Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Tuesday 6 November 2018

REMEMBER REMEMBER THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER AND GUSTAV MIGHT JUST BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN!


BLAZES AND HEAVEN to murgatroyed! What's all this? Bonfire Night in the UK...marking the evil doings of one Guy Fawkes and his band of plotters back in 1605, who tried to burn down and destroy the Houses of Paliament in London that's what! The cats are hiding, the dogs are howling and the smell of eggy fireworks and sooty smoke will fill the air for days! 


PRETTY MUCH what it must have felt and smelt like on quite a few Peter Cushing films back in the day... BELOW are FOUR blazing finishes to FOUR Peter Cushing films. Just for fun can you name the films? Answers later ALONG with the answer to LAST WEEK'S Tuesday Toughy and a brand now one for this week. PLEASE come join the post at the FACEBOOK PCASUK FAN PAGE , where EVERYONE is having a go at guessing the images!  🙂 Have fun and tonight stay safe!








A COMPLETE GALLERY of rare promo photographs and MUCH more in OUR FEATURE on Peter Cushing and Hammer films, TWINS OF EVIL JUST CLICK HERE!

Sunday 11 June 2017

#GETTHECUSHIONSUNDAY!: THE FELINE CANINE PRIMATE FEATHERED SCENE STEALERS!


#PETERCUSHINGWITHCATS!: So quick riff through the gray matter for Cushing-Cat connections, the obvious 'The Uncanny' from 1977 where the whole film was about cats, 'Silent Scream' the Hammer film tv series from the 1980's, with Peter playing the shop keeper of a 'pet shop' with rather large felines in the basement... You know your Cushing films? Maybe you can think of shots in films, where Cushing appeared with a cat too???


STICKY END for Peter Cushing's Wilbur Gray in 'The Uncanny' (1977)

#PETERCUSHINGWITHDOGS! ARTHUR GRIMSDYKE'S, little pooch, Jamie plays his scenes well, and manages to pull on the heart strings, to say nothing of the pack he has rescued. Like Arthur, PC was very fond of dogs, and though there was a canine in his parents home for much of his childhood, neither Cushing's late wife, Helen or he, craved the company of any house hold pets, in their home. He often said that the seabirds and wild-life outside of his kitchen window, gave him and Helen much pleasure . . . .

THE GENTLE BBC INTERVIEW FROM 1971, 'SOUNDS NATURAL'. A PETER CUSHING YOU MAY NOT HAVE HEARD BEFORE!




AOVE: JUDY GEESON AND HER PET DOG WHICH PETER CUSHING REQUESTED SHE BROUGHT ALONG TO THE SET OF 'FEAR IN THE NIGHT'. SEATED RIGHT: JUDY GEESON, DIRECTOR JIMMY SANGSTER, AND PETER CUSHING



#PETERCUSHINGWITHCHIMPANZEE


PETER CUSHING during the filming of Hammer films 'The Revenge of Frankenstein' (1958) with a member of the cast, Lucy the Chimpanzee! 


#PETERCUSHINGWITHSQUIRREL!


FINALLY, WITH VERONICA CARLSON, DURING THE MAKING OF 'FRANKENSTEIN MUST BE DESTROYED' (1969) WITH HER PET... SQUIRREL . . . WE'LL LEAVE IT THERE!




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Saturday 27 August 2016

GRIMSDYKE GIF AND DOG WITH YOUR DOGS GALLERY ON NATIONAL DOG DAY!


AS WELL AS BEING OUR WEEKLY #FRANKENSTEINFRIDAY yesterday, it was also #NationalDogsDay. We thought we would take the opportunity to mark this with a GIF of Peter as Arthur Grimsdyke with his dog, Jamie from Tales From The Crypt! We also though, it might be an interesting idea to ask you to share any pics you might want to share with us, of YOUR canine Friends and Pets too! And boy, did you??!! We posted LOTS of your dog buddies on our facebook page. Here are just a few: 


HERE ARE KRISHEN'S Mervin (whippet) and Sapphire (rescued greyhound) who she says, 'loves watching Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee films with me!' 


THIS IS ZETAN'S DOG, taking in some rays and looking very cool indeed!


MEET EDDIE aka 'The Beastie' who belongs to Lexi.


THIS IS SCOOBY, whose owner Samantha says, 'Butter wouldn't melt!' Ha! A biscuit would though, I see!


HERE ARE A LOVELY COUPLE, Maggie and Ben who look very much at home. Their owner, Jennifer says,'We aren't exactly sure how old because they are rescue dogs. We believe they are around ten years old, and we have had them for eight. This is an older picture, but it is my favorite one of them. They had a pretty rough life before they came to us so we spoil them terribly'. What a couple eh?


JUST LOOK AT THIS LITTLE FELLA. His name is Mochi, pronounced 'Mock-key', he belongs to Mark, who when I asked him about his unusual name told me, 'He is named Mochi after Japanese glutinous rice cake, because he is kind of sticky (always at one's side and follows everywhere!)


AND FINALLY, this handsome fellow is Shadow, who once belonged to Dee, who told us, 'He was my definite wee shadow in so many ways ! This was him at just 5 months old, (he was big) bless him, a wee rescue pup, passed on 4 years ago. So thank you for helping me to look at his photo again.. took me a while x :) x 


IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE ENTIRE GALLERY of your pics that were shared, you find them at OUR FACEBOOK FAN PAGE HERE. But, we end this feature on a photograph of Peter Cushing, who although didn't actually own a dog, he was extremely fond of his long time friend and secretary's family's pet dog, who I believe was named, Toby!


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Thursday 25 August 2016

FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING: THE FIGURES AND MODELS OF PETER CUSHING


I GUESS FOR ME, IT STARTED with those fabulous figures in the mail order pages, in the back of any issue of Forry Ackerman's Famous Monster mag. Just flicking through the pages, and longing for them, was very much like dreaming about the gifts to be won by collecting vouchers, on those little pieces of grease-proof shiny paper, inside the American penny bubble gums called BAZOOKA JOE. No chance! To every child seeing these in the UK, it was an unreachable goal. The figures in Ackerman's mag of Chaney's Phantom and the bubble gum X-Ray Specs, were not for the likes of snivelling kids of the sixties, sitting in a cold and damp Blighty...


MAKING ENQUIRIES to my mother and father about maybe buying a 'International Money Order' or some dollars, then maybe sending the order off to the United States, was about as achievable in 1969, as sending a postcard off into outer space, and asking the recent moon treading  astronauts, to send you back a photograph of 'the man in the moon'!  Kids in down-town back of beyond, had no business sending off anything to anywhere as far off as the USA. 'You sent your Aunty Mary in Doncaster, a postcard from Blackpool while we were on holiday! What more do you want? That's you all over! Never satisfied. International Money what? I don't know who you think you are, Marcus?!' Well, I KNEW who I was, I was Marcus Brooks, the eight year old kid who disparately wanted his own Aurora Monster model!


THEN ONE DAY, quite by accident, I actually got my hands on one! The nearest town to where I lived, was some thirty miles away. Trips there in the family car were rare. This town also had a thriving dockland. Ships were powered by our local steam coal, ships  that sailed off to  far off and exotic places like Spain, Greece and the USA! On their return journey, the holds of ships would be filled with all kinds of goods to control the ballast of the ships, during their long journey home. Much of these goods would find their way into our local shops in our town, in an area known as 'The Arcade'. It was a shady indoor affair, of Victorian dusty windows, pre war gas lamps and faded shop fronts, selling all  manner of knocked off goods from, silk stockings, fruit, furniture, carpets, American comics and I was to find out...Aurora model kits! 


ON THIS DAY,  I was busy pouting and sighing, accompanying my mother being dragged around the said Arcade, in what was our annual trawl around the stores, to buy my new school uniform. Looking through a shop window, a horrendous garish multi coloured,  blown glass clown, had caught my Mother's eye. With a shrill shrike of excitement, my arm was grabbed and I was pulled into the dimly lit shop.


FED UP, I stood taking in the clutter of over stuffed shelves, the mountain of needles, balls of knitting wool, boxes upon boxes of 'Fancy Goods'. Glass cats, damaged china ducks and tacky paintings of 'blue ladies' and  tempted wives, mothers, grandmothers,  home makers of a certain age, who wanted something exotic and colourful to give their two up, two down, a touch of class, would all be inside ferreting for bargains. All this tack and chatter from bustling ladies with a couple of 'bob' to spare, from the house keeping money, filled the small shop from nine am until six pm. It was a little gold mine, stuffed to bursting point.


It was while I was examining a box of ornamental miniature nodding dogs, that the plump lady peering over the counter told me that, 'All damages MUST be paid for, Son!' Rolling her eyes, my mother give out a long suffering sigh and  'TUT!', then taking the nodding dogs  from my little mitts, she packed them back into the box with the tissue paper, and was placing them back on the shelf, when she was distracted by spotting what she was looking for, THE clown.


IN HER HEIGHTENED  excitement, she dropped the box of nodding dogs, which knocked another box from the shelf onto the shop floor. More 'tutting' this time from lady behind the counter, huffing she started her, 'All damages have to be...' speech, when she was interrupted by my Mother's profuse  apologies, delivered in her forced and strained telephone voice, 'Hi am Soo soore, Mrs Prue. It is ourwa Marcus, his ands, are everywhere-a. I told im. Uwe don't lewek with your-a ands! He-a is a Night-mare-a!' Well, I might have been, but right now, I was looking at MY Holy Grail! An Aurora box. I spotted the lettering on the side of the lid. The very same lid and lettering I had been studying for MONTHS inside Uncle Forry's Famous Monsters mag!


That night, I sat on my bed. You would think, after getting my mother to part with £2.50, and finally having a my very own Aurora kit, to make my very own Phantom of the Opera', I would be over the moon! I was, but one thing worried me. That mass of plastic bits and pieces? In my fuzzy fantasies of craving, I had over looked the fact that the model was a kit! It had to be carefully assembled AND painted. Me plus Glue plus paint, equals MASS MESS!


The evidence of my last attempt to assemble a scale model of the Columbus Mayflower ship, could be seen at various spots around my bedroom. The cat knocked over the model paint, and left puss prints all over my bedding! The new carpet 'that was your Aunty Patrica's 98% pure wool shag pile, that was... now ruined, with ship plank green, and our moggies sticky paw prints, of ship sail yellow all over it! To bed now!!!'  Yeah, my Aurora dream, was a job not worth starting. Just the smell of modelling glue and paint would have sent my mother off like a rocket!


ALL OF THIS,  in about 25 years would made a far off memory, when at last, certain talented individuals, decided to make life like models, of my favourite Hammer movie monsters and actors! EVEN Peter Cushing! No glue needed. No paint. Not all were spot on, but many had more than a passing resemblance

THE CAT IS NOW LONG GONE, now that it is been safe to prowl.  But,  I can hear my mother nowGod bless her.... 'Oh Marcus, that figurine of Peter Cushions..' ....It was my mother's strange habit to always make a plural of any name, that she was not sure of... ' ..Yes, Peter Cushions! His dark green jacket? And is it, Engrid Pitts?' Yes, Mum.  'Her dress?, I LOVE that green too. What you need now, on the wall above them, are those three green china ducks, I bought from Mrs Prue's shop. It would set that all off, loooovely!' Yes, already assembled and painted figures of Cushing and Ingrid. My mother would have approved, for sure!  


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