Soft and sweet, wise and wonderful.......

I am on my lunch break, would just like to qualify that, and I just read that Kim Richards who played Prudence in Nanny and the Professor is Paris Hilton’s aunt.

For some reason I consider this blogworthy. Well actually I had planned to email you about it but thought, hey, I may as well blog. Got to keep up the May quota, don’t ye know or blogger dot com will rescind the contract.

Thinking of Nanny and the Professor your mind cannot help but turn to Juliet Mills, then you pass onto Hayley and you're fixated with the Mills sisters. The Hilton sisters of my day, probably not, was there an equivalent? Jaimie and Derek Redfern, no, the Nolan sisters? The Daddos? the Brothers Reyne? Elle and Mimi, Danni and Kylie? The last two sets are probably the closest.

And Juliet and Hayley are like no other.

Why it’s the first time I’ve pondered about them since hmm March 2006 actually, when I thought I saw Hayley down at Circular Quay. My companions didn’t agree though, changed the subject and put me in a taxi home.

I never quite got over seeing Hayley grown up and appearing in an episode of the Love Boat in which she was being lusted after by Gopher, better than doc or Captain Stooobing ?, am sure she hasn’t either and would have preferred to be playing Pollyanna and admiring Mrs Snow’s prisms or befriending some loner under the mistaken belief that he was Jesus.

Naturally when you think of Hayley you can’t help but think of Hywel Bennett, it’s like cheese and gherkin really. That film the twisted nerve. Hywel, Hayley and Billie Whitelaw how’d you be. Stella cast and kind of gripping film, well I haven’t seen it since I was aged 11, it could have lost its edge I suppose. Haven't we all?

What’s happened to Hywel I hear you shriek. Fear not he is currently gainfully employed playing a villain, a paedophile and murderer natch, on the tawdry, sordid show that has become the Bill . That show really should be called Hot Ploddy. All the staff at that nick seem to do while strife is strewn on the streets of Sun’ill is either go and find an interview room what is free and fornicate, fall victim to a villain on the streets of sun 'ill, embark on another fling with another colleague, or firebomb the work building and then find a cosy spot on another building rooftop where one confesses to a colleague and has a good old fashioned laugh about the curious turn of events. Glory. Yet I still can’t help but tune in and watch it.

Back to Hywel. The older version of Hywel is completely unrecognisable to Hywel circa 1968. I only discovered that it was Hywel via the credits rolling at the end of the Bill.

Oh simmer down, would you. Yes, yes, the mistress is aware that considerable time has passed since 1968 and that we all age, even smugdrawers here, I know, but generally some younger semblance of your physical self remains but not in Hywel's case. Go and google his images and compare the difference. The same happened to David Hemmings and rather quickly.

Last example I’d like to go on about is Ian Lavender. Skinny tall thing who played Pike, mummy's boy come Mainwaring's "stupid boy", in Dad’s Army. He currently plays the love interest of Pauline Fowler (Wendy Richards/Miss Brahms) in Eastenders. Lordamumsamercy me. Completely unrecognisable. Still that'd be living with Pauline Fowler. However you can still recognise Wendy Richards. You might say "jesus, is that Miss Brahms?" But the point is you can still see a bit of young Wendy.

When I last saw Juliet Mills in Passions she still pretty much looked like an older version of Phoebe Figalilly.

Conclusion:

I have watched too much television. Today's cars well may be mum’s taxi, and if i'm in the car with you , please do leave that baby on board sign up, makes me feel so safe, but in my day tv was mum’s babysitter. I am filled to the gills with crapola and trivia and must redeem myself in the next twenty years or I will have led a completely feckless life.

Oh like whatever and take a chill pill, grandma, what’s the point in having a blog if one cannot indulge in these rambles and inner dialogues.

Good afternoon.

Tomorrow David and Keith Carradine.