I was absolutely flabbergasted by the MARRIED TO THE EIFFEL TOWER documentary last night. It was quite well done. and much less gross than the usual freakshow doc. (I should know, being a long-time addict...) I don't think I've ever seen anything quite so strange as what these gals (the syndrome of falling in love with inanimate objects seems to affect mostly women-) get up to. One woman was desperately caressing the communion rail in her church, (it was very graceful-looking-) and her pastor handled it with matter-of-fact gentleness. Full marks to him. Some Xtians are OK, yanno.
The same woman is also in love with a rather ropey-looking fairground ride called 1001 Nachts, which seems to be her main squeeze. ...She lives in upstate New York. ...Wonder if my sister might know her - or 1001 Nachts, at Knoebel's in Pennsylvania,,anyway? ( I'm yes, completely fascinated now, and would love to have a chat with her.)
Oops, BIG BROTHER is back tonight. so I'll have to ration my obsessing. It's not what it was, of course, but I always end up following it...Part of the fun is knowing that when it's finally over, a lot of the bloody damn summer is gone, too.
Cheers to Milla for the packet... I'd completely forgotten doing most of that stuff, and the FORTEAN TIMES are much appreciated.Lots of crystal skull photos, yay!)
...And thanx again to buddleia for taking time to drop in yesterday. Nice to see ya, and wee packet much appreciated aussi.