It's Only Words
I’ve not written anything for a couple of weeks, work and a holiday have meant I’ve not had time, so what better way of spending a rainy Sunday afternoon than in the company of Stanley Thomas and Henry Mason? I’ve spent some time re-reading what I’ve written and trying to decide if my writing is Nottinghamshire enough. In 1991, when most of the world was swooning over Kevin Costner in a pair of green tights and applauding Alan Rickman for his performance as the Sheriff of Nottingham, whilst humming “Everything I Do”, my Mum was in the midst of a one-woman campaign to avoid the film, she categorically refused to see it! Being incredibly proud of her Nottinghamshire roots, she was incensed that none of the publicity for the film took place in Nottingham, and she was equally outraged that Kevin Costner didn’t even attempt a Nottinghamshire accent, she said and I quote; “I’m not going to sit and listen to a bloody American say he’s gaaaing to...