However the many ways our readers of Grand Old Movies may have thought of our blog, I bet the Wright Brothers was one comparison that never entered anyone’s mind. Yet I’ve recently undergone an experience that, I’m astonished to say, is comparable to what Orville and Wilbur achieved all those many years ago at Kitty Hawk: a few seconds of flight done with a minimum of horsepower, followed by a quick landing. No doubt a remarkable accomplishment, especially for someone of my advanced years, but one, I must emphasize, I do not care to repeat. Not now, not ever. In future I’ll leave flying to the birds.

All of which is to say that, if the Three Musketeers who run our blog have any advice to young people starting out on their journey in life, it’s this: don’t run up escalators when walking (or even standing still) will do. The result of ignoring our own sound counsel is that one wrist is now out of circulation for the next few weeks and, being that I’m the blog’s official typist, no product can be produced. Hence Grand Old Movies will be on hiatus for the time being. But bones do eventually heal, and we shall be up and about and viewing films and telling you all about them quite soon. So stay tuned!

In the meantime, keep watching those Grand Old Movies…