Wednesday, 15 June 2016

…faulty postage stamps



Errors on postage stamps are not uncommon, and are rarely valuable.


On these 1973 stamps which show the bearded presence of noted cricketer W.G. Grace, the ink has smeared and produced lighter brown lines across the face of the stamps.

On these stamps below, which celebrate the centenary of the Trades Union Congress, the printing plate has been inexpertly retouched so that the man shown in the left-hand stamp on the letter “C” appears to have a scar on his forehead.

The 1966 3d Christmas stamp was drawn by Tasveer Shemza, the six year old daughter of Pakistani artist and writer Anwar Shemza (1928-1985). A well-known fault that appeared on one stamp of every full sheet of eighty, was a missing letter T from her name, as in the left-hand example.

Another type of fault is a colour slip, and this can be seen in the stamp on the left where the owl appears to be wearing a chef’s hat. 
These stamps are interesting, but sadly of little value.

 


Sunday, 12 June 2016

…a religious flyer



“ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE”

No, not the Gates of Hell, but the Clifton Cinema, Evesham in 1974.

Forty years on, it is hard to comprehend the controversy that once surrounded the release of The Exorcist, a film adaptation of the novel by William Peter Blatty, and one of the most successful and profitable horror films in history.

Because of its graphic depiction of child exorcism the film was banned in the UK by some local councils, who had ultimate say over what was shown in cinemas in their area. It followed on from a spate of controversial films of the early 1970’s including A Clockwork Orange, Straw Dogs, Deep Throat, and Last Tango in Paris, all of which pushed the boundaries of permissiveness and good taste.

This leaflet was handed to cinemagoers, including yours truly, as they went in to watch the film and was probably produced by the short-lived group known as The Nationwide Festival of Light, headed by Mary Whitehouse and Malcolm Muggeridge, among others.







So. Was I traumatised by the film? No. Did I enjoy it? Er..I can’t remember.