are the keys to your Ford.”
So Dick and Harry are hooning along the highways of heaven when they see Tom’s Rolls-Royce pulled over and Tom sitting in the gutter bawling his eyes out. Dick and Harry say to Tom “Thomo! What’s wrong mate?”
“I just drove past my wife on the highway.” says Tom.
Dick and Harry explain “Don’t be upset Thomo, that’s great news mate!” Tom looks up teary and says “She was riding a scooter.”
— Tim
Mail Bag! Thomas McNulty: Remembrance of Heroes Errol Flynn
07
Oct
Hello David,
Here is some off-track trivia and random thoughts. All of these years later and Errol Flynn comes back to me in bits and pieces; rising from the depths of our cultural swamp with startling clarity. All of sudden there he is staring back at me from a stack of old Life magazines in some faraway antique shop; or grinning mischievously from some faded old movie magazine along with Roy Rogers and Trigger. I believe I own at least four copies of the famous Life magazine issue, last purchased at a flea market in June for five dollars and in perfect condition. I think of these images as “Lost America” which I’ve written about celebrating our remembrance of heroes and icons from yesteryear. I shouldn’t be surprised by this, although I am. A thousand years from now this image of Errol Flynn on horseback from Rocky Mountainwill no doubt find itself under scrutiny in some digital time-stream, lost in the nebulas of a galaxy swallowed by a black hole, perused by alien eyes, celebrated in song by the civilizations of our intergalactic future. This image has come to represent the iconic personification of the ideal Western hero. Of these images, my personal favorite is the Norman A. Fox paperback reprint by Dell in 1973, a fine novel that Fox reportedly wrote after meeting Audie Murphy on the set of Night Passage with James Stewart, based on Fox’s novel. Fox dedicated Rope the Wind to Audie Murphy who had encouraged Fox to write a novel that involved horses. Rope the Wind is a pretty damn good Western, too. They Called Him Calhoonis from the catalogue of Cleveland Westerns out of Australia, which strikes me as appropriate. Cleveland Westerns are the last pulp fiction Western digest magazines worldwide. The author, Brett McKinley, is a pseudonym for Paul Wheelahan, a prolific Australian author credited for writing hundreds of westerns for both Cleveland Publishing and Hale’s Black Horse Western imprint. There are more, but the Rocky Mountain image shows up constantly. I recently showed this still from Rocky Mountain to a young lass who shall remain nameless, and I asked her if she knew who this was and what did she think of the image? She squinted and pursed her lips, and finally said, “I don’t know who he is, but I wish there were men like him around today.” Need we say more?
Best wishes,
Tom
— David DeWitt
“The Universe Itself”
06
Oct
“One look at Flynn and you know he’s a star, and you know he’s the perfect choice for a daring rogue character. His charisma is what sustains the film, you immediately understand why Blood can manage to lead an exceptionally loyal crew and can somehow manage to get power in Port Royal even as he’s a slave. Flynn is a magnetic actor, and even when the plot falls into handy coincidences – which it does often, including having the Spanish fleet salvage a foiled plan – one feels as though the universe itself is charmed by Flynn.”
— Tim
Last Letter to Tasmania?
04
Oct
It’s doubtful Errol attended this Christian Brothers “College”, but, if he did, it would not have been for long!
“St Patrick’s College was built towards the end of the First World War and dedicated in 1918. It opened for boys in 1919. The architect for the building was Mr A Harold Masters and the builders were Hinman, Wright and Manser. The style is typical of the Federation era and is known as ‘blood and bandages’ (note the bands of bricks and ‘plastered’ bands flowing from the windows). The cost was a little over £10,000 pounds.
The Christian Brothers taught boys from Grade 3 through to Leaving and Matriculation class. (Now Grade 12).”
— Tim
Better Than All of Errol’s!?! — Put Together!?!
01
Oct
“This story has more drama and twists and hair raising adventures than all of Errol Flynn’s movies put together.”
We shall see about that!
— Tim
