Our music teacher (whose name was Tom Jones. If only that Tom Jones) would deal with disruptive pupils in a class by hurling the wooden blackboard eraser at a pulls head where it would hit them directly on the forehead. He was a supreme marksman. Saw a kid lose consciousness from the impact one. Wham! And suddenly there's was just a cloud of chalk where a kid once sat. This man was also in the Salvation army (clearly attack division)
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Ha. Thanks. Navigating those delicate variations in the shared English language (lollies for sweets, chips for crisps and yet chips are chips. I'll never get that). Oddly my OH says pasta as in parstar compared to my pasta as in..er..Rasta. Language eh.Don't get me started on Yoghurt as in Yowghurt.
I've always said scone as in bone. My Aussie other half says skon so by default I end up saying "scone slash scon". I count this as being billingual.
Looking forward to this. Originally shot in VistaVision (horizontal 35mm). Thanks for sharing.