There was something not quite "right" about the Teletubbies.Me too and I was in my teens at the time.
There was something not quite "right" about the Teletubbies.Me too and I was in my teens at the time.
EVERYTHING is not right with the TeletubbiesThere was something not quite "right" about the Teletubbies.
Is she holding a bottle of vodka there?.I read recently that Nicole Kidman is to play Lucille Ball in a biopic. That brought back horrible memories of how I would run from the room whenever Lucille Ball was on the telly. As a kid, I found her really scary and couldn't bear to watch her.
Mind you, she's not as scary as her statue!
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Is that Ronaldo?I read recently that Nicole Kidman is to play Lucille Ball in a biopic. That brought back horrible memories of how I would run from the room whenever Lucille Ball was on the telly. As a kid, I found her really scary and couldn't bear to watch her.
Mind you, she's not as scary as her statue!
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Welcome to the board, Themis!I travelled to Dublin once on my own and I'd booked into a hotel - more like a hostel - sight unseen. I arrived, checked in, all was fine. Then I went to my room. It was quite small, but it had VERY tall ceilings. They seemed to loom above me. Worse, it had a single VERY tall window, with VERY tall dark green curtains to match. Something about this window and its damn curtains just terrified me. The thing must have been ten or twelve feet tall, though who knows really - it scared me just to look at it. I tried to be a grown up about it and stayed the night, but I couldn't sleep. The bed faced the window, and I kept thinking the window was coming nearer and I imagined the curtains coming down and bundling me up and suffocating me. I left the next day to find a new place to stay. Big things, ya know... they can be scary.
There was something not quite "right" about the Teletubbies.
Thanks! Everyone here is so lovely - what an antidote! And thanks too for making me feel like less of a scaredy-cat about the window. It was not my finest hour, having to come up with some lame excuse as to why I was making such a hasty exit. Something better than "Your curtains scare me".
I read recently that Nicole Kidman is to play Lucille Ball in a biopic. That brought back horrible memories of how I would run from the room whenever Lucille Ball was on the telly. As a kid, I found her really scary and couldn't bear to watch her.
Mind you, she's not as scary as her statue!
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The original statue’s detractors eventually came to include the artist who created it, the sculptor Dave Poulin, who said in a 2015 letter to The Hollywood Reporter that he considered it to be “by far my most unsettling sculpture.” He said that the work was originally made for a couple who donated it to the town and that he had wanted to redo it for several years before the controversy erupted.
“Unfortunately, at the point in my life when I created the Lucille Ball sculpture, now over 10 years ago, I came up short and was not able to rise to the challenge,” he wrote.
Yup, that's the comedic version of Lucille Ball, not the Amityville Horror version.The Scary Lucy statue was replaced by one which actually resembles her in 2016 although Scary has only been moved 75 yards down the road. The bottle is apparently Vitameatavegamin. No idea...
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Still gives me the creepsYup, that's the comedic version of Lucille Ball, not the Amityville Horror version.
I think it's something much more sinister...Is she holding a bottle of vodka there?.
I just watched "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" And I was reminded how much Christoper Lloyd's Judge Doom terrified me as a kid.
And yes, because of that, I felt much the same today!
I hated him too. That tradition of affection for hapless, useless men leaves me cold.I used to rush out of the room when ‘Some Mothers do ‘ave ‘em’ was on. Frank Spencer absolutely creeped me out. I wanted to vomit when he was on. I know he was harmless and ineffectual, but he terrified me and made me feel sick.
Well said!I hated him too. That tradition of affection for hapless, useless men leaves me cold.
I hated him too. That tradition of affection for hapless, useless men leaves me cold.
I’m so glad to know it wasn’t just me, Escargot! Everyone seemed to find him so lovable.
An odd thing, well not odd, but rather than Frank Spencer reminding me of someone and that recognition giving me the creeps it was the other way around.
When the series was on, we still lived in the country with an uncle and aunt and my nan. Most of them used to gather to watch it, and I would go and read in the other room.
When we moved, there was a 15-16 year old neighbour who used to baby-sit us and for a year, abused my sister and myself.
I couldn’t stand the guy because he looked and acted like a young Frank Spencer. God knows why he was allowed to babysit us, but different times then, and his older sister was supposed to be there too, but never was.
From the get-go I tried to avoid him as he genuinely did make me feel ill because of his appearance, the way he acted, and even his voice, all of which were almost exactly like Frank Spencer’s.
Possibly I simply didn’t trust or like that supposed hapless/helpless thing, and was right to.
I hated him too. That tradition of affection for hapless, useless men leaves me cold.
Thank you. It was a long time ago, but still I wouldn’t watch Frank Spencer, even if that hadn’t happened.I'm sorry to hear that.
Yup, that supposed hapless/helpless thing is dangeous. It comes across to me every time as grooming.I’m so glad to know it wasn’t just me, Escargot! Everyone seemed to find him so lovable.
An odd thing, well not odd, but rather than Frank Spencer reminding me of someone and that recognition giving me the creeps it was the other way around.
When the series was on, we still lived in the country with an uncle and aunt and my nan. Most of them used to gather to watch it, and I would go and read in the other room.
When we moved, there was a 15-16 year old neighbour who used to baby-sit us and for a year, abused my sister and myself.
I couldn’t stand the guy because he looked and acted like a young Frank Spencer. God knows why he was allowed to babysit us, but different times then, and his older sister was supposed to be there too, but never was.
From the get-go I tried to avoid him as he genuinely did make me feel ill because of his appearance, the way he acted, and even his voice, all of which were almost exactly like Frank Spencer’s.
Possibly I simply didn’t trust or like that supposed hapless/helpless thing, and was right to.
I never even thought of that, to be honest, but yes!Yup, that supposed hapless/helpless thing is dangeous. It comes across to me every time as grooming.
Surely you want to groom yourself at least, tho' I have to say, (speaking fromSpeaking as a man who's pretty inept for various reasons, I don't want to groom anybody,
Surely you want to groom yourself at least, tho' I have to say, (speaking frompersonal experience,er, hypothetically,) that can be challenging sometimes!