Invisible.

Invisible

I’m not a great cinema goer, so have not seen the modern version of the Invisible Man but I assume it’s still pretty much the same as the old black and white version I saw many years ago on the television. My recollection of the film is sketchy, to say the least, but I seem to remember a chap had become invisible and went about swathed facially in bandages and wearing sun glasses.

I can’t remember if he was some sort of detective, or just a peeping tom, I suspect the former, however when the occasion demanded some sleuthing he would take off all his clothes and bandages to become invisible, although if I’m not mistaken he would leave his hat and sunglasses on for the benefit of the viewer so we could see his whereabouts in each location. This description of the film may be complete rubbish but I think this is something of the gist of the thing.

How useful to be invisible, although obviously when walking about stark naked, especially in the depths of winter, it does have it’s down side. Not that I would remotely encourage it, but the obvious use of invisibility would be for criminal activity and much as the theft of an item my be fairly easy, secretion of said item when making ones escape may lead to uncomfortable consequences which although utilised as a method of smuggling drugs and mobile phones into prison, I would not recommend.

Perhaps better to use invisibility for good, like creeping up on villains or unscrupulous politicians and recording their confessions of wrong doing, although one encounters the same problem here as before, where does one hide the microphone being an obvious question.

It seems, being invisible as a person has it’s flaws, so I shall move on to the subject of invisible aircraft. We have stealth aircraft, such that they are invisible to radar, so how on earth shall we shoot them down in times of war. Unlike World War Two where we used to fire multiple rounds of anti aircraft shells willy-nilly into the skies in the vain hope that some of them may hit the target, we need to think outside the box and devise a method of identifying the whereabouts of the aircraft and then shoot it down.

I suggest drawing an analogy from the invisible man and devising a gun that can shoot multiple bandages into the sky which would wrap around the aircraft thereby making it an easy target for the gunners. This may sound far fetched, but no more so than many a modern sci-fi film I may have had the misfortune to watch and don’t forget space rockets were seen in comics long before they were actually seen in space.

Well, that’s more than enough nonsense on the subject of invisibility and I shall now slip quietly into the night, much along the lines of the Scarlet Pimpernel, although unlike the Invisible Man I shall be disappearing fully clothed.

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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4 Responses to Invisible.

  1. Jillianne says:

    You wouldn’t know this but the advert that came up under your post was for ‘invisible’ bras 😉

  2. So that’s what algorithms do! I’m interested to know, had you been looking to purchase an invisible bra before looking at my blog, or was the ad placed just because the title was invisible?

    • Jillianne says:

      I think I was probably the only one to see that ad (it’s following me around now) I had googled similar for my blog, damn Google for exposing me. Just seemed amusing after what I’d read on your blog.

      • Perhaps you should think yourself lucky you could be followed around by ads for chemical toilets or septic tank cleaning, compared to these an invisible bra advert seems more of a blessing than a curse!

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