VICTORY OVER THE DARK

Sometimes I feel that my blog is, well, a bit shallow, but always fabulous, I've been reading other blog recently that are all very deep and meaningful with authors who pour out all their thoughts and worries and hopes and innermost desires whereas I tend to post about Dynasty, Joan Crawford, gay sex and the eternal quest for that one special penis with maybe a nice guy attached. I admire these bloggers who bare some very private parts of their lives and I'm not one for posting much of that side to my life. A lot happens in everyone's lives everyday and I suppose we only write a tiny part of our experiences - for instance, I had no plans on posting yesterday but heard a bit of Donna Summer in the car and that was the catalyst to write about her and hopefully put my own twist on a part of her story. I was going to write about how much work did my baps in today but I've kind of chilled out a bit and realised that although it's a big part of my life, it's not really interesting enough to bore readers with stories of loans and overdrafts. The story behind why people want these is far more interesting but alas I'm a pro and never cross that sort of line although whenever a cute guy comes into branch, I do make a beeline for them and stand with my ass hanging out just itching to be banged - coy is not my colour in those instances.

I've had a bit of a DVD splurge in the past few days and stocking up on Joan and Bette. The Bette Davis Collection and Joan Crawford Collection are winging there way to mine as are Bette movies, 'The Little Foxes' and 'Dead Ringer' whilst Joan's 'Queen Bee' will be mine in a week or so. I adore these two actresses and to have some of their performances to watch not only keeps this fag entertained for hours but it also gives me some cheeky oneliners to dish out and a few sashays of the hips when I strut round the Polo Lounge. Bette is for me, the better actress with some amazing performances.....

My Nana died just over 6 years ago, a few days before my 20th birthday. I was completely distraught and still think about her every day, my uncle moved into her house after she died and to this day, my brother won't go in as it's still my Nana's home. I thought I'd got managed to control the crying until one night that summer, I bought Bette Davis's classic 1939 movie - Dark Victory. This story had heiress Judith Traherne feeling a tad dizzy and collapsing all over the shop and she goes to visit a rather snappish doctor played by dapper George Brent who doesn't want to see her as he's going of to New York or someplace for either a holiday or a transfer. So he agrees to see her and it's discovered that she has a brain tumour. Throughout her treatment, the two fall in love despite some minor interference from a rather crap acting Ronald Reagan who shoots off in a bar scene where Judith is wearing the same hat that the Pope wears except Judith's has some diamante's on it. Judith and Dr L'amour are enjoying their life although it becomes apparent that Judith won't recover and is terminally ill although Judith wants to be happy to claim her own "victory over the dark" The last 15 minutes of this movie are the most gut wrenching I've ever seen. Just to spoil it for people who haven't seen this gem, Judith is doing some gardening when her sight starts to go, she bids her friend goodbye and makes her way upstairs herself to die. We see that her sight has faded and she makes it to her bed where she dies in a most graceful and dignified and beautiful way (if that's possible) Well maybe it reminded me of my Nana passing, although my Mum was with her at the time but I cried soooooo bad as poor Judith struggled along to not worry her husband whom she also sent on a medical conference so he didn't see her die and then dismissed her maid and friend so she can at peace with the world. This wasn't just a sob, I broke my heart and felt such a release, it wasn't just sadness but something far more deep and anytime I think of my Nana, I always think of Bette Davis in an unbelievable performance as Judith Traherne in Dark Victory