Sunday, 18 April 2010

Sunday Night is... The Man on the Flying Trapeze

Max Fleischer's Popeye. One couldn't, of course, approve of Popeye but there is something thick-headedly resilient about the old ageless lunk. Olive Oyl is probably an appropriate vehicle for his affections though whether he is of hers is difficult to say. Bluto might well have become the Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze.

'...He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?

- Philip Larkin

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