![]() ![]() “Sorry to trouble you” she said but my car has broken down outside and to make matters worse my mobile phone has died, could I use your telephone to call the breakdown company?” Well, this was an offer not to be refused, so I invited her in – as I did, I noticed she was carrying a sports holdall in black leather gloved hands that seemed slightly incongruous, but no matter, she hung her jacket on the stair post and I showed her into the lounge. She was around 5'10”, clearly very fit, with cropped black hair, subtle make up and beautiful red lipstick lips, she wore a crisp white blouse – perhaps one button too many undone, beneath which I could see a black bra, over her shoulders was draped a black leather bolero, this was complemented by a knee length, well fitting black leather skirt, what I briefly took in as fully fashioned stockings (the tell tale 'wrinkle' around the ankle) and glossy black high heels. Stunning not just in how attractive she was but what she was wearing. I had no firm plans.Īround 10am the doorbell rang, this in itself was unusual due my parents nigh on discouragement of visitors, perhaps it was the postman, so imagine how surprised I was to be greeted by the sight of really stunning woman in her mid 30's. On that fateful Summer day, I was on leave, I was simply going to relax, perhaps go out for a run in the afternoon, but simply chilling out was the order of the day. My parents were also both slightly eccentric, but they were avid collectors, my father had a real interest in maritime art and my mother was into furniture of the 1920's and 30's, so, other than a fairly modern kitchen, the house was well supplied with both of their passions and, was in some respects quite a museum. In accordance with my parents wishes for privacy, it was well screened and very private. The house overlooked a park to the front and at the rear was part of the local golf course. We lived in a large detached 1930's house in what was called the Mock Tudor style and, it must be said in one of the more affluent parts of the City. ![]() I lived with my parents until my mid 20's, they were good people, intense, very private and had few friends or visitors which, on the day in question was ultimately to my advantage. OK, what follows it is fantasy scenario, but for me, one of those dream tickets that will never happen, but you can but live in hope. This is, therefore, just the scene setter, so hang in there and please do let me have your comments either at the end of as we go along. Sometimes, writers conceded that they didn’t realize a gag had a double meaning while, in other cases, the writer had a joke in mind, but viewers went with another punchline.Here is part one - being the introduction of a story of mine, I wrote it sometime ago, but for this site have divided it up into four sections, so the real action gets going in the other sections. In recent years, The Simpsons writers have taken to Twitter to admit even they didn’t get every joke from the show’s Golden Age. However, these rewrites and ambitious attempts to outdo the show’s previous efforts eventually caught up to the creators of The Simpsons. While The Simpsons season 34 repeated stories from this period, the Golden Age was celebrated for its endless invention and creativity. As Matt Zoller Seitz noted when writing about the series, at its best, The Simpsons was “ ambitious, intimate, classical, experimental, hip, corny, and altogether free in its conviction.” Seemingly endless rewrites contributed to this well-earned reputation.Īccording to The Simpsons writers, scripts from this era often underwent over 30 sets of rewrites. The so-called Golden Age of The Simpsons (roughly seasons 3–12) was so acclaimed that many cultural commentators and writers still cite this period as some of the medium’s best comedy writing. ![]() During the show’s heyday, The Simpsons was a critical darling. ![]() While many of the gags featured in The Simpsons are fairly straightforward, some are so complex that they are still being debated decades after they initially aired. ![]()
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