1990s' Badges from a Charity Shop- What I bought Today

My brother & his soon to be wife Nicki held a coffee morning to raise money for the missionary work they are heading off to do this summer, straight after their honeymoon. I must see if they have a Just Giving page or the likes, so any of my readers who would like to help them can donate.
They've done this particular Methodist mission a few years before too. They go to Ibiza in the busiest season and work on the streets helping those who are worse for wear. Picking people up, getting them medical help if they've been injured, making sure girls who lose their friends get back to their hotel safely etc. It's a mucky type of modern missionary work, cleaning sick off clothes and dealing with aggressive party goers, but its nice to know young people like them are still willing to give up their summer to support their peers. And it gives a much more positive image of Christians than just standing outside nightclubs shaking their heads and forcing people to take pamphlets.

Anyway! The coffee morning to raise money was in Carickfergus, a town about 40 mins drive from us, where Nicki's Dad is the minister, and where they will be getting married in a matter of weeks' time. Carrick is filled with grotty charity shops. I use that term affectionately as shops like Oxfam and Heart Foundation are sleek and usually have a manager on a salary, which is why they don't have tons of crappy ornaments or gypsy paintings any more. Well, Carrick still has the old fashioned junk shop style charity stores, and I am so happy about it.

Lots of weird bits, but my one purchase was the very cool 1990s' badges. My son didn't come browsing with me. He stayed to man the book stall at the coffee morning, where he was a mini-Apprentice, putting the pressure on the elderly to buy novels!

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Mon Oncle- Retro Futuristic House of Dreams

You've no idea how long I've looked for Mon Oncle. My memories of it as a child are fuzzy. It was on after another cartoon or film my Dad had taped for us, and very often the VHS would just play on long after our part had finished, and this film came on.

Mon Oncle is a French film, but as Wikipedia and my memory tells me, there is very little dialogue. Most of the spoken word is used more as sound effect rather than plot device. This meant it was even harder for me to pin point this film as an adult.

All I could recall was this not silent, but not plotted garden party. It seemed to stretch out for hours when I watched it as a kid, the setting up of the doomed garden party & slapstick comedy which I didn't really get. It was the sort of film that would return to you in delirious, sweaty nightmares.

As a teen and adult I've often wondered about what the film actually was. It seemed pretty hopeless googling garden party film etc, as nothing familiar came back. It was a missing piece of my childhood that I couldn't pin down.

This morning I was reading this article on Buzzfeed about The Powerpuff Girls, and an image shows their home was based on the house in a film called Mon Oncle. Something just clicked. Not the name, but the aesthetic. I googled the film and found it described as I remember, very little dialogue, a garden party. I can't believe I've actually found out what it is after this long. And look at the styling of the house, retro futuristic Eames era, and everything I've ended up decorating my home with. An early implant of kitsch, how bizarre.

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