The pea shrank. What do we do now?

"I saw him literally shrink this six foot bloke down to an inch," he recalls. "Queen had just taken the stage and this bloke shouted to Freddie, "You fucking poof", or something like that. Freddie demanded that the crew turn the spotlight on the crowd and find this fella. He then said to him, "Say that again, darling" and the bloke didn't know what to do. Everybody was laughing."

by Mark Hodkinson from Queen: The early years

In the name of the Lady

In his heart, if such organ exists, Murdoch thinks we're boobs. That's why he publishes boob-mentality newspapers. He thinks that's all we can understand...So, if Murdoch is allowed to become a citizen while we're turning away people who are running from death squads or starvation, then we should make one small change in the plans to renovate the Statue of Liberty. Get rid of the torch. Just have the lady hold up her hand with the middle finger extended.

by William Shawcross from Murdoch: The Making of a Media Empire

Photo: The Dancing Cows, Snuff Puppets (Author: Ponch Hawkes)
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by Charles Chaplin from My Autobiography

Hollywood was also going through a change of life. Most of the silent screen stars had disappeared - only a few of us were left. Now that the talkies had taken hold, the charm and insouciance of Hollywood were gone. Overnight it had become a cold and serious industry. Sound technicians were renovating studios and building elaborate sound devices. Cameras the size of a room lumbered about the stage like juggernauts. Elaborate radio equipment was installed, involving thousands of electrical wires. Men, geared like warriors from Mars, sat with earphones while the actors performed, with microphones hovering above them like fishing rods. It was all very complicated and depressing. How could anyone be creative with all that junk around them?

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