Heck Yeah, Simon Jones!

Ask and don't panic   This is a blog dedicated to a veteran British actor from Wiltshire, Simon Jones (July 27th, 1950 born): a radio/stage/TV series/film actor, narrator and a audiobook artist. He influenced Douglas Adams who later creates a radio production/film/TV show called The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in 1978. Simon was given the main character to play, Arthur Dent, one of the two Earth creatures who survived from the demolition of the Earth. An asteroid was named after Arthur, and so as Douglas, who died in 2001. Simon is still performing in stages, especially in TACT, but unfortunately, not in films or TV shows since 2006.

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    reginaldmaudling:

You can thank me later ;)
Crikey, lookz at Eric! O_O

Holy cow, here is Simon’s wedding photo!!!!

    reginaldmaudling:

    You can thank me later ;)

    Crikey, lookz at Eric! O_O

    Holy cow, here is Simon’s wedding photo!!!!

    — 4 months ago with 47 notes
    #michael palin  #terry jones  #simon jones  #nancy lewis  #graham chapman  #monty python  #john cleese  #terry gilliam  #eric idle 
    Simon Comes Back In West End

    "Blithe Spirit" will be back in West End, London in March(opens March 16th thru June 7 at Gleigud Theatre, Shaftsbury Avenue). Rehearsals have already been started in London.

    He will be back as “Dr. Bradman” and the most interesting fact is that Sandra Dickinson, Trillian in Hitchhiker’s TV version, is going to play his wife. “Privates on Parade” movie director Michael Blakemore will be directing this play.

    — 5 months ago with 1 note
    #Sandra Dickinson  #Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy  #simon jones  #blithe spirit  #privates on parade  #Michael Blakemore  #Noel coward 
    Facebook account →

    Simon’s news can be seen here…

    — 5 months ago
    #Simon jones 
    “The Search For Simon (2013)" as a man in the hat.
It’s been 7 years since he last showed himself in screen. Soooooo good to see you again!!

    The Search For Simon (2013)" as a man in the hat.

    It’s been 7 years since he last showed himself in screen. Soooooo good to see you again!!

    — 11 months ago with 3 notes
    #simon jones 
    Happy 63rd birthday, Simon! (July 27th)

    Happy 63rd birthday, Simon! (July 27th)

    — 12 months ago
    #simon jones  #happy birthday 

    mybrainhurtstoo:

    Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life commentary by Terry Gilliam.

    (Source: chaos-coloured-life)

    — 1 year ago with 213 notes
    #simon jones  #monty python  #terry jones 
    Candida (play), by George Bernard Shaw, was performed in 1976, with some cast of Privates on Parade.
The booklet is available on eBay.

    Candida (play), by George Bernard Shaw, was performed in 1976, with some cast of Privates on Parade.

    The booklet is available on eBay.

    — 1 year ago with 1 note
    #simon jones 

    It’s very simple. My client, Mr. Dent, says he will stop lying here in the mud on the sole condition that you take over for him.

    Simon in the Middle. Pink faced.

    (Source: macurban)

    — 1 year ago with 231 notes
    Candida (1976)

    Simon as the Reverend Alexander “Lexy” Mill.

    Lexy is introduced in the front as :

    a young gentleman gathered by Morell from the nearest University settlement, whither he had come from Oxford to give the east end of London the benefit of his university training. He is a conceitedly well intentioned, enthusiastic, immature person, with nothing positively unbearable about him except the habit of speaking with his lips carefully closed for half an inch from each corner, a finicking arthulation, and a set of horribly corrupt vowels, notably ow for o, this being his chief means of bringing Oxford refinementto bear on Hackney vulgarity. 

    Imagine how funny Simon would be!! LOL

    And this is some of his lines :

    MORELL. Well, Lexy! Late again, as usual.

    LEXY. I’m afraid so. I wish I could get up in the morning.

    MORELL (exulting in his own energy). Ha! ha! (Whimsically.) Watch
    and pray, Lexy: watch and pray.

    LEXY. I know. (Rising wittily to the occasion.) But how can I
    watch and pray when I am asleep? Isn’t that so, Miss Prossy?

    PROSERPINE (sharply). Miss Garnett, if you please.

    LEXY. I beg your pardon—Miss Garnett.

    PROSERPINE. You’ve got to do all the work to-day.

    LEXY. Why?

    PROSERPINE. Never mind why. It will do you good to earn your
    supper before you eat it, for once in a way, as I do. Come: don’t
    dawdle. You should have been off on your rounds half an hour ago.

    LEXY (perplexed). Is she in earnest, Morell?

    MORELL (in the highest spirits—his eyes dancing). Yes. I am
    going to dawdle to-day.

    LEXY. You! You don’t know how.

    MORELL (heartily). Ha! ha! Don’t I? I’m going to have this day
    all to myself—or at least the forenoon. My wife’s coming back:
    she’s due here at 11.45.

    LEXY (surprised). Coming back already—with the children? I
    thought they were to stay to the end of the month.

    MORELL. So they are: she’s only coming up for two days, to get
    some flannel things for Jimmy, and to see how we’re getting on
    without her.

    LEXY (anxiously). But, my dear Morell, if what Jimmy and Fluffy
    had was scarlatina, do you think it wise—

    MORELL. Scarlatina!—rubbish, German measles. I brought it into
    the house myself from the Pycroft Street School. A parson is like
    a doctor, my boy: he must face infection as a soldier must face
    bullets. (He rises and claps Lexy on the shoulder.) Catch the
    measles if you can, Lexy: she’ll nurse you; and what a piece of
    luck that will be for you!—eh?

    LEXY (smiling uneasily). It’s so hard to understand you about
    Mrs. Morell—

    MORELL (tenderly). Ah, my boy, get married—get married to a good
    woman; and then you’ll understand. That’s a foretaste of what
    will be best in the Kingdom of Heaven we are trying to establish
    on earth. That will cure you of dawdling. An honest man feels
    that he must pay Heaven for every hour of happiness with a good
    spell of hard, unselfish work to make others happy. We have no
    more right to consume happiness without producing it than to
    consume wealth without producing it. Get a wife like my Candida;
    and you’ll always be in arrear with your repayment. (He pats Lexy
    affectionately on the back, and is leaving the room when Lexy
    calls to him.)

    LEXY. Oh, wait a bit: I forgot. (Morell halts and turns with the
    door knob in his hand.) Your father-in-law is coming round to see
    you. (Morell shuts the door again, with a complete change of
    manner.)

    MORELL (surprised and not pleased). Mr. Burgess?

    LEXY. Yes. I passed him in the park, arguing with somebody. He
    gave me good day and asked me to let you know that he was coming.

    MORELL (half incredulous). But he hasn’t called here for—I may
    almost say for years. Are you sure, Lexy? You’re not joking, are
    you?

    LEXY (earnestly). No, sir, really.

    MORELL (thoughtfully). Hm! Time for him to take another look at
    Candida before she grows out of his knowledge. (He resigns
    himself to the inevitable, and goes out. Lexy looks after him
    with beaming, foolish worship.)

    LEXY. What a good man! What a thorough, loving soul he is!
    (He takes Morell’s place at the table, making himself very
    comfortable as he takes out a cigarette.)

    Wait a minute… Simon with a cigarette?

    — 1 year ago with 1 note
    #simon jones  #candida  #george bernard shaw