Where the white rabbit went
Then young Alice followed
And down a rabbit hole they went
And both of them were swallowed
Where the white rabbit went
Then young Alice followed
And down a rabbit hole they went
And both of them were swallowed
“The Day of the Jackal” is a crime drama, screenplay by Kenneth Ross, based on the Novel by Frederick Forsyth and Directed by Fred Zinnemann.
The story is set in France during the early 1960s and centres around a
professional assassin codenamed “Jackal” (Edward Fox) who is contracted
by the OAS to assassinate General De Gaulle and follows his meticulous
preparation including target practice, false identity, forged documents and
weapons purchase.
But the authorities become aware of the target and the Minister of the Interior
(Alan Badel) assigns the mission to locate the Jackal to his best investigator,
named Lebel (Michael Lonsdale) and he is assisted by Caron (Derek Jacobi) as
they attempt to
pick up his trail.
The film is a brilliant thriller lavishly produced by John Woolf, full of
action, tension, and intrigue which holds your attention from beginning to the
end.
Apart from the principles there is an all star
supporting cast: Michel Auclair, Cryil Cusack, Maurice Denham, Eric Porter, Timothy
West, Ronald Pickup, Donald Sinden, Edward Hardwicke, Andrea Ferreol, Feodor
Atkine, Howard Vernon, Olga Georges-Picot and Delphyne Seyrig.
Did anyone else see David Pegg?
You
should have heard Alex Begg?
Does
anyone listen to Emma Peel?
Would
anyone like to see Andrew Neal?
Are you wearing a reunion badge?
No wonder you look depressed
Steer clear of the class reunion
It will just leave you distressed
I know it was a bit of fun looking
At the old school year books
But going will just make you feel
Older than everyone else looks
Because of the obvious risk
That
one of us might fall
I
had a stair lift fitted
Which
I don’t mind at all
But
my wife says that its
Driving
her up the wall
We are traditionalists
In our village
Deep in little Britain.
And on a weekend
There is nothing
We like better
Than a game
Of spin the pauper
When I was a boy
I
saved my pennies
For
a rainy day
I
saved every cent,
My
pocket money
Every
Friday
The
Money back
On
the empties
A
paper round
In
the morning
And
delivering
The
Weekly Sport
On
a Saturday evening
Cleaning
Grandmas windows
And
Odd jobs
For
the neighbours
Then
on Saturday morning
I’d
take it all,
The
Ten bob notes
And
tanners,
Halfpennies
And
threepenny bits
And
pay it all in
To
my Post Office savings